As soon as the elevator doors closed, Haley grabbed the lapels of his shirt and pulled him down to her suddenly, pressing her lips to his in a searing kiss that sent a tingle of electricity from the base of her spine to the top of her head.
Nathan's yelp of surprise quickly turned to a needy groan as her lips fell upon his. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he pushed her against the wall of the elevator a little more roughly than he intended, reaching out with his free hand to brace himself and keep her from slamming into the wall with too much force. The fact that she kissed him first was such a fucking turn on. He'd been semi-erect through most of dinner, but now that her soft body was pressed up against him he was growing harder by the minute.
Haley moaned into the kiss, reaching up to cup his face in her hands as she felt his tongue probing along her lower lip. He pushed his hips into her and she gasped at the feel of his arousal pushing against her belly, opening her mouth to him.
He took the opportunity to slide his tongue over hers, tasting the remnants of the sweet wine she'd enjoyed earlier. He nipped at her lower lip before tangling his tongue with hers once more. His kisses were desperate, hungry - he couldn't get enough of her perfect mouth or her smooth skin beneath his fingers. God, she felt amazing. He couldn't recall a time he had ever been so aroused from just a kiss.
Her breasts were pressed against his hard chest and she could feel the wild beating of his heart, matching the rhythm of her own. Haley had never been kissed so passionately before. Desire was pouring off of Nathan in waves, and she felt like the sexiest woman on the planet, totally in awe that this insanely handsome man was losing all control over her. The feel of his body surrounding her and her back to the wall should have made her feel confined, but it had the opposite effect. If she could, she would have pulled him even closer. She needed more, teasing his tongue with her own and sucking it urgently. The taste of him was addictive, and it took a moment for her to realize the whimpering sound echoing throughout the confined space was coming from her.
The sound of Haley's desire for him tickled his lips and traveled straight to Nathan's cock. He needed to be inside of her like he needed his next breath. He was seriously considering stripping that dress off of her right here and taking her right now.
The ding of the elevator indicated they had reached the first floor and they pulled apart, gasping for breath. Nathan swallowed thickly as he reluctantly released his grip on her, pushing his hand through his hair to compose himself. "Wow," he murmured.
She nodded, looking up at him with a shy smile. She suddenly felt a little self-conscious about how forward she had been, but the way his arm braced next to her head was shaking just noticeably, and the way he seemed to have trouble catching his breath, she didn't think he had minded in the slightest. She rested her hands on his shoulders, running them lightly down his arms, his muscles quivering beneath her touch. "Should we get a room?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr.
Holy shit. Nathan didn't think he had ever heard anything hotter in his entire life.
The elevator doors began to close again automatically, and Nathan reached out and slammed the "door open" button, grabbing Haley's hand and hastily pulling her out of the elevator with him.
He gripped her hand in his tightly, rubbing circles over her fingers as they approached the concierge. "Ah, Mr. Scott. I trust dinner was satisfactory?"
You have no idea, Nathan thought. He cleared his throat in an attempt to sound as normal as possible. "Yes, thank you. We enjoyed a few too many glasses of wine though, and we'll need a room for the night." The excuse rolled off his tongue easily.
The concierge gave them a knowing smile, glancing between the athlete and his date. "Of course, sir. As it so happens, the penthouse suite is available this evening."
Haley released his hand so he could pay for the room and accept the key. She smoothed her palms over the front of her dress, her gaze running over the man standing next to her. He was fidgety as he waited for his credit card to process, and while he was attempting to hide it by the way he was standing, she could tell that he was still sporting a sizable erection. She bit her lower lip at the sight. Plenty of rumors had circulated around Tree Hill High about how well endowed the captain of the basketball team was, and from the feel of him against her in the elevator, they seemed to be true.
She was suddenly struck with the fact that Nathan was significantly more experienced than she was. He was no longer a schoolboy, thirsty to get up some girl's skirt; in fact, if the gossip columns could be believed, he had been up plenty of skirts. The thought sent a nervous shiver up her spine. While Haley wasn't a virgin, she also wasn't someone who made a habit of sleeping with men she wasn't committed to.
She was more than willing to make an exception for Nathan Scott.
