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Lottie’s back hits the door the second it swings shut behind them, Nat’s mouth hot and insistent against her own.
“You,” she huffs into the kiss. “Are the fucking worst.”
Nat smiles. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have been nothing but nice to you all night.”
“You’ve been torturing me all night,” Lottie corrects.
Because he has. Constantly touching her and whispering in her ear almost the entire time they were at the bar. A hand on the small of her back while they’re standing at the bar or resting on her thigh while they’re sitting down would seem innocent enough to any of their friends looking at them, but Lottie knows better. Nat’s faint little smirks as he inched his hand higher on her thigh and squeezed lightly, and the mischievous glint in his eye before he leaned close enough to brush his mouth against her ear while he told her how pretty she looks tonight was all carefully orchestrated to slowly drive her crazy, and very much successful. She pretty much missed the entire last hour of conversation because she was too busy thinking about getting Nat to take her home and rail her until she can’t walk.
She had only barely been able to keep her hands to herself in the cab ride back to Nat’s apartment, but now that they’re inside she doesn’t have to restrain herself anymore. She runs her hands over every inch of him that she can, over his broad shoulders and flat chest and then down to squeeze his ass, pulling him closer and shoving a thigh between his legs to grind against him.
Nat groans quietly, rolling his hips down against Lottie’s thigh, his grip tightening on her waist. He smells so good, like cigarettes and woodsy cologne and the cold November air, and he tastes even better, like whiskey and smoke and Nat as he licks into Lottie’s mouth, kissing her harder.
Lottie loses track of how long they spend making out, pinned between Nat’s warm body and the solid door, but when she eventually breaks the kiss to breathe, Nat ducks his head and presses his mouth to her throat instead. Lottie sighs and tilts her head back to give him more room, whining quietly as he kisses and nips and sucks at her throat for long enough that she knows tomorrow she’ll be a mess of red and purple bruises and bite marks that she’ll have to cover up with a scarf.
One of Nat’s hands leaves her waist, sliding around to cup her through her skirt, squeezing gently and smirking against her neck when Lottie moans, her hips jumping forward in search of friction.
“You have a lot of nerve accusing me of torturing you when you’re wearing this,” Nat murmurs, breath fanning over her kiss-bitten skin. “You know how I feel about this skirt.”
And okay, yeah, Lottie does know how much Nat likes this tiny pink pleated skirt, which is exactly why she wore it tonight. She really did get herself in this position, if they want to get pedantic about it.
“Nat,” Lottie whimpers, head fogging over from Nat’s hand on her crotch and Nat’s mouth on her neck and from how fucking pent up she’s been for the last few hours. She pushes him back just enough that she can take in the sight of him, messy blonde hair and kiss-bruised mouth and pink flush spreading from his face down his neck and then beneath the V of his black sweater. He looks like he wants to eat her alive, and she shivers a little under the hungry look. God, he drives her fucking crazy.
“C’mon, handsome,” Lottie says, fingers hooking into his belt and using that grip to start walking him backwards down the hallway. “Bedroom. I want your dick in my mouth, like, now.”
They stumble through to the bedroom in a haze of messy kisses and ripping off clothes, and they’re both down to their underwear by the time they collapse onto Nat’s bed, Nat sprawled out on his back and Lottie settling between his thighs.
She kisses down his throat, sucking a few marks into his pale skin in revenge for the state he’s inevitably left her neck in, and then moves down to his chest, Nat propping himself up against the pillows with one arm behind his head to watch her.
He doesn't have that much sensation in his nipples anymore, but the barbells pierced through them make Lottie lose her mind a little, and besides, Nat likes watching her suck on them even if he can’t really feel it. Which is exactly what she does, dragging the flat of her tongue over one nipple, flicking the tip against the piercings, sucking it into her mouth and grazing her teeth over it, and then repeating the motions on the other nipple.
They keep eye contact the whole time, and Jesus Christ, the way he looks at her sends heat pulsing through her, throbbing between her legs. Lottie has to roll her hips down against the mattress, just to take some of the edge off.
Nat inhales sharply when she moves a little lower and starts trailing kisses over the raised bumps of his scars, hidden underneath tattoos of a pair of antlers. Those, he can feel.
Lower still, and then she’s kissing across his stomach, the V of his hips, the dusting of dark hair leading down to where he’s already hard, swelling under the fabric of his red boxers. Lottie can’t help but tease him a little first, running her tongue over the bulge, mouthing at him through his underwear, the red cotton turning darker from her spit.
