Behind the Neighbor's Door - Part 12 (Patreon)

sorry about the delay. it was a much larger chapter than I realized. 101 pages, 30k words. I anticipated like 13-15...

Hope the read will be worth the unfortunate wait. It's unedited so apologies for mistakes and errors. without any more lollygagging...

*

Nate groaned and slammed his fist into the wall. Fuck. He had been so close to fucking Grace, and she had run off. That bitch. He was so fucking hard right now, and he needed to cum. He looked at the clock. It was past three in the morning. Fuck. Why did she have to leave?

He got back on his bed and grabbed his phone. He contemplated whether he should try to talk Grace into coming back, or whether he should just forget about her. He decided on the latter. For now. Nate had momentarily forgotten himself, and he was now reaping the shit seeds from it. But at least he could get damage control started.

'Listen, Grace. I'm sorry. I had no idea my actions plagued you so much, and I honestly didn't mean to bring it up if I knew how much it would hurt you. Can we talk tomorrow or some other time next week? I really messed up and I wanna fix it. Please let me.'

He sent the text message, and then he waited. He was so fucking horny, and he needed to cum. He was so fucking angry and annoyed at Grace. But he was also so fucking turned on by her. She had such a fire in her, and she wasn't afraid to stand up to him. She had left him high and dry, and that was something that Nate wasn't used to. It only made him want her more. It was only making him want to prove to her that he could be a better man. And it was only making him want to fuck her brains out, and show her that she belonged to him, and only him.

He looked at his phone. No response. He sighed and put it down. He was going to have to take care of this himself.

*

The next day was a blur. Grace was a mess, and she couldn't concentrate. In fact, she took a day off from her work to have a full day just for herself. She knew she shouldn't have gone to Nate's, but she couldn't help it. She was so angry at him, and she was so angry at herself. She had always been in control, and she had always been the one to call the shots. But with Nate, it was much more difficult.

Nolan didn't know yet that Grace had gone over to Nate's the previous night, and Grace had no idea how to tell him. She knew that she should, and that he deserved to know. But she didn't want to hurt him. She had always been the one to call the shots, and now she was in a situation where she didn't know what to do. It was a new feeling, and she wasn't sure how to deal with it. In fact, it felt more like Nate had been calling the shots.

So yeah, Grace needed a day to herself.

Grace opted for a long hike, rather than the gym, in order to clear her head. It was a nice, sunny day, and she knew that the fresh air and the exercise would do her good. Also, it wasn't to be avoided, given the shorter khaki shorts she wore, her gift from Nate, and the skimpy top, that her ass would attract attention. She knew that she was being a bit of a tease, but she didn't care. If Nate could get away with fucking other girls, then she could get away with a little teasing, too. And she loved it. Especially now, when the men were staring at her, their eyes roaming over her body. It made her feel like the sexy woman she was.

After her hike, she stopped at a coffee shop and grabbed a cup of coffee. She sat at a table outside, and she sipped her coffee slowly, enjoying the quietness of the day. Also, Grace noticed a lot of men staring at her legs. It was a good confidence boost. It was good to know that she could turn heads and make men wish they were in her company. Even some dads and obviously occupied men. Grace smirked, knowing her attractiveness was a magnet. She even toyed with the idea of what it would be like to pick up one of these guys. Nolan would freak out. 

But no. Even if she was pissed at Nate for... the lack of loyalty? That wasn't quite it. She wasn't dating him. Well, this week, she would for one night, but that would be it. But one thing was for sure. Her actual boyfriend, Nolan, he would never ever touch another woman. Sure, he was warm-blooded like most men and wouldn't have minded it, but one among many qualities of Nolan was that he was utterly loyal. He worshipped the ground Grace walked on, and even more so nowadays. 

But even if Nate wanted to fuck around, Grace figured at least she wouldn't do the same. She wasn't like that. She had some sort of morals and ethics. She was a good person. And she would continue to be. Besides, she had a boyfriend, and she had a life. She didn't need any of this. 

Or did she? Grace sighed. She didn't know what she wanted. She knew that she wanted to be with Nolan, but she also knew that she wanted to be with Nate, at least in some capacity. And that was the problem. She couldn't have both. At least, not in the way that she wanted. Grace sighed again. This was all too complicated.

But she was focusing on the wrong things. This was supposed to be a day for herself, a day to relax and enjoy. She was supposed to be clearing her head, not dwelling on the past. The past was over.

She had tried to call Dora to drag her out of hibernation, but Dora had some issues with her pregnancy. Nothing serious, just hormones, tiredness, the like. Maybe Grace could visit her one day. Dora's pregnancy. To think Nate had a hand in that, too. Not that she was jealous of that, no. But to be honest, she had to admit to herself that she envied Dora a little bit. She was starting a family, even if the circumstances were... questionable at best. 

Grace wondered what Greg knew, her husband. He was a smart man, but Dora had married him for the wrong reasons. Greg wasn't a bad guy, but Dora was utterly miserable. The only thing that was keeping her happy was the thought of her unborn baby. Good thing Grace was on the pill. 

It wasn't something she really considered outright in a pragmatic sense, but Grace wasn't sure she wanted a child at all, but the idea of having a family with Nolan was one she could definitely see. Nolan would be an amazing dad, and she could picture the two of them raising a family together. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Nate... well, he would make her life exciting, and he would challenge her, and he would make her feel alive. He would push her to her limits and beyond, and she would enjoy every minute of it. The idea of having a family with Nate wasn't one she could see right now, though. It was too complicated to think about. He was a good guy, but that didn't change the fact that he was a bit of an asshole.

Grace sighed. She had been spending too much time with Nate. And it was getting to her. She was thinking about him all the time, and it was making her crazy. She had to stop this, or she was going to lose her mind. It wasn't worth considering even, and she truly wasn't. Just the thought of Dora and her baby had brought these things up, that was all. That was the only reason she was thinking about it.

Grace finished her coffee and got up to leave. She was feeling much better after her hike and her coffee, and she decided to go for a much-needed mini-spa treatment.

A few hours later, Grace was feeling refreshed and relaxed. She had gotten a manicure, a pedicure, a facial, and a massage. She felt like a new woman. As she was leaving the spa, her spirit was completely shifted. 

This was the last week before Nate would get his date. After four weeks of close calls, teasing, and them fooling around on a lighter but still erotic scale, this was it. Grace felt a tingle of excitement run down her spine, and she couldn't wait to see what Nate had planned. She wasn't nervous; she was excited. 