Before she realized what was happening, he had grabbed her hand and was pulling her across the lobby like a rag doll, headed for an elevator on the opposite side from the one they had just exited.
"Wha-?"
"Private elevator," he cut her off. "You have to have a special key for it to get up to the penthouse."
Of course that was something he would already know. She bit back a smile at his eagerness as she followed. It was a heady feeling knowing that he wanted her so badly he couldn't wait any longer.
Before the doors had fully closed, Nathan pulled her flush against him into an open-mouthed kiss, one of his hands cupping the back of her head and tangling in her hair. Teeth and tongues collided while his other hand snaked down to squeeze her firm, round ass. He had been itching to get his hands on that cute little ass all night.
Haley yanked at the open neck of his shirt, slipping her hand beneath the fabric to massage his firm chest as she hooked one leg around him, the spike of her high heeled shoe digging into the back of his calf. Her whole body was singing with pleasure from the inside out, desperate to get even closer to him.
He groaned at the feel of her small hand caressing his skin, her fingers tracing across one nipple as she explored his chest. His nipples weren't particularly sensitive, but there was something about her touch that had goosebumps spreading across his heated skin. Damn, how he wanted her.
His right hand crept along the thigh curled around his hip, and Haley wanted it higher. She wanted to feel his fingers beneath her panties; wanted them to explore her from the inside. She was light headed from lack of air, and broke their kiss with a breathy moan as she felt his fingers continue to work their way beneath her dress.
Nathan trailed his lips along her neck as his hand continued its trek up her trembling thigh, smiling against the pulse point in her throat when his fingers made contact with the silk of her panties.
Haley gasped and her nails scratched from his chest down his side, beneath his arm and up his back to grab at the top of his shoulder. The vague thought that his shirt was probably ruined crossed her mind; no amount of laundering could fix the way she'd stretched out the neckline. His fingers continued to dance along the edge of her panty line from her hip to the crevice of her thigh, and she needed more. She was beyond the point of desperate to feel his fingers inside of her. Squeezing at the solid shoulder beneath her palm, she hissed between her teeth in approval.
He didn't need any further encouragement. Slipping his index finger beneath the damp fabric, he traced along her slick seam, stopping just short of her clit. "Fuck, Hales, you're so wet," he groaned, his cock painfully hard now. He glanced up above the door, watching the floor numbers slowly tick by. He didn't have much time. He wanted to take her to heights of pleasure she had never experienced, wanted her to crave him as much as he was craving her.
Without warning, he slid two long fingers inside of her, curling them forward as his thumb found her clit. Haley's knees nearly gave out at the sudden, overwhelming pleasure, and he slipped his free arm around her waist to keep her from collapsing on the spot. Every nerve in her body felt like a live wire as he stroked his fingers in and out of her, massaging her clit rhythmically at the same time. She was astonished at how quickly her orgasm was approaching and began pushing her hips into him, seeking more friction.
She was riding his hand desperately now, chasing her climax. Her face was flushed, eyes shut tightly as she chanted his name like a prayer, fingers gripping him so hard he wondered if she would leave bruises. Nathan had never seen anything more stunning. He increased the speed of his fingers and lowered his head to kiss and lick at the tops of her breasts. She cried out, clutching him to her as her orgasm swept over her, and fuck, the sound of his name escaping her lips in the heat of passion did something inside of him. He desperately wanted to hear that sound over and over again, for the rest of the night - hell, the rest of forever.
Haley's heart was pounding and her body was trembling beneath his strong grip. She didn't think she had ever finished that quickly - or that powerfully - in her life. She couldn't believe he had just made her come in an elevator. An elevator. If the night ended right here, right now, it would be an insane story to tell if nothing else. Not that she ever would; she would be way too embarrassed. Oh yeah, Nathan Scott finger-fucked me in an elevator once.
He slowed his movements as she shuddered beneath him, removing his fingers as the elevator arrived at the penthouse suite. Leaning over her, he captured her lips once more as he hooked his arms beneath her thighs and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist and carry her into the suite.