“Lottie,” Nat groans, impatient, and Lottie laughs, hooks her fingers into the waistband of his boxers to yank them down.
He kicks them off and then he’s fully naked, flushed and hard and waiting for Lottie to take him apart. She leans down and kisses his stomach, pushing his thighs open a little further so she can lie comfortably between them, and his hands slip into her hair. Not pulling (yet) or directing her, just— there. A presence. A reminder. Lottie shivers, only just managing to hold back a whimper.
She kisses his happy trail, down and down and down, until she’s dragging her tongue over him in a slow flat stroke that makes him exhale heavily. She laps at him slowly, teasingly, bringing him out and getting him even bigger and harder for her.
Nat moans, hips twitching up and hands tightening in her hair when she dips her tongue lower and laps over his leaking hole. Fuck, he always tastes so good. Sweet and salty and addictive. Always makes Lottie feel a little feral, makes her desperate to hear him falling apart, feel him fucking into her mouth until he comes.
She moves back up, tongue swirling over the length of him until he’s slick and wet, and then she sucks him properly into her mouth. She bobs her head a few times, tongue sliding against the underside of him, making him pant and groan out a rough fuck, Lottie, before she pulls back with a wet pop. She replaces her mouth with her hand, letting him slide between her fingers and rubbing him slowly, just enough to keep him on edge.
“Feels good?” Lottie asks innocently, fluttering her eyelashes in the way she knows drives Nat crazy as she looks up at his flushed face.
Nat breathes out a little laugh. “You know it does,” he says, the hand in her hair finally gripping tighter and gently guiding Lottie’s head back down. “Stop teasing. Put your mouth back on me.”
Lottie does, lets him push back into her mouth, lips tight around the girth of him as she settles into a rhythm she knows he likes.
“Yeah, like that,” Nat murmurs, voice low and scratchy, hands carding through her hair. “Good girl.”
The praise sparks through her hot and electric, aching between her thighs, and she sucks a little harder, moaning quietly as his hips start to twitch up into her mouth. His thighs are trembling on either side of her, and he’s getting louder and louder, whimpering with each breath.
“Lot,” he groans. “Fuck, gonna— gonna come, don’t stop.”
Lottie doesn’t, sucking and licking and working at him with her mouth until he tenses and comes with a long moan, body shaking through the aftershocks. She lets him slip from her mouth, swollen and wet and straining, and presses kisses to his thighs as he comes down.
“Fuck,” Nat breathes out, still sounding a little dazed even as he grabs at Lottie’s shoulders, pulling her up and rolling her over onto her back. “God, your mouth is fuckin’ incredible.”
He’s ducking his head and sucking one of Lottie’s nipples into his mouth before Lottie can even come up with a response. Lottie moans, head falling back against the pillow and her hands coming to tangle in Nat’s messy mop of blond hair. Her nipples are so sensitive, and Nat knows it, taking full advantage of it and showering her chest with attention.
One of his hands comes up to her other breast, squeezing and swiping his thumb over the nipple, teasing it into hardness before he kisses his way over and closes his mouth over it. Lottie’s head spins, heat tightening in her abdomen as her hips buck up in search of friction. She’s already so turned on from sucking Nat off, twitching and leaking with each flick of Nat’s tongue or graze of his teeth on her nipples, and she knows she’s making a complete mess of her underwear.
Nat eventually tears himself away from her tits, thankfully just before Lottie broke and started begging, pushing himself up enough that he can glance down and smile smugly at the wet patch staining the front of her underwear.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says, reaching down and cupping her. “This all for me?”
Lottie moans, rocking up into his hand. He keeps stroking her lightly over the fabric, enough to tease but not enough for her to really get anything out of it.
“Nat, please,” Lottie whimpers.
“Use your words, Lot,” Nat says teasingly, palming at her a little harder, like that’s supposed to make it easier for her to keep talking. “Tell me what you want.”
“Want you to fuck me,” she groans, desperate to keep him touching her.
Nat hums thoughtfully, and Lottie’s eyes slide shut in pleasure when his fingers curve around the shape of her and stroke her properly, albeit tortuously slowly. He leans down, his hair tickling her stomach as he kisses along the skin just above the band of her underwear. His mouth is so hot and wet and dizzyingly distracting as he sucks wet little kisses into her stomach.
“I think,” he murmurs, pulling her underwear down just enough that he can lap at the wet tip of her. “You can do better than that.”
“Fuck, Nat, please, please,” Lottie babbles, barely able to think straight, let alone string a sentence together, as Nat slowly takes her into his mouth and sucks softly. “Please, I’ve wanted it all night, want you inside me so bad, want you to fuck me, please.”
