Page 1 of Make Us Yours
Chapter one
Veronica
Never should have looked through those cracks…
~ First Week of June ~
“Yes! Right there, don’t stop.” My hand fists his hair between my legs as his tongue continues to work its magic against my clit. The sun is now up and shining through my semi-closed curtains, falling along his dark blond hair and giving it golden highlights.
Hmm, I wonder if I should dye my hair blonde next. Could be nice. I’ll have to ask Maze. Although she’ll probably tell me blonde is too boring, then dye it some awful seafoam green herself. What am I saying? She hasn’t steered me wrong yet; why would she now?
“You like that, babe?” He looks up at me with a smirk.
Oh shit. I totally zoned out.
I nod and push his head back down, the need to come rushing back to me. “Yeah, I love it. Now make me come. I have to get up soon,” I tell him, grinding up against his face as he chuckles.
“Always so bossy. You’re lucky I love giving you what you want.” He kisses my pussy and smiles, looking back up at me.
Ugh! What is with all this eye contact today?I force him back down again. “Then stop talking and give me what I want.”
He shakes his head slightly with a laugh but dives back in.All right. Focus, Ronnie. This is good, you like this.I shift my hips to the side an inch, the flicks of his tongue landing exactly where I need them.There, that’s better.
I’m not being fair. Nathan is actually really good with his mouth—and his dick. It’s why he’s the only fuck buddy I keep around. He knows how I am and what I want. He doesn’t pressure me into giving him more of myself and doesn’t complainwhen I kick him out after sex or the next morning.
He knows I’m not looking for a relationship and don’t want feelings to get involved, which he agrees with. In the last four months of us sleeping together, he’s never once made it seem like he wanted more.
He comes over, we fuck, we fall asleep, and then he leaves when we wake up. I know he sleeps with other women, just like I sleep with other men. We just have a good thing going, and sometimes it’s nice to have a regular instead of a new hookup every time the itch strikes.
I feel the pressure in my lower belly dissipate. Groaning, I drop my head back to the pillow and throw my arm over my eyes. “Ugh! I don’t think this is going to work. Just forget it.”
I let go of his head and begin to scoot up the bed, but he quickly grabs onto my thighs, forcing me back into place. My body immediately tenses beneath his touch, and I inhale sharply as my heart rate picks up.
His eyes snap to mine, and he quickly loosens his hold. “I’m sorry.”
He knows how I feel about being touched without permission. He doesn’t know the reasons behind it, but he accepts it and respects it. That’s another reason why our arrangement works so well; he doesn’t try to dominate me in the bedroom, instead, he lets me take the lead.
“It’s okay,” I say quietly.
“Just give me a second. I’ve got you.”
I nod and lie back into place. His hand comes between my legs, and he slowly pushes two fingers into me. Curling them upwards, he moves back and forth, hitting that place that makes me see stars. His mouth drops back to my bud, and he sucks it into his mouth, tongue twirling around it. He’s right; it takes him only seconds, and I’m coming all over his fingers and mouth.
“Fuck, yesss!”
He pulls out slowly after cleaning me up with his tongue, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean as he stands from the bed and walks to the bathroom. Once I can breathe somewhat normally again, I get out of bed and search my closet for something to wear.
I decide on a high-waisted khaki plaid skirt with thigh-high black stockings and a tight white sleeveless button-down shirt. Tucking the shirt into my skirt, I finish off my outfit with a pair of black stilettos, then exit my closet and sit down at my cosmetics table, where I get ready every morning.
My hair for the moment is half baby blue and half baby pink. Almost two weeks ago I had dyed it pastel pink for the gala, but I wasn’t totally in love with it, so I hadMaze make some changes yesterday for my first day at my new job.
I split my hair down the center, dividing both colors, and twist them into two buns above my head, letting a few strands fall loosely around my face. I quickly do my makeup—vibrant pink eyeshadow, dark blue winged eyeliner, mascara, and a dark nude lipstick.There, all done.
When I set down my lipstick tube, the bathroom door opens and Nathan steps out wearing only a towel. His muscular body glistens with water droplets, hair damp and tousled.
His hair is short at the sides but longer on the top, it’s pretty sexy when he styles it. Actually, he’s pretty sexy in general. When he catches me checking him out, he winks, then proceeds to pick up his clothes scattered around my bedroom floor and pulls them on.
Nathan and I met when I was working at a club in New York City. He was a bouncer there, and I was a waitress until I got fired for punching a guy in the face who thought it was appropriate to put his hand down my shirt. And well, Nathan got fired for helping me escape after I threw the perverted asshole’s free drink in his face.
