“You two look cozy.” We were interrupted by J, and Nash shot him a foul look.
“What’s up?” Nash asked, his voice and body language clear with his desire for J to hurry up and get the hell out of here.
J raised his brows. “That’s a nice fucking way to be greeted after I’ve been away for awhile.”
“We’re kinda in the middle of something, asshole.”
J smirked. “So I see.”
I stepped in. “J, cut to the chase and tell him what you want. I need Nash to take care of something for me.”
Nash swung his head to face me. His eyes were glazed with desire, and he muttered, “Fuckin’ hell, woman. I’ll take that as a yes.”
J laughed. “I actually don’t want anything; I was just stopping by to say hi before I went home.”
Nash stood up, pulling me with him. “Good to see you, man. Say hello to Madison for me.”
J saluted him. “Will do.” Flashing me a grin, he murmured, “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into there, babe.”
“I do this time,” I said before being pulled by Nash in his haste to leave. I stumbled a little before righting myself and hurrying to keep up with him. “Nash, where are we going?”
He didn’t stop, just kept going in the direction of the front door. “I’m taking you home, and I’m going to convince you that my cock is the best damn cock in the world.”
I pulled on his hand to slow him down. He stopped and turned back to face me. “I already know your cock is the best damn cock in the world.”
“Well then, I’m going to introduce you to more of it’s talents, babe.”
“Sorry to slow you down, but I need to get my bag from out back before we go.”
“Shit,” he grumbled. Motioning towards the staff room, he said, “Let’s hurry this shit up then.”
Laughing at him, I turned back around and made my way out to the staff room. He followed, his hand glued to my waist. I loved the feel of Nash’s hands on me.
As I opened my locker to retrieve my bag, Nash pushed himself up against me. His hands slid around my waist and made their way up my stomach and to my breasts. “I fuckin’ love your tits,” he whispered in my ear.
Heat shot through me and I moaned. I placed one of my hands over his and held it in place on my boob. “I love your hands on my tits.”
He ground himself into my ass, and his free hand moved down to the bottom of my dress. He pulled it up and slid his hand into my panties. I moaned again as his fingers worked their magic on my clit. His other hand continued to knead my breast, tweaking my nipple. When his finger entered me, my body jerked with pleasure and he murmured, “Fuck, you’re so wet, sweet thing.”
I laid my head back on his shoulder and said, “It’s what you do to me.”
He hissed with desire, and removed his hands from my body. Slapping me on the ass, he said, “Get your shit, babe, I’m taking you home to fuck you.”
***
Nash got me back to his place in record time. As he went to switch his bike off, I whispered in his ear, “Don’t turn it off. I want you to fuck me on it.” I stood and swung myself around to sit in front of him, facing him.
“You sure know how to get a man excited, darlin’,” he growled.
His hands moved to grip my ass and his lips dropped to kiss my neck. I arched my neck backwards, giving him full access to whatever he wanted. He kissed his way up to my mouth and then devoured me with a kiss that would melt any woman’s panties off. This man knew his stuff, and he was pulling me under a wave of lust that was making it hard for me to think straight. All I could focus on was his musky scent, his hands on my ass, his mouth on mine and his cock that was hard against me, sending my need for him over the edge.
I reached for his zip and slowly pulled it down, letting his cock out to play. He groaned when I grasped him and began moving my hand up and down his hard length. “Feel good?” I asked, softly.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” His breath tickled my ear as he spoke and then nibbled on me.
We lost ourselves to the pleasure; I continued to stroke his cock while our mouths and tongues danced together. The vibration of the bike only heightened my desire, and I pushed myself closer, desperate to have him inside me.
He stilled my hand on his dick. “Careful there, sweet thing, I want to come inside you, not in your hand.” Reaching behind him, he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and grabbed a condom out. Grinning, he gave it to me. “You can have the pleasure, babe.”
Taking it off him, I said, “You love your cock, don’t you?”
“What the fuck’s not to love?”
He had a point.
A minute later, I had the condom in place, and he pulled my dress up before positioning me above him. I slid down onto him, and we groaned in unison. He felt amazing, and I started moving in time with him. This wasn’t going to take long; between the vibrations and his expertise, I was sure I was about to have one of the quickest orgasms I’d ever had.