Haley loved that she was small enough for him to pick her up like this. She doubted her legs would have worked anyway, even to carry her the few steps into their room. Her center rubbed against his belt as he walked, and she sucked in a breath at the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure, still overly sensitive from her orgasm.
He glanced around the enormous suite, quickly locating the bedroom and stealing kisses as he carried her towards the bed. Normally he would have taken the time to admire the room and the beautiful view, but they had seen the city skyline at dinner, and he was certain it could never compare to the beauty of the woman in his arms.
Releasing her legs, he slowly lowered her down the length of his body. She was still catching her breath from her elevator experience, her pupils blown wide with lust for him. Nathan wanted to slow down and savor every moment with her. Cupping her face in his hands, he placed a gentle kiss to her forehead and rubbed his nose along her temple and down her cheek, inhaling the light, floral scent that he would forever associate with Haley James. He rested his forehead against hers and smiled. "Hi," he whispered, his mouth just centimeters from hers.
She grinned back up at him. "Hi," she echoed as she sat down on the edge of the bed, grasping the collar of his shirt with both hands and pulling him down so that he was leaning over her. "I think I ruined your shirt," she giggled as the stretched out neckline gapped open limply, exposing his chest in his bent over stance.
He smiled, pressing his lips briefly to hers. "That's okay, I have plenty of other shirts."
Haley slid her hands down his sides, her fingers playing with the hem of the garment. "Maybe you should get rid of this one then," she purred with a flirtatious smile.
Grinning back at her, he placed one last little kiss to the corner of her mouth before standing to quickly pull his shirt over his head.
She allowed her gaze to roam unabashedly over his incredible physique. Sure, she had seen him without his shirt already, but this time she shamelessly let her eyes linger on every inch of him. She had never thought of herself as having a "type," but she was reconsidering that now as she stared at his smooth, sinewy muscle, committing the curve of his shoulders and swell of his chest to memory. Her gaze traveled down his abs to the deep V cut into his groin before landing on the prominent bulge in his trousers.
Nathan swallowed thickly, suddenly self-conscious beneath her gaze. He wasn't used to feeling nervous getting naked in front of a woman, but he wanted so badly for Haley to want him. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and she bit her lower lip as she placed her palms flat on his chest and ran them down, down, down to trace along the waistband of his boxers before making quick work of his zipper. He hissed in pleasure as her small hand slid into his undone pants and cupped his erection through his tight boxer briefs, squeezing lightly.
The wet spot on his underwear indicated he'd been leaking pre-come for quite some time, further evidence of how turned on he was by her. Haley's heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could feel it through her fingertips. She had been thinking about touching him all night, but the sensation of him hard and heavy beneath her palm sent butterflies fluttering up from her stomach and racing throughout her body.
He swore under his breath, shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw as she palmed him. His skin tingled at the feel of her soft lips ghosting kisses over his stomach, and his heart thumped to a sudden halt as her kisses followed the trail of hair from his navel down to the edge of his tight (and getting tighter by the minute) boxers. He knew it must have only been a split second before his heart resumed its regular pounding rhythm, but he thought he must have died and gone to heaven when her lips continued their downward trek and replaced her hand as she placed feather-light kisses to the fabric concealing his member.
As much as he longed to feel her lips wrapped around his cock, he knew he needed a little space to cool down if he didn't want the night to end before it even began. Reluctantly, he reached down to pull her to her feet. "I think you're overdressed," he murmured hoarsely.
She nodded, her gaze hooded as she slowly unzipped the back of the dress and let it fall to the floor, pooling at her feet. Nathan sucked in a sharp breath as he took in the sight of her standing before him in nothing but a silken ivory bra and matching panties. He admired the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts, his cock aching painfully with the desire to touch her. Taking a step towards her, he gently encircled her waist, delighting in the feel of her as he allowed his hands to explore the newly exposed skin. She was so beautiful, and his heartbeat thudded in his ears as she leaned into him to kiss along his collarbone.
She sighed in pure bliss as his fingers lightly skimmed up her back and landed on the clasp of her bra. He ran his thumb across it hesitantly for only a moment before releasing the clasp. Nathan let out a deep breath as he hooked his fingers in the loose straps and removed her bra, exposing her to his hungry gaze. Dropping the forgotten undergarment, his hands immediately moved to cup her full breasts, weighing them gently in his palms. A perfect fit, he thought as he ran the pads of his thumbs around her puckered nipples.