Lottie slips from his mouth as he pulls back, but her complaints die in her throat as he finally pulls her ruined underwear off and tosses them aside. “Good girl,” he says, looking pleased, squeezing at her hips. “Turn over. Gonna eat you out first.”
Lottie obediently rolls over onto her stomach, hiding her quickly warming face in the pillow as Nat settles behind her, hands palming at her ass and keeping her spread wide.
“You’re so pretty,” Nat murmurs, his breath puffing against Lottie’s overheated skin, and then his tongue is dragging across her hole in one firm wet stroke.
Nat doesn’t hold back, his mouth and tongue working at her relentlessly, opening Lottie up until she’s trembling, leaking onto the sheets underneath her and whining into the pillow that smells like shampoo and sweat and sex.
It feels so good, the simmering arousal growing hotter and hotter with each swipe of Nat’s tongue, swirling over her until she’s loose enough that he can push the tip inside. Lottie moans, gasping out his name as her brain turns to static.
Lottie’s already a little hazy and shaky by the time Nat pulls back, leaning over her to grab the lube from the bedside table. It’s cold when Nat drizzles it over her hole, but it warms up quickly when Nat’s fingers rub at her, slicking them up before one is pressing into her.
Lottie exhales shakily, hands grasping at the sheets either side of her. Nat leans over her, kisses the back of her shoulder, the cool metal of his nipple piercings brushing against her back.
“You doing okay?” He murmurs, and she can hear the smirk in his voice as he twists his finger inside her, making her moan quietly.
“Yeah,” Lottie says breathily. “Don’t stop.”
One finger becomes two, and then two becomes three when Lottie whines for more, pushing in and pulling out and scissoring them inside Lottie so that the tips rub against every sensitive spot, pleasure slowly blooming and spreading through her.
Lottie moans, her whole body aching and lighting up from the inside as Nat keeps up the steady pace. Her nipples drag against the sheets as she’s caught between grinding down against the bed and rocking her hips backwards to try and get Nat’s fingers deeper. She can distantly hear herself panting, little moaning ah ah ah gasps that sound like they’re coming from far away.
There’s another squelch of lube behind her, dripping onto her hole and around Nat’s knuckles, and Nat roughly fucks her fingers in harder, and fuck, Lottie can feel herself starting to get close, but she doesn’t want to come just yet.
“Nat,” Lottie whimpers. “Come on, please. I want your cock, want you to fuck me properly.”
Nat makes a strangled noise behind her, and then he’s pulling out, wiping his hand on the sheets before hopping off the bed to fetch the strap. Lottie rolls onto her back, lightly stroking her fingers over herself while she watches Nat tug the boxers-style harness on and fits Lottie’s favourite toy to be fucked with — dark blue, only about five inches long, thick — into the ring at the front, before he’s climbing back onto the bed and pushing her thighs apart to settle on his knees in between them.
He grabs a pillow, one of the ones that Lottie hasn’t drooled all over in her attempts to muffle herself, and fits it under Lottie’s hips. Lottie grabs the lube before he can, squeezing some into her hand and then stroking it over him, immensely enjoying the way it makes his mouth fall open and his breath hitch.
She hooks her thighs around his waist, pulling him closer so his slick cock slides against hers. She wraps her fingers around both of them, stroking once, twice, three times, moaning quietly at the friction and the feral look in Nat’s eye.
“Come on,” Lottie says, deliberately pitching her voice to that whiny low rasp that Nat likes. “I’ve wanted your cock inside me all night, stop teasing me and fuck me like you mean it.”
“Jesus Christ,” Nat huffs, sounding incredulous. “How are you even fuckin’ real?”
He slides his hands under her knees, pushing her thighs up towards her chest, spreading her wide.
“Hold yourself open for me,” he says, voice low, and Lottie obediently replaces his left hand with her right, keeping herself spread as his free hand wraps around his cock and presses the wet head against her hole.
He pushes forward, and slowly starts to sink inside, Lottie’s body making space for him and opening up inch by inch as he slides deeper. It’s a little uncomfortable like it usually is at first, but she’s wet with lube and loose enough from his fingers and his tongue that the sting melts away quickly as something gives inside of her and Nat bottoms out in one long slow slide.
Lottie pants raggedly, eyes sliding shut in pleasure at the feeling of being filled so full and so good. Nat gives her a moment to adjust to the overwhelming feeling, hips pressed snug against her ass, and then he finally starts to move.