The third week had only started, however, and she still had to stop by and give him a show and help him finish off. And speaking of stopping by, as she put her wallet back into her purse, she saw the key to Nate's apartment. He had given it to her a few weeks ago. She still didn't know how she felt about that. It added a layer to their relationship, and Grace wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

But she got an idea.

*

Nolan sat in his office chair, staring over at the meeting room where Nate was making his presentation with the Tex-Mex people. Josh was in there, too, overseeing the meeting. The Tex-Mex people weren't looking too pleased, but they were listening. Nate was giving a great presentation, and he had their attention. Nolan wasn't sure what was going on, but he could tell that things were not going well. Josh looked like he was taking notes, and Nolan knew that when he did that, it was because he saw the writing on the wall. Whatever slogan Nate had come up with was not going over well, and Josh would have to step in at the end and try to save it.

Nolan was, on a very petty level, glad. Nate had been winning a lot lately, and he was the guy who was fucking his girl after all, at least sometimes, so seeing him suffer was a bit satisfying. 

He knew Grace didn't love him, but it still stung. The constant fact of Nate being something to Grace. But it was a big part of letting Grace be dirty. But a big dick and a lot of skill couldn't replace genuine love. But, as Nolan had promised, he had kept his cool. He had kept it professional, and he had not let his anger or frustration get in the way of his work. It had been difficult at times, and there had been moments when he had wanted to say something, but he had managed to keep his cool.

And who knows, maybe the contract landed in his lap instead. It had short deadlines, but that meant something was going on all the timeThat could be a lot more satisfying.

As Nolan was mulling over these things, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out and checked it. It was Grace. He smiled, knowing that she was the one person who could make his day better.

'You got time to watch a show, babe?' She had texted him.

Nolan chuckled. He knew she was up to something, and he was curious to find out what. He quickly texted back.

'I can always make time for you. What's up?'

He hit send, and his phone buzzed again immediately. It was a video. He opened it, and he smiled. Grace was in a bedroom, and she was naked. She was on the bed on all fours, facing the camera. He could see her ass sticking up in the air. Flawless and dying to be eaten, as usual. He could hear her groan as she started to touch herself.

'Is this what you wanted me to see, babe?' Nolan texted back, a smile on his face.

He could see her reading the text, and then she replied. 'I know you're the man of my dreams when you don't even notice my surroundings.'

Nolan raised an eyebrow. What did she mean by that? He checked the photo again and understood right away what she meant. That was not their bedroom at all. The walls, the bed, none of it. But it did look familiar. He knew that bed and that wallpaper. He knew exactly where she was.

Grace was at Nate's. She was at Nate's, and she was masturbating on his bed. And she was recording it. And she was sending it to Nolan. Did she break in? Nolan had to almost snicker at trying to imagine Grace picking a lock. Though, come to think of it, she was quite handy with tools and such. Or had she gotten a key? If she had gotten a key, that meant that she had gotten much closer to Nate than Nolan had realized... Right? It felt awkward.

But there was no doubt about the naughtiness of Grace being alone in no other than Nate's apartment, rolling around in his bed.

Nolan's pants got tighter as he watched the video, as he saw Grace touching herself, her hand rubbing her pussy slowly, and out of the view of the camera. She was moaning, and the sound of Grace moaning in Nate's bed made his cock twitch. It was the first time he had seen her in that bed, but he knew full well that Grace had spent a lot of time there over the last month or so. Now, in this 34-second video, he could see her on all fours, her ass up in the air, and her hand rubbing her clit, her fingers disappearing into her pussy. It was out of view, but he could hear the sound of her wet pussy, and he could hear the sound of her moans. 

Nolan looked at Nate in the meeting, sweating so obviously he could see it from his cubicle. He looked back at the video. Grace was such a naughty girl, and Nolan couldn't believe that she had sent him this. He was going to have to watch this later, in the comfort of his home.

'You're a naughty girl,' he texted her.

He could see her reading the message, and then she replied. 'You bet I am. Gonna sunbathe naked on his balcony now.'

Nolan smiled. She was being a very naughty girl, and he couldn't wait to get home and fuck her for the rest of the day. Holy moly, how horny he was for his girl of late. It was as if she had become more erotic, more sexual, and more sensual, and Nolan loved it.

'See you tonight, babe,' he texted her.

'I can't wait,' she replied.

Nolan put his phone away and looked at Nate again. He was slumped back in a chair, rubbing his neck, while Josh worked his magic with the representatives from the Tex-Mex company. They could really use a name... maybe that was the sort of initiative Josh would appreciate if Nolan took? A catchy name? Maybe even a slogan that didn't involve seatbelts and diarrhea, like the ones Nate had insisted on. The name had to have something to do with Mexican food, or Texas. Maybe it should have something to do with the heat, the hotness. Maybe it should have something to do with sex, something to do with sex appeal, and sexiness. That would work. Latinas were known to be feisty girls, and the food was spicy; Texas was hot, and people from Texas were known to be rough, and rugged. There was something there.

Nolan spotted the kettle of coffee Nate had put on the table, poured himself a cup despite cutting back on it, and returned to his desk. He had some ideas to jot down.

But as Nolan started to work, it seemed like Grace wasn't done. His phone buzzed again. Nolan picked it up and looked at it. It wasn't a video this time, but another text message.

'You wanna know what I did while you were asleep? After the party?' she texted. Nolan's heart dropped, and the excitement seemed to strangle him at the suddenness of the revelation. 'You wanna know how dirty I was?'

Nolan swallowed hard. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable, but he was also very excited. He wasn't sure what she was going to tell him, but he was curious to find out.

'Yes, tell me,' Nolan texted back, his hands shaking as he did so.

He could see her reading the message, and then she replied. 'You sure?'

Nolan was conflicted about learning something had happened outside the rules and outside his knowledge. Grace had been pushing how far she took things with Nate lately, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit worried. But he also wanted to know.

'Yes, tell me,' he replied again, his heart racing.

He could see her reading the message, and then she replied. 'I couldn't sleep. I was thinking of something, and I couldn't sleep, so I went to his apartment.'

Nolan swallowed hard. His mind raced, and his heart was beating faster and faster.

'And?' Nolan replied.

Grace took a moment before she replied. 'In the middle of the night. I found him in the bed I am in now, and I crawled in.'

Nolan's heart was racing. He was so hard, and he couldn't wait to get home and fuck her. He had a feeling that she was going to tell him something that he wasn't going to like, but he also had a feeling that he was going to enjoy it. It was a very dangerous mix.

