Bloodstream | Nate Jacobs

Chapter Ten:

Song for this chapter: Jaira Burns- Goddess

[mature content]

"Lily?" Nate spoke in a gruff raspy voice.
"Mhm," I mumbled burying my head further into his chest. My attention averted from the movie that played on the TV at the end of the bed.
After this evenings very short display of passion and drama, we were both far to love struck to be apart from eachother.  At least by the time we had made it back to my place my mother was as always passed out in her bed, an empty clear bottle of wine on the floor beside her. And my father was away on business like always. But we all knew he was really with the young intern he found himself lost in time and time again. 
"Please don't leave me," Nate replied, his voice causing chills to migrate down my spine.
"You're in my house I'm not going anywhere," I teased, smiling up at him cheekily. 
"I mean it. I can handle your attitude. I can handle whatever you throw at me. Just please don't actually leave me. I've never felt true peace except for when I'm with you. " Nate pleaded, brushing his fingers across my hair.
"Okay," I cooed.  I mean even if I wanted too, I don't think I could.
Nate pressed a kiss on the top of my head, his hand still playing with my strands of hair.
"We have school in the morning," Nate groaned, "I should probably go home soon."
"Stay with me," I pouted, wrapping my arms around his torso tighter. 
"I would love too but I do have to go home. I can make you feel good before I go?" Nate suggested.
"What do you mean?" I questioned cluelessly.
"Lay on your back," Nate commanded.
Following his demands, I moved off of Nate's chest laying on my back beside him, I looked up at him softly a little confused at what was happening. Nates lips pulled into a cheeky smirk His fingers glided over the exposed skin of midriff from my tank top that I pulled to rest under my boobs.  He fingered the hem of my sweatpants before sliding his hand inside, massaging me over the top of my panties. A small giggle escaped from my lips as I finally realized what Nate mean't.
"What's so funny?" Nate questioned, leaning his face inches from mine. His hot breath on my face.
"Nothing. I'm just so clueless when it comes to you," I admitted.
I placed my hand on the nape of his neck, pushing his head closer to mine to kiss him. Our lips pressed together softly, as his fingers worked their  magic on my sensitive clit. I moaned breathlessly into the kiss, my hips buckling against his touch.
"Don't get off just yet," Nate whispered into the kiss, biting down on the bottom of his plump lip. His eyes staring at me with longing. The way a predator watched their prey. Nate pulled his hand out of my sweats, resting them on the elastci waistband that clung to my hips.
"Are you comfortable?" Nate questioned.
I nodded my head eagerly begging for the pleasure to return again. I squeezed my thighs together in hopes to release some of the pressure. But all it left was an empty even more aroused feeling. Nate moved in front of me placing a hand on either side of my sweatpants. He stared at me softly, his dark brown eyes twinkling with lust. In a single movement my sweatpants were wrapped around my ankles. He pulled the fabric over my feet delicately, his eyes taking in every peice of my body.
"These are cute," Nate spoke, running his fingers over the front of the pink leopard print thong that hugged my curves.
Nate moved in between my thighs quickly, running his fingers across the delicate porcelain skin of my thighs.  Sharp electricity coursed through my body sparking goose bumps across my entire body. His hands gripped down roughly on my inner thigh, his nails dug into my already tender skin. It wasn't a nice feeling but I couldn't help but feel myself grow wetter at his actions. The wait was killing me.
I watched with antisapastion as Nate slide my underwear to the side, using his thumb to massage my clit gently. He moved his head between my legs replacing his hands with his tongue.

"I'll pick you up for school in the morning," Nate spoke softly, pressing his lips to the top of my forehead, causing me to feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I loved that he would give me forehead kisses. 

"I can drive myself to school," I protested groggily. He was definitely right about putting me to sleep. After that many orgasms there was no way anyone wouldn't be exhausted.  After  violently shaking and trembling for a solid thirty minutes. It was a good thing my mother was a drunk, and probably doped up on a killer dosage of xanax or it could have been pretty awkward. It was like I could still feel the pressure of his tongue gliding across my clit. The thought sent a shiver down to my core, burning at my already sensitive and sore clit.   

"I'll be here at 8:30," Nate spoke firmly, clearly ignoring my earlier protests. 

"Fine," I pouted. 

"I know but it's already midnight sweetheart," Nate cooed gently trying to persuade me as he pushed a couple strands of hair from my face.
My heart warmed at the simple pet name, wanting to hear him say it a million times more. Nates phone buzzed a couple times on the nightstand of my bed, he bent over picking it up to read the notifications. He let our a heavy sigh, and rolled his eyes in annoyance. Whatever it was he sure wasn't a fan.
"What's up?" I questioned.
"My dad," Nate replied quickly, "I gotta."
Nate stood up from the bed, shoving his phone and truck keys into his pocket.
"Nate?" I cooed, with a wide smile pulling the blanket comforter up to my chin.
"Yes?"
"You're not my type," I spoke half-asleep, humoring the first night we had met.
"Neither are you," Nate chuckled shaking his head, "Goodnight beautiful."
"Night," I cooed, falling into a deep sleep.