Page 93 of Nash
"Show me," he says.
I swing my leg over him, straddling his hips, and the contact of my pussy against his cock makes us both exhale. I'm still soaked,still swollen from the vibrator, and the slide of him against my folds sends aftershocks sparking through my pelvis.
I brace my hands on his tattooed chest. His heartbeat is strong and fast beneath the ink.
"You're shaking," he says.
"I know." As I lift my hips, I reach between us and position him at my entrance. "I'm doing it anyway."
I sink down onto him. Inch by inch. My eyes close because the stretch after the vibrator is intense since my walls are still sensitive. Every nerve sings. He fills me completely, thick, deep. When I'm fully seated on him with his cock buried inside me, I flatten my palms harder against his chest and breathe.
"Fuck," I whisper.
His hands leave the pillows. They find my hips, gripping lightly, steadying me, but he doesn't guide. He holds. He waits.
I start to move. Slow rolls of my hips, grinding against him, feeling the angle shift with every movement. Then his cock hits the spot the vibrator found, and my thighs clench around his waist. His jaw locks. His fingers tighten on my hips.
"Ruby." His voice is rough. Rougher than I've heard it. The control is fraying at the edges.
I roll my hips again, harder, and his head tips back against the pillow. His throat exposed. The tendons taut. I lean down to press my mouth to his pulse point the way he presses his mouth to mine, and his cock pulses inside me.
I find a rhythm. Deep, grinding circles that drag him against every wall inside me, that press my clit against the base of his cock on every downstroke. My thighs burn. My body is still trembling from the vibrator, but it becomes part of the rhythm. I clench and release around him in waves that make his breathing fracture.
"You feel incredible," he says. The words come out through his teeth. His fingers are digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises, and I want every single one.
I ride him harder. Faster. I drag my nails down his tattoos as my hair falls around both our faces. He's trying to hold his composure, and I'm trying to shatter it.
"Come for me, Nash." I throw his own words back at him, grinning down at him. "Now."
His eyes flash. Something shifts in his jaw. The hands on my hips stop guiding and start gripping.
"No."
Before I can respond, he sits up. One arm locks around my waist, the other hand fists my hair, and he flips us. My back hits the mattress, and he's over me, still inside me. His weight presses me down, and his hand pulls my head back by the hair to expose my throat.
"You don't give the orders," he says against my neck. His hips drive into me in a hard, single thrust that makes me cry out. "You had your turn."
"Nash—"
"My turn."
Another thrust. Deep. Grinding. His hand is tight in my hair while his mouth is on my throat, and his cock hits the spot that makes my vision blur. He sets a pace that's punishing, controlled, his hips snapping into mine. The sounds coming out of me are not words.
He fucks me like a man who let someone else drive and decided he's taking the wheel back. Each thrust is deliberate, angled, driving into the place that makes my body lock and my nails dig into his shoulders. His hand stays fisted in my hair, holding my head back, his mouth moving from my throat to my jaw to my ear.
"You wanted to break me," he says against my ear, his voice wrecked and steady at the same time. "You don't get to break me, Ruby. You get to push. And test. Then I remind you who holds the structure."
My pussy clenches around him so hard his rhythm stutters. He groans against my neck, adjusts, then drives deeper. His free hand slides between us and finds my clit, pressing circles that match the brutal rhythm of his hips.
"Come with me," he says. The command is delivered in the voice that reaches into my chest and grips.
"Nash, I don't know if I can again. I was doing this for you. I wanted to make you—"
"You can." His mouth finds mine, swallowing the rest of my words. His thumb presses harder against my clit, his hips driving deep. "You can, Ruby. Let go."
I shatter. My back arches, my legs lock around his waist, and my pussy clenches in waves that pull him over with me. He buries himself deep and comes hard, his cock throbbing inside me, and his face pressing into my neck. Nash groans my name against my neck. His hand loosens in my hair and cradles the back of my head instead, holding me while we both shake apart.
We breathe. My arms are around his neck. His weight is on me, heavy, warm, and I don't want him to move. His cock pulses inside me with the last aftershocks. My forehead is pressed against his jaw. His heart hammers against mine.