'So I crawled in, and I started to suck him off,' Grace texted.

Nolan's heart almost stopped. Had she really sucked him off in the middle of the night? While he was asleep? He suddenly stood up from his desk and left the office. He needed to go home and talk to her right away.

'Did you fuck him?' he texted her, his heart racing.

She took a moment before she replied. 'No. But it was close. I sucked him off for a bit, but I didn't let him cum. I was so mad at him, but I couldn't resist him.'

Nolan didn't know what to say or do. He was standing in the elevator, going home, his mind racing. The thing is, Nolan put a great value on a blow job. It was perhaps weird, and perhaps also a bit sexist or misogynistic, but the intimacy of a blowjob was something Nolan valued highly, something that was an appreciation of the man, and it was a service. It was all about making him feel special, and appreciated... To make her partner feel like a man, solely using their mouth…

Why did it suddenly feel more potent now, though? Grace had used her mouth on him before. She had fucked him. Why did it suddenly feel like a betrayal? Nolan didn't have an answer to that. But he was angry, and he was scared, and he was also very turned on.

The elevator doors opened, and Nolan rushed out to his car. He got in and started the engine.

*

When Nolan was home, he was grateful that Grace had made her way back to their own apartment. He was panting, his heart racing. He found Grace in the shower, and without even undressing, he joined her, his body hot and his cock hard and ready.

"Hey baby," Grace said with a smile. Her wet, naked body was gorgeous, and Nolan couldn't resist her. He kissed her, hard and passionately, his tongue pushing into her mouth, his hands grabbing her ass and pulling her against him.

"You're so fucking hot," Nolan said, his voice strained. Grace chuckled, but she also gasped. Nolan was never quite as forceful as this, but Grace seemed to have noticed how hard he was, and she didn't seem to mind it. "I can't believe you sucked him off without telling me. It makes me so fucking jealous. And hard."

"I'm sorry," Grace breathed, kissing him back, and then kissing him again, her hands running over his chest and abs. "I was just so mad at him. I couldn't resist."

Nolan couldn't help but feel a little bit hurt, and a little bit jealous. She couldn't resist Nate. He was more irresistible than him. But that was the point, wasn't it? Still, Nolan wasn't pleased. But he wasn't angry. He was in a weird state of limbo between pissed off and turned on.

"I don't like it when you do stuff like that behind my back," Nolan groaned, his voice strained. "It makes me jealous."

"I'm sorry," Grace breathed. She kissed him again, her lips soft and warm, her tongue pushing into his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. Nolan groaned, and he grabbed her ass, pulling her against him. His suit was wet through and through with her up against him, but it didn't matter. In fact, it seemed to entice Grace seeing him like this.

"Are you?" Nolan challenged, and Grace blushed.

"Of course I am," Grace said. "I don't want you to be upset with me."

"So you'll never do it again?" Nolan asked. He kissed her again, his hands grabbing her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks, his fingers digging into her flesh. She gasped, and she kissed him back.

"I'll try my best," Grace said, her voice strained.

Nolan pushed her against the wall, kissing her hard. He was focusing on the wrong thing. Grace losing herself, not her persona per se, but yielding to that primal need... he should be happy about that. He was. But he couldn't help but feel jealous and hurt. The betrayal... it stung. And his cock was still rock hard.

"I don't like it when you do things without telling me," Nolan growled.

"I know," Grace said, her voice strained.

"But I can't help but feel turned on by it," Nolan groaned. He kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She kissed him back, and her hands ran over his wet body, her fingers running over his abs. She moaned, and Nolan felt her pussy grinding against him, her clit rubbing against his hard cock through the fabric of his wet suit.

"It turns you on, huh?" Grace chuckled, her voice breathy and filled with lust. "If it helps, I was always going to tell you. I just didn't know you'd react like this... and a part of me..." Grace looked him over. "I like it. My big, beautiful man all undone like this."

"That's what happens when your man's girl is misbehaving," Nolan said, feeling himself falter. This was what they both wanted deep down. It was close to the fire, but not entirely in it yet.

Grace chuckled, her lips near his own. "I forgive you," Nolan said, kissing her softly. "But–"

"I was bad, wasn't I?" Grace asked.

"Yeah... I'm not gonna lie, it makes me a little jealous," Nolan admitted, as the water poured down. "A blow job... I mean, I feel like I'm being stupid, and I know you've... had sex with him, but..."

"What is it?" Grace asked, her hands still on his chest.

"I don't know. I don't know. Maybe because it was... intimate? And it was in the middle of the night, and I was asleep? It feels like more of a betrayal almost. I'm sorry," Nolan admitted. Grace was visibly taken aback by that.

"I had no idea," Grace said. "Have you always felt this way?"

"I'm not sure, to be honest," Nolan said with a small chuckle.

"Either way, I'm sorry," Grace said, her hands moving up to his face, cupping his cheeks. "I didn't think of it like that. I just thought it was a blowjob. I thought you'd like it, and you'd get off on it."

"No... let's be honest. You didn't think of me at all," Nolan admitted. "And that's ok. I understand. You were in the moment, and you were... You wanted to be bad, and you wanted to do something naughty, and you wanted to get off. And that's ok."

Grace looked at him for a moment, and then she nodded. "I was in the moment. I was mad, and I was horny. I just wanted to be naughty. I just wanted to be bad. It was wrong. I'm sorry."

Nolan smiled. "I forgive you," he said. Nolan loved when Grace was being naughty. There was a breach of trust that they both hated, but at the same time, it was such a thrill to hear how Grace had slipped up. "And I want to fuck you so bad right now."

"Take me to our bed," Grace said, kissing him again. "And fuck me senseless. Make me feel it."

"You bet," Nolan grinned, and he pulled her out of the shower. He stripped off his clothes and then he threw her on the bed. She squealed in delight and climbed back.

*

Soon enough, she was leaning her back against the headboard, with her hand tangled in her man's dark locks. Grace moaned and closed her eyes. It felt good to have Nolan between her legs, and it felt good to have his tongue working her clit and her pussy. He had been eager to get her home and get her naked, and Grace had been eager to let him. It was like he was on a mission, and she loved that. She loved the attention he was giving her, and she loved the way his tongue was working her pussy. It was like he was trying to make her cum as quickly as possible. It wasn't working, but she appreciated the effort. 

She was holding back to really prolong the experience. While Nolan was the expert with a tongue, Grace desperately wanted to climax with him inside of her. It was the perfect way to relieve tension, but also wrap up an otherwise relaxing day. 