Haley moaned at the delicious torture of his fingers, the ache in her core intensifying. She wanted more, needed to feel his mouth on her. Reaching up, she pulled his head down towards her chest, sighing contentedly as his lips closed around her nipple, licking and teasing. She hissed at the painful pleasure that coursed through her body as he took the tight bud between his teeth and bit down lightly before sealing his lips over the sensitive skin once more.
The breathy little moans she was making as he nipped at her sent an electric current coursing throughout his body, and if he'd had more self-control, he would've sucked and played with her nipples all night long. But his arousal was beyond the point of pleasure and he ached, he needed to be inside of her.
Reaching into his pocket, he fumbled for the small square package he knew he would find there and then made quick work of pushing his pants and boxers the rest of the way down his hips. As much as he wanted to draw this out and take his time with her, he couldn't wait any longer.
The implication that he had a condom ready to go wasn't lost on her, but at the moment she was grateful. They had long passed the point of no return, and she wouldn't have had the strength to leave now if he hadn't been prepared. Sitting back on the bed, she watched as he slowly pumped his fist up and down his thick shaft a few times, marveling at the sight of him completely exposed before her. She had obviously seen men naked before, and she never would have said she found the male form in all its glory particularly arousing before now, but every inch of his body was long and lithe and perfect.
He noticed her watching him, her attention rapt as he rolled the condom down along his length. The sight of her so fixated on his cock nearly had him coming in his hand, and he gave himself a sharp squeeze, the quick jolt of pain buying him some time. Her eyes never left his erection as she moved to lay back on the bed, and he took the opportunity to remove her panties and cover her naked body with his own. His mouth found hers immediately, and he kissed her long and deep, relishing in the feel of the slide of his hot skin against hers.
He pulled back after a moment to look at her, nuzzling his nose against hers affectionately. Their lips hovered just inches apart, his measured, focused breaths mingling with her short, excited gasps as he settled his hips into the cradle of her thighs. Haley was completely caught off guard by the intense intimacy of this moment. Unlike their frantic, desperate clawing at one another in the elevator, he seemed to want to savor every moment of their joining.
Nathan was overwhelmed by how gorgeous she looked beneath him, her lips swollen from his kisses and her desire for him evident in her dark eyes. "Jesus Christ, Hales," he breathed, "do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
She bit her lower lip, and shook her head slightly. He leaned forward and licked at the indention her teeth had just left in her skin, soothing the spot with his tongue as he'd fantasized about doing earlier at dinner.
The anticipation might literally kill her. She could feel him throbbing between her thighs, and she was desperate for him to be inside of her. "Please, Nathan…" she whimpered.
He smiled, tilting his head to nose his way across her cheek to her ear. He took her lobe between his lips and suckled, leaving a tiny mark. "I've got you, baby," he whispered, as he lifted his hips slightly and finally began to slowly push into her.
Haley moaned in earnest, her eyes rolling back as he entered her, filling her completely in a way she had never known was possible. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate his entire length, and she let out a gasp as she realized she'd forgotten to breathe. She had slept with two other men, both college boyfriends, and she had enjoyed the sex well enough…or so she had thought. The feel of Nathan now, long and thick inside of her, was completely unrivaled. He was too much, and yet somehow she craved more of him.
Nathan pushed up onto his forearms to brace himself, caging her between his biceps as he finally slid all the way into her. He paused to catch his breath, allowing himself a moment to indulge in the sensation of being completely surrounded by her. She was so tight and wet around him that any coherent thought had completely escaped his mind. He circled his hips against her slowly, groaning at the sweet torture the friction created.
She whimpered his name in response, arching her back as he moved experimentally within her. She reached up to run her nails through his hair and across his taut shoulders, delighting in the thought of him waking the next morning to find red lines down his back, a chaotic map drawn across his skin to remind him of her.