He finds a rhythm quickly, fucking her deep and slow, her brain going blissfully blank with each measured roll of his hips. He finds the right angle that pushes the head of his cock right into the most sensitive part of her, and her mouth falls open in a lewd moan as it sends shockwaves through her whole body.
“Fuck,” Nat groans. “You always take me so well. So good for me.”
Lottie lets herself melt into the sheets, giving herself over completely to Nat, to the hot drag of his cock inside her, the hot press of his hands on her thighs keeping her open, the hot timbre of his voice as he mumbles about how good Lottie looks, feels, sounds, as he thrusts into her.
Nothing in her life ever feels as good as this, strung out and stretched open on her boyfriend’s thick cock.
One of his hands paws at her chest, rolling her nipples between his fingers, tugging gently, and then he drags his nails down her stomach, across the fuzz of her happy trail, and wraps his fingers around her, stroking hot and tight and wet, the slide so easy with how slick she is.
Lottie’s already so close, can feel it gathering and rising like a tidal wave ready to break and pour over her.
“Nat,” she pants out, head spinning. “Nat, fuck, I’m—”
“Yeah?” Nat says, a little breathless with the exertion of fucking into her. “Are you gonna come for me, baby?”
“Nat,” Lottie whines again, the only word she can form.
“That’s it,” he encourages, pumping his hips roughly and rubbing his thumb over sensitive wet flesh. “Come on, come for me, Lot. You’re so pretty, you look so good, wanna hear you come for me—”
His voice is drowned out by the rush of blood in her ears as she tips over the edge with a moan, clenching tight around Nat’s cock and spilling over his fingers and onto her stomach. It feels like it lasts forever, nothing but white-hot heat flooding through her. Nat strokes her through it, letting her ride out the wave fully, and then she’s sinking back into the sheets, completely boneless.
Nat pulls out carefully, and Lottie lets herself float in that hazy, post-orgasm daze, eyes closed and trying to catch her breath as she listens to Nat moving around.
“Give me a second, let me clean you up,” his voice sounds, and then there’s the shuffling of fabric and a dull thump as the harness is taken off and discarded onto the floor, followed by the bathroom light being switched on and the tap running.
The bed dips as Nat climbs back on, and Lottie blinks her eyes open to watch him wipe a damp towel over her stomach and the inside of her thighs. He gives her a wolfish little smirk when he notices her looking at him.
“Welcome back,” he says, sounding smug. “Almost thought I’d lost you for a minute.”
Lottie rolls her eyes. “Haha. Very funny.”
He tosses the towel in the direction of the laundry hamper in the corner of his room, misses by about a full meter, and then sprawls out on his back and pulls Lottie into his arms. She puts her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat jittering around, and he kisses her forehead softly, their legs tangling together.
They’re both a little sweaty, and there’s a little wet patch under Lottie’s ass that could be anything; sweat, come, lube. A nasty mix of all three. It’s a little gross, but with how touchy Nat was earlier at the bar, she can’t imagine this is all he has planned for her, so there’s no point changing the sheets or showering just yet.
Lottie glances down Nat’s body to confirm that— yeah, fuck, he’s still hard and swollen, his inner thighs slick and shiny even in the dim light of his bedroom.
Fuck. She’s still a little too fucked-out to really move, but he could just— sit on her face, hold her head still as he pushes his dick into her mouth, using her to get himself off. Lottie squirms at the thought, trying to be subtle about it as she pushes her hips forward and grinds against Nat’s thigh.
Nat, of course, notices immediately, and he laughs. “You’re insatiable.”
“Fuck you,” Lottie shoots back.
Nat hums. “You want to?”
Despite just having one of the most mind-numbingly incredible orgasms of her life, the simmering arousal in her stomach spikes hotly at the innocently-phrased but not-at-all-innocent question. Does she want to fuck Nat? What a dumb question. Does she want to feel Nat dripping all over her fingers? Does she want to finger him until he’s trembling, begging for Lottie to put her mouth on his dick and let him come? Does she want to feel him tight around her as she feels him pulse on her tongue?
Lottie involuntarily rocks her hips against Nat’s thigh again, and Nat laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes. You giant horndog.”
“Shut up,” Lottie grumbles, hiding her reddening face in the crook of Nat’s neck and breathing the scent of him in. Sweat and sex and home. “Just— give me a couple minutes. My thighs are still shaking.
“I figured,” Nat says in amusement. His hands smooth down Lottie’s back, holding her close, and he kisses her forehead again. “Take your time. We have all night.”