She had been hesitant in telling Nolan about her blowing Nate behind his back. It had been a spur of the moment, and she wasn't even sure if she should have. But she didn't regret it. In fact, she liked the idea that she had been a little bad, and she liked the idea that she had been a little naughty. She liked that he was jealous, and she liked that he was turned on by it. It was like the rush of adrenaline she had gotten from the whole thing.

Grace did feel bad for having gone behind his back. And it was true, she had gone over to Nate's without Nolan on her mind. It was all for her. But both Nolan and Nate kept saying how this kink was all about her anyway, so what was she to think? How was she to act? She looked down at Nolan. How angry could he really be with her pussy in his mouth, anyway? Grace smirked at the thought.

"I'm close," Grace whispered, her breaths quick and shallow. "I'm so close, baby. Make me cum."

Nolan moaned into her pussy, his tongue working faster and harder, his fingers pressing deeper inside her. Grace could feel her orgasm building, and it was going to be a big one. She could feel the pressure building, and it was going to be a big one. She could feel her body starting to tense, and she could feel her muscles starting to clench. She could feel the pleasure building, and it was going to be a big one.

"You, guh, like me being naughty, do you?" Grace moaned, her hand gripping his hair. "You, ahh, you like me breaking the rules, huh?"

"Mmmhmmm," Nolan moaned into her pussy, his tongue working faster and harder, his fingers pressing deeper inside her.

"You like, oh, God, that I'm so turned on by that asshole that I, oh shit, that I just can't help myself?" Grace panted, her breaths quick and shallow. "That I'm so turned on by him that I suck him off in the middle of the night while you're asleep, almost letting him fuck me?"

Nolan looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. They were burning with jealousy, but he also looked turned on.

"Oh, fuck," Grace groaned, her hips bucking against his face. "You like that, don't you? You like that I'm so turned on by him that I almost let him fuck me, don't you?" Grace panted, grabbing his hair tighter and pulling him closer.

"Mmmhmmm," Nolan moaned into her pussy, his tongue working faster and harder, his fingers pressing deeper inside her.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," Grace moaned, her body tensing and her hips bucking. "I'm gonna cum all over your face, baby. I'm gonna cum all over your face."

Nolan's tongue worked faster and harder, and his fingers pressed deeper inside her. Grace could feel her orgasm building, and it was going to be a big one. She could feel the pressure building, her body starting to tense, and she could feel her muscles starting to clench. And then, a burst of pleasure shot through her like a bullet.

Her body convulsed, her hips bucking, her back arching and her toes curling. The pressure burst like a dam and released a flood of pleasure that flooded every inch of her body. Her muscles seized and her toes curled even further. It felt so good, and it felt so intense. She couldn't help but moan, and she couldn't help but scream his name.

"Oh, yes, baby. Oh, fuck, yes. Yes," Grace screamed as her orgasm crashed through her like a tsunami, the waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

"That was amazing," she panted. "You're so good to me, and I love you so much."

"I love you too, babe," Nolan breathed, kissing the inside of her thighs as she recovered from her climax. "Did you mean what you said about how bad you were? Tell me everything. You're not off the hook yet."

Grace blushed. "I mean, yes... I was very naughty. I went to him when you were sleeping. I wasn't thinking straight, and I just wanted to get off. I was mad at him, and I was mad at myself. So I went to him, and I sucked him off."

"How far did it go?" Nolan asked. "I need to know exactly what you did, in detail. Don't hold back, Grace. I'm dying to hear it."

"Well, I sucked his cock," Grace admitted. "I got him so close to cumming, but I didn't let him. I was so angry with him, so I left him high and dry."

"You're a tease," Nolan chuckled, kissing her inner thigh again. "I bet he was pissed off at you."

Grace shrugged, a sly smile on her face. "He was. But I don't care. I wanted to be a bad girl, and I wanted to be a bad girl for you.  But I took it too far. I even... let him touch me. He guided my head and groped my butt..."

"He... guided you?" Nolan gasped, his cock twitching. "Like he controlled how you sucked him off?"

"Yeah," Grace admitted. "He did. He grabbed my head, and he made me suck him off the way he liked. He held my hair, and he fucked my mouth a little bit. It was... I don't know. It was hot. I didn't expect to enjoy it."

"Holy shit," Nolan gasped, his cock hard and throbbing. "You... let him? That's hot."

"Yeah," Grace nodded. "But I stopped before he could cum. I wanted to get him to the edge, but then I left him. I guess I wanted him to suffer a bit."

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" Nolan growled, his lips finding her inner thighs again. "I like it. I like you being a bad girl. It makes you more exciting, more dangerous. I want to punish you for it."

Grace bit her lip and smiled. "I need to be punished. You're right. You should punish me, baby. You should show me who's the boss."

"Fuck yeah," Nolan groaned, his lips kissing her thigh, moving to her pussy. Grace gasped and moaned, her hands finding his hair.

Feeling emboldened by his insatiable hunger, Grace gripped him again. "No more talking, just lick my clit," she panted, her eyes closed.

He was like a man possessed, and he was eating her out like he was starved. He had been extra hungry tonight, and Grace loved it. She closed her eyes and let her mouth fall open, small, rapid moans escaping from between her lips. His hands were on her thighs, holding her tight, making it really difficult not to cum. Her hips were bucking, and her breaths were growing more labored.

Nolan's tongue moved faster and faster, his pace getting more urgent. He was so desperate to get her off that she could hardly stand it. She closed her eyes tighter and pushed his head away, wanting him inside of her. She could see it in his eyes, how he just wanted to dive back in. What a good man he was, dying to get her off.

He pulled her away from the headboard and climbed up her body, and kissed her hard. She could feel the weight of his cock pressing against the inside of her leg. He reached down to his cock, stroked the head up and down her slit a few times, and slowly pushed it into her. Her back arched as his cock filled her up.

"Fuck..." she purred. She looked up into his eyes, seeing his desperation and hunger. A devious grin crossed her lips, and she lifted her hips to meet him. She wrapped her arms and her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of her. Grace had her arms around Nolan's neck and kissed him deeply as he thrust deep and hard inside of her. "Do you, ah, want me to close my eyes and pretend you're him?" she asked, teasing him.

"No," Nolan grunted, and he kissed her hard and thrust even deeper inside of her. His hips rolled, and he thrust harder, and harder. He was trying to prove something, and he was trying to prove that he was better than Nate. "Not now."