The sting of her nails coaxed a growl of pleasure from the back of his throat, and he pulled out of her almost completely before sliding home again…and again, and again. He leaned down to attach his lips to her breast, suckling at the soft curve until he left his mark. Something primal within him wanted to brand her, to claim her as his own, and the sight of the purple mark on her perfect, porcelain skin brought him immense satisfaction.
Haley was nearly delirious with pleasure. She had expected him to know what he was doing in bed, but nothing could have prepared her for this. His body was so powerful moving over her, and yet he was so gentle with her, even as he increased his pace. His lips left trails of fire along her collarbone and up her neck, leaving her breathless.
He could stay here forever, he thought, and yet the pressure building within him was nearly too much to bear, his body begging for release. He knew he was getting close already, and there was no way he was going to allow himself to finish before she did. Hooking his elbow beneath her knee, he drew her right leg up beside him and swore under his breath as the new angle pushed him even deeper into her. "God, Hales," he panted, "you're so fucking tight."
The husky sound of his voice as he called her by his nickname for her, combined with his long, deep thrusts was her undoing. She arched her back and braced her hands against his biceps, crying out his name as the tight knot in her belly slowly unraveled, sending a rush of heat throughout her body.
Nathan wanted to commit this moment to memory, to repeat it over and over again. He wanted to remember the pink flush that spread from her cheeks down to her breasts…the feel of her small hands gripping his biceps…the throaty cry of his name on her lips as she succumbed to the pleasure that he had brought her. Her inner walls convulsed around him, and after a few more deep thrusts he slowed and stilled, his hips twitching involuntarily as he emptied himself inside her.
Haley slid her hands over his shoulders, gliding them down his sweat soaked back until they reached his ass and pulled him to her, wanting them to stay joined as long as possible. He turned his head to kiss her gently on the lips, and the sleepy, satiated look in his eyes made Haley's heart swell with pride. She was the reason he looked like that; she had done this to him. In that moment, she was convinced that there was nothing sexier than the sight of Nathan Scott in the hazy aftermath of an orgasm. His chest heaved against her as he attempted to catch his breath, and she lifted her head to place a light kiss to his cheek beneath his right eye, her thumb ghosting over the small mark there, following her lips.
Nathan's lips quirked in a slow, lazy smile before he reluctantly pulled out of her. He quickly disposed of the condom and collapsed back onto the bed, pulling the sheets and blankets up over them both. He had never been one for cuddling after sex; it was a rare occasion when he even let a woman stay the entire night. But he didn't think he could ever get close enough to Haley James. He craved the feel of her warm, smooth skin. Turning slightly towards her, he pulled her into his side and wrapped his arms around her, marveling at the feel of her naked body pressed against him. Her very presence made him feel calm and at peace. "You're so amazing," he whispered into her hair, so softly he wasn't even sure if she heard him.
Haley tipped her head to rest in the crook of his neck, draping one leg over him and gently trailing her fingers up and down his spine. She smiled as his chest rose and fell with a content little sigh at her touch, his eyes already drifting shut. If she thought he smelled good before, the musky, male scent of his skin in the afterglow of sex was even better. She wanted to bottle that scent, bathe in it whenever she liked. He definitely didn't smell like body spray. She giggled at the thought.
"What's so funny?" he asked sleepily.
"Just thinking that you clearly don't use your own product." One blue eye popped open at that, questioning. "Rainstorm Body Spray," she explained.
"Yeah, definitely not," he snorted. "Don't tell anyone, because they pay me a lot of money, but I think body spray is kind of gross. I take showers like a real man."
"Your secret is safe with me," she laughed, nuzzling further into his neck.
His eyelids fluttered shut again, and he held her more tightly to him. He had so many things he wanted to say to her, but his mind was too hazy to form words. His last thought as he drifted to sleep was that he actually owed Rainstorm quite a lot; without that endorsement, he never would have met Haley James.
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A/N: Once again I'm so, so overwhelmed by the positive response to this story! It's so nice to know people are enjoying it, and I read every single review, so thank you to those who have taken the time to write them! Unfortunately updates will be slower after this - I had these first chapters mostly written before I started posting, and work plus studying for an upcoming exam has gotten in the way of me being able to dedicate as much time to the next half as I would like. But we'll get there, I swear! Stay with me! xoxo