"Ooooh..." Grace moaned, and her head lolled back. "God, I love it when you're jealous..."

"Fuck, you're so hot," Nolan panted. He was looking at her, his eyes wide with lust. His hips were thrusting, and his cock was pounding her hard and deep.

"You're so good to me..." Grace moaned. She was getting close. She was getting so close. His cock was hitting all the right spots, and his hips were rolling, and his tongue was licking and sucking on her neck. "I think I'm going to cum..."

Nolan kissed her neck, his hips driving her to orgasm. "Cum for me," he panted. "Cum for me, Grace."

"Yes..." Grace panted, and her hands moved to his back, her nails digging in. "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... Oh, fuck..."

Nolan's hips rolled, and his cock was pounding her hard and deep. She could feel the pressure building, and she could feel her body tensing. He was giving it to her just right, just right where she needed it, and it was sending her over the edge.

"Fuck!" she screamed, and she gripped him hard as her body shuddered, her back arching.

Nolan's thrusts were getting erratic and shallow, his breath heavy in her ear. She could hear him groan his sexy voice in her ear. She held him tight as she came, and his orgasm washed over him, his cock spurting inside of her, his body convulsing.

They stayed in each other's embrace, panting and riding out their orgasms together.

"Fuck," Nolan said, and then laughed. "You are something else. I didn't know how much that story would turn me on."

"Me neither," Grace admitted, kissing his neck.

"Do you wanna fuck Nate again?" Nolan asked, his fingers finding her ass.

"I don't know. Probably, but we shouldn't," Grace said. She wanted to. There was no doubt about that. And part of her really, really, really wanted to. She wanted to feel him inside her again, and she wanted to feel his big, thick cock stretching her pussy, and making her cum all over it. And the thought of him using his warm shaft to piston in and out of her was making her mouth water. She couldn't say no. "It's... so intense. But I won't do it. Not until the date at least, if at all. It's not a rule to get lucky after a date."

"But you've missed him, erh, like that, right?" Nolan asked, pushing for the hard truths and getting to the bottom of her inner struggles.

"Yes," Grace confessed, her heart fluttering a little. "And I hate it. But it feels good. And I can't control it."

"I get that. I mean, I want him to, ah, do it with you, because you enjoy it. It turns you on," Nolan admitted, his hands running across her skin. "But there is something really, uh, interesting about you lusting after someone other than me. And it being him, my friend, our neighbor, my colleague, someone who can be deemed a bit unsavory..."

"So what should we do? I almost broke the rules. He most certainly did. And it's not the first time either," Grace asked.

"We have to be honest with each other," Nolan said. "It doesn't matter if we break the rules, as long as we tell each other, and we're honest about it. I know you want to break the rules. And I don't blame you. I want you to break the rules. I want you to break them, and I want you to tell me about it."

"But it's not a good idea, right? I mean, what's the point then? It sort of adds to the buildup while attempting to keep things in check. It's a dangerous game," Grace said, her hand playing with his hair.

"It is a dangerous game. But I like it. And I think you do, too," Nolan said. He was stroking her cheek. "Did you really not let him finish?"

"No. I... I just left him high and dry," Grace giggled. "I couldn't resist it. It was so naughty."

Nolan chuckled. "It's ok. I forgive you. Even if he has a hard time doing it."

"Thank you," Grace whispered. She kissed him deeply, her tongue finding his. "And the rules? Him not touching me, me only giving him one show a week? Those were both broken."

Nolan looked at her, and then he nodded. "Yeah, those were broken. And I won't pretend and say that breaking the rule is okay... one hundred percent of the time. But I trust you. You're the strongest and most confident person I know, so I trust you won't take it too far. Right?"

Grace nodded. "Yes. I won't take it too far. I promise."

Nolan kissed her again. "Good. I know that you can be naughty, and I love that about you. But I also need you to be honest with me. We need to be able to trust each other. This isn't about the rules, or the boundaries. It's about honesty and trust."

"I know. And I'll always be honest with you," Grace promised. She kissed him again, and she looked into his eyes. Grace hesitated for a moment. "But you do like secrets. It's so back and forth."

"Well, we'll work around that somehow. But the default is no secrets, no lies," Nolan said. "Right?"

"I agree. And I know what I said about guilt trips and not wanting them, but I just want you to know this was well within your rights to be upset with me," Grace said. "I just hope you won't be upset with me in the future when I do something that I think I can't tell you."

"I'm not mad at you, babe. I mean, yeah, I'm jealous. But I'm more turned on than anything. I love seeing you all horny and out of control, even if it makes me jealous," Nolan said with a smile. "Especially then. I promise."

Grace nodded. They stayed that way for a long time, kissing and cuddling, their bodies entwined. Eventually, Nolan rolled off of her, and she curled up next to him.

"I'm glad you're not mad," Grace whispered.

"I'm glad you're not mad either," Nolan said. He kissed her head. "What's the clock anyway? I came home so early, but it feels like it's late in the day already."

Grace shrugged, kissing his chest. They lay there for a few moments, their minds floating in and out of musings surrounding their explorations.

"How did it make you feel? Going over there in the middle of the night, and for him to break the rules?" Nolan asked after a while, his fingers tracing her skin.

"It was wrong. I know that. But I have to admit, while I was over there, I didn't think about that at all. I just wanted to be naughty. It felt dirty and rushed. And feeling him in my mouth, that big, warm thing in my mouth... I almost wanted to keep going," Grace told him. She was being completely honest with him, and she could see it in his eyes that he liked it.

"Really?" Nolan asked, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "And you didn't let him finish? You just left him high and dry?"

"Yeah. He was mad. And he deserved it," Grace giggled. "I couldn't help myself. But I won't do it again. I don't want to do anything behind your back."

"You're a tease," Nolan said, and he kissed her again. "But I like it. I like it when you're a tease. I like it when you're a bad girl."

"I like it, too, I can't lie," Grace said. She smiled up at him.

"Actually, I'm thinking of sending you over there right now," Nolan teased, his fingers tracing her skin. "You can go over there, and you can finish what you started. But this time, you'll let him finish."

Grace gasped, and her heart skipped a beat. "Oh, really? You're going to send me over there? After everything we've just talked about? Is that a good idea?"

"It's only right," Nolan teased, not aware of what fire he was playing with. Was Grace going to say no? "I mean, you've got to finish what you start, right? You can't leave him high and dry. It's not right."

"I guess," Grace giggled. She couldn't believe that Nolan was actually suggesting that she go over there and finish what she had started. But the idea was too hot to resist. "Ok. I'll do it. But only if you want me to."

Nolan grinned. "I think you should."

"Do I tell him that you know? If I don't, he may assume he can touch me again," Grace said, the thought making her heart race. She knew it wasn't right, but she loved the thrill of it.

Nolan considered her question for a moment. "No. Don't tell him. In fact, tell him I'm not home."

"So now it's fine for me to blow him? With what you said earlier? Is that what you want, for me to give him something that's just for his pleasure?" Grace asked, pushing him for the truth. She knew it was risky, but she wanted to know how far Nolan was willing to go.

Nolan smiled. "Yes. Rude not to finish the job, right?"

Without further reply, to show that she was serious about this, Grace picked up her phone and sent a message to Nate. 'Home yet? I feel bad for what I did earlier, so I wanna make it up to you.'

It took only moments before Nate replied. 'Yes. Come on over.'

Grace looked up from her phone, and Nolan smiled. "Too late to back out now," Grace said with a grin.

Nolan chuckled. "No backing out. Go over there, and get him off. That's an order."

Grace rolled over and kissed him again, her lips soft and warm. "I'll do as I'm told. But when I'm back, as punishment for sending me over, you're not getting any for a while," Grace warned with a smirk. "Or is that too far? Am I pushing too much?"

"No," Nolan gasped.

"That's what I thought," Grace smirked, regaining some of that confident attitude. 

"Go get 'em, babe," he said, kissing her softly. "Be a good girl."

"I will," Grace said, and she kissed him back. "For Nate."

With that, she got out of bed and started getting dressed. She was nervous, but she was also excited. She couldn't believe that Nolan was letting her do this after everything they had talked about. But she was also happy that he was. It made her feel good, and it made her feel sexy. It also spoke to his trust and development. He had raised his concern and still wanted her to explore and indulge, just as long as they were open and honest with each other.

She could feel Nolan watching her as she got dressed. He was staring at her ass as she pulled on her jeans, admiring her curves. 

Grace meandered over to the balcony and peeked outside. A devious smile crept across her face, knowing just the way to tease her boyfriend.

"He's on his balcony," Grace said. "If you're quiet, maybe you can hear us. Like last time."

"You bet I am," Nolan said. He was so eager for this, and he was so turned on by the idea of his girlfriend blowing another man. It was crazy, but it was hot.

They were playing with fire, and they both knew it. But they were having fun. And that was the most important thing. Grace had made a fateful decision in telling Nolan, and Nolan had taken his stance.

Grace looked back at Nolan. "Do you want this to be his show of the week?" Grace asked.

"You're asking me?" Nolan asked.

"Yeah, I am," Grace said. "It's fair. Do you want it to be his show?"

Nolan nodded. "Yes."

Grace smiled. "Ok. It is."

She went over and kissed him one more time, and then she left. Her heart was racing, and she could feel the butterflies in her stomach. She was nervous, but she was excited. She couldn't believe that she was going over there to actually blow Nate. Often that was how it ended with Nate, but this time, it was the intention. This time, she was going over there to actually give him a blowjob. And she couldn't wait.

When she got to Nate's apartment, she let herself in and found him waiting for her on the balcony with a drink of cheap bourbon. Nate, knowing Grace wasn’t a fan of too much drinking, put his glass away as he saw her join him.

"Hey, Nate," she said. She could feel her heart racing in her chest. "Don't hide your drink on my account. It's your home."

"Hey, Grace. Glad you came over," Nate said, a mischievous smirk on his face. He lifted his glass as if it were to give her a toast. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I just felt bad about what I did earlier," Grace admitted. She walked over to him and took the glass from him, and then she took a sip of the cheap bourbon. It burned a little going down, but it warmed her up. "So I wanted to make it up to you."

Nate raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes. Really," Grace said. She finished his drink for him, then she set the glass down on the table, and she looked into his eyes. Her heart was racing, and she was nervous. But she was also excited. She knew that Nolan was listening, and that made her even more excited.

"You don't have to do that," Nate said, making Grace falter for a moment.

"I know," Grace said. "But I want to."

"Then how can I say no?" Nate asked. His hands found her hips, and he pulled her close to him. He was already hard, his cock pressing against her through his sweatpants. Grace bit her lip when she felt it. He was big and thick, and she could feel every inch of it pressing against her.

"I'm sorry, Nate. Let me make it up to you," Grace said, pouring it on. "Let me finish what I started. It's a new week after all."

"And Nolan... does he know about what happened?" Nate asked, his voice low and husky.

"No. He doesn't. It's our secret," Grace lied, her voice equally husky. She was so turned on, and she could feel her pussy getting wet. Grace hated to lie, but it came easily now. Perhaps the bourbon helped. Grace moved her hand up his thigh, feeling the bulge in his pants, and squeezing it.

Nate grinned, and he leaned in to kiss her. She kissed him back, and she could feel the excitement building in her stomach. This wasn't exactly to plan, but if she wanted to play it off as natural as possible, a kiss was alright, surely. And if she wanted to tease Nolan, well, that would be even better.

"Wow, Grace. You really wanna be here, don't you?" Nate said, his hands on her body. He was groping her ass and kissing her neck. It felt good, and it made her pussy tingle with anticipation.

Grace blushed, and she bit her lip. "I do. I want to be here. I want to be with you," she purred. She pushed her hand down the front of his pants, finding his cock, wrapping her hand around the heavy thing, and stroking it. Nate groaned, and he kissed her neck again.

"You're such a naughty girl, Grace," Nate growled. He pushed his hips forward, his cock pressing against her palm. She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, and it made her pussy tingle with anticipation.

"I know," Grace panted. She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand. Warm and heavy, a beast that demanded attention. Grace smiled, and she pulled his sweatpants down, exposing his thick, juicy cock. "Mmmm, nice and ready for me..."

"Get down on your knees and apologize properly," Nate said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Grace giggled, and she got down on her knees in front of him. "As you wish," she whispered huskily.

She was going to be apologizing to Nate a lot. Deep and enthusiastically. Grace wrapped her hands around his cock and leaned forward to take his throbbing shaft in her mouth. The heat radiating from it made her shiver in anticipation.

Nate put his hand on the back of her head, and Grace looked up at him, her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock.

"Suck it like a good girl, Grace," Nate grunted. He guided her head down onto his throbbing shaft, and she started to suck him off slowly and lazily. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her mouth, and she could feel the pressure building in her stomach as he throbbed and twitched, the precum oozing down her throat. "That's it. Get used to it... "

Grace hummed softly as she sucked on his cock, enjoying the sensation of his cock filling her mouth. She could feel his warmth, his scent and his musk invading her senses, and the feel of him pushing deeper and deeper into her.

She felt him shift his hips back, and his cock pulling out of her mouth. It felt bigger, more substantial now, and she gasped softly as he moved, rubbing it against her tongue, then the roof of her mouth, and finally against the back of her throat. She could taste the precum and she felt his cock twitching in her mouth. God how she loved the taste of it. She loved the weight of it, and she loved the look of it. Just feeling it in her mouth.

"So this doesn't jeopardize our date?" Nate asked, stroking her hair.

"Of course not," Grace mumbled. "We're still on."

"Good," Nate said, his hand still tangled in her hair, his fingers digging into her scalp. Grace hummed softly, and then Nate was pushing his hips forward, his cock driving further and further into her mouth. 

The shaft almost slipped into her throat, making her gag a little as she struggled to hold him in her mouth. Nate grunted, and then his hips pulled back. She could feel the precum oozing down her throat and leaking out of her mouth. Never had she given a blow job like this, or been manhandled like this. Nolan rarely was like this, but she certainly wouldn't deny that she enjoyed the attention and control.

Nate didn't stop his hips, pushing his thick cock into her mouth, again and again. The warmth and weight and heat was filling her whole body, and she moaned softly, closing her eyes and savoring the feeling.

Nate's cock kept pushing, and she gagged a little as his shaft slid in deeper. Grace wasn't able to take too much still, as Nate was just too big for her. He seemed to like hearing her gag, though. Each little gag would seem to make Nate harder, and he was throbbing against the roof of her mouth.

"Your mouth is amazing, Grace. It feels so fucking good," Nate moaned, letting go of her head. To her own amazement, Grace didn't stop. Her hand gripped the base of his thick shaft, and she kept sucking on it. Nate groaned. "How is Nolan so lucky to have a girl like you?"

Grace didn't reply. She simply smiled, her mouth full of cock and continued her ministrations, making sure Nate had a very, very good apology. Nate closed his eyes and leaned back on his sofa, putting his arms behind his head, content and enjoying his blow job.

Grace got into a groove, the feeling of his thick cock sliding into her mouth and then retreating quickly becoming something she enjoyed. Grace felt empowered with it, being able to bring him pleasure. 

"Keep going. That's it," Nate said.

Grace obeyed. She knew that her mouth wasn't nearly as good as other parts of her anatomy, but the fact that Nate enjoyed it just made her feel more confident. She loved the fact that she was pleasing him, and that spurred her on. It wasn't easy, and it wasn't graceful, but Nate kept moaning and gasping, and his hips would shift forward. Each time, his cock would throb, and his shaft would swell as if trying to break loose. And every time, she would feel his cock twitch, his cock spurting more of his thick and hot precum. It was hard to concentrate, and the moans were like music.

"You have such a hot mouth," he moaned, grabbing her again. "I love it." He moved her head up and down his shaft with more vigor. It was more forceful than the last time, and she knew that he was taking advantage of the situation. He was using the fact that Nolan wasn't supposedly in the know to his advantage. It was not very nice of him, but it was also extremely sexy.

"The rules haven't changed, have they?" Nate reminded her, with his hand in her hair. 

Grace nodded. "Yhm," she mumbled, his dick filling her mouth. "Hpmm-hm."

With his hands tangled in her hair, holding her head in place, Nate's hips began to buck, slowly pushing himself towards orgasm. His shaft grew thicker in her mouth, and Grace had no choice but to go along for the ride. Nate was pushing himself inside her mouth, his cock starting to throb and twitch with each thrust. Her mouth was watering as Nate's big dick filled her mouth.

Despite going slow, the pace was frenzied and chaotic, and his hips were bucking as if he was in pain. Grace was trying her best to keep up, but it was difficult. She knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and he was using her mouth roughly. She was sure that Nolan would be furious at the abuse, but she knew Nolan would have to understand the circumstances. Nate wasn't going to hold back. He was going to cum, and he wasn't going to even consider asking. And part of Grace enjoyed that. It was disrespectful and crude, but in a way it showed a bit of confidence and dominance, something she craved but didn't often get.

The look in their neighbor's eyes was that of pure bliss as he used her mouth for his pleasure. He was enjoying every second, and Grace found it sexy. There was something thrilling about seeing him use her mouth so roughly, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second. He was moving her head up and down his length faster and harder, and she could feel him hitting the back of her throat over and over again. She gagged a couple of times, and that only seemed to spur him on further.

Finally, Nate's whole body tensed, and she heard him groan loudly.

She felt a rush as she tasted his seed erupting onto her tongue, and her eyes were shut tightly as she accepted his offering. It was strong and thick, and there was a lot of it. He tasted salty, and it felt like he was cumming forever. Her mind was flooded with a thousand different sensations and emotions as she sucked him, but she was quickly brought back to reality by the sound of his voice.

"Oh, God, fuck, Grace," he grunted, as she bobbed up and down his shaft.

The feel of his warm cum on her tongue was intoxicating. His cock was throbbing in her mouth as she swallowed his semen, and the taste was sharp and strong. She moaned softly as she licked his dick, drinking it all, and his big load quickly filled her stomach.

Grace was lightheaded and her pussy was practically burning, eager for a turn. She loved the feeling of a warm, pulsating shaft in her mouth, and the way his seed coated her tongue, and slowly made its way down her throat. Grace moaned softly, looking up at him and batting her eyelashes. Nate just looked at her, his eyes full of lust and satisfaction. He groaned as he pushed the last drops out onto her tongue, her mouth and cheeks and chin wet with his sperm.

They both looked at each other, a devious glint in Grace's eyes. A heavy blush spread on her face, not so much due to the nature of what she had done, but more out of her growing arousal. Nolan was right. Something about a blow job just... added so much.

*

The entire next day, Nolan found Nate insufferable. Nate hadn't said anything outright, but he had this smug grin on his face that just made Nolan want to punch him in the face. He wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, but he knew he couldn't. That smugness came with good reason, and he had to admit that. Nate wasn't even gloating about it. He was just so fucking smug and pleased with himself, as if he had something over on Nolan.

Little did Nate know that Nolan knew everything. Nolan cringed, realizing that it didn't really do much to change the slight power struggle between them. Perhaps getting Nate a job at the same place as him had been a bad idea.

Nolan grabbed the coffee pot and poured himself a cup, needing to wake up. Nate had put on a batch, and he always made strong coffee. It was just one of those things that had made Nolan like him so much. The man knew how to make a damn fine cup of coffee. 

He sipped it, trying to look at the bright side of things. So listening to Grace get groped, kissed, and let Nate have his way with her mouth had been... well, it had been erotic, but it had also been somewhat painful. Nolan could still hear Nate grunt and groan as Grace bobbed up and down his shaft. Nolan could feel the anger rise inside of him. But he forced it down, and reminded himself that Grace had done what she had because of him. He had told her to, and she had done it for him. And the sound of her moans as she took Nate's cock into her mouth was intoxicating. He wished he could have seen it, and he wished he could have seen the look in Grace's eyes when she took Nate's load. But he had been satisfied hearing her moan and gasp and grunt as Nate used her mouth for his pleasure. Hearing it was perhaps even more potent than seeing it, knowing what they were doing in that moment.

Nolan's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone approaching. He looked up, and he saw Mirella heading his way.

"You in trouble?" Nate muttered. Mirella should've been out of hearing reach, but she shot him a deadly look.

"Nate, you're off the Tex-Mex contract," Mirella said. "Nolan, Josh's office now."

"What? Why?" Nate asked. "What did I do?"

"Do you want me to repeat myself?" Mirella snapped. Nate shook his head, and he grabbed his things. Nolan grabbed his coffee and followed Mirella to the meeting room.

They sat down at the table, and Mirella gave him an intense stare.

"The blurb: they were not happy with Nate's presentation. They got the humor and the joke of it all, but it was too childish and, frankly, disgusting. Nate will not get any more contracts around here," Mirella said.

"I never said he should have in the first place," Nolan said with a shrug. "But second chances, right? I mean, he has been out on his luck." Nolan faded out, realizing he was defending the guy who had fucked his precious girl's face last night. The woman he adored. He felt a bit of shame over it.

"Nolan? Are you okay?" Mirella asked, waving her hand in front of him.

"Sorry, sorry. I was just... distracted. What were you saying?" Nolan asked.

"You seem distracted a lot lately," Mirella said. She looked at his coffee cup for a brief second. "Josh will give you the contract."

"Oh, no. I can't do it," Nolan said. "I don't have time."

"Yes, you do. You're going to do it, and that's that," Mirella said. She sounded pissed. Nolan gulped. Josh was a very nice guy, laid back, and all that, but that's why he had Mirella. She terrified everyone. "Do you have ideas for a name for their company? Did you look at the suggestions they gave us? They've come up with some names that could work."

"I have. I think I have some good ones," Nolan said. He couldn't help but smile, but he tried to keep his thoughts at bay. It was difficult.

"You're sure you're alright?" Mirella asked.

"Am I in trouble?" Nolan asked. Mirella looked a bit surprised at that.

"No. Why?" she asked. "Did I say something?"

"I don't know," Nolan said. "You sound so angry."

"It's because I'm a bit angry," Mirella said. She sighed. "Not with you. It's just... I'm annoyed."

"Oh. Okay," Nolan said. He didn't want to press her.

"Your work at Calhoun Holdings is very much appreciated. That's why we give you this contract. It's not a punishment," Mirella said, clearly wanting to explain herself.

Nolan chuckled. "I understand. Thank you."

A giant hand suddenly crashed into Nolan's back, almost knocking the wind out of him.

"There we have him! He up to speed?" Josh asked Mirella.

"Yes, I've updated him," Mirella said. Josh sat down next to her, and he gave Nolan a warm smile.

"Okay then, we have a lot of work to do," Josh said. "I want your ideas for a name for them by the end of the day, Nolan. I've seen the ideas they've sent me, but they're pretty horrible. Slogan and an outline by Thursday, then you're off to El Paso on Friday. I'll send you a confirmation email once I get it all set up. I don't expect you back until late Sunday, so don't plan anything, alright?"

Nolan nodded. "Understood."

Mirella smiled. "Great. Good luck."

With that, they left. Nolan was going to have to put in a lot of work. He could not believe that they had actually given him a project like this. It wasn't big yet, but the more they worked on the more there seemed to be. And the investors wanted it perfect, but weren't afraid to spend the resources necessary. This was a huge opportunity in helping to build something new and exciting.

He walked out of the meeting room, and he found himself walking straight into Nate.

"Sorry," Nolan muttered, as they both stopped to avoid the collision.

"Nah, it's cool," Nate said. "What was that about?"

"What do you mean?" Nolan asked.

"I mean, what did Mirella want? Was she mad at me?" Nate asked.

"No. She wasn't mad at you. She was just telling me that the investors wanted another approach," Nolan said, making the landing softer for Nate. "They didn't like yours."

Nate frowned. "They didn't like mine? I thought it was good. I thought it was funny, witty, and clever."

"Yeah, well, it was, and they apparently found you pretty funny, but it wasn't what they were looking for," Nolan explained. He found the list of names he absolutely hadn't looked at before and started reading them, hoping that Nate would take the hint and leave him alone.

"That sucks. I mean, it's just a fucking blurb, right?" Nate said.

"Yeah. But they want it to be..." Nolan trailed off, wanting to work. Nate scoffed.

"Well, just because I'm off that one, doesn't mean I can't help out. Let me know, even if it's rubbing your shoulders or fetching you a sandwich, coffee," Nate said. Nolan could tell Nate was pissed, but he didn't care. He just wanted him to leave him alone.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks," Nolan said.

*

Grace was over the moon when she got the news that Nolan had been given the contract. It had been a bit of a surprise, but it was the kind of thing that was going to take his career to the next level. Nolan was so happy about it, too, and Grace was utterly proud of him. They decided to celebrate by going to the movies and grabbing a nice dinner after. It was a lovely date.

But when they got home, Nolan seemed to have some issues when they got to the real celebration. Grace had started by blowing him, which she knew he loved, with her ass in the air. It felt good to bring him pleasure like that, and it always made her wet to see his big cock between her lips, to feel it rub against her face. But when Nolan finally climbed on top of her and thrust into her pussy, he struggled to maintain his erection.

"Fuck," he growled, and Grace felt his cock soften inside of her. She gasped, and she looked up at him.

"Babe? Is everything okay?" she asked. Nolan didn't reply. He just kept trying to get hard again, and it only served to make him softer and softer.

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "It's just... fuck. It's just not working."

"Is something wrong?" Grace asked.

"No, no," he muttered, his cock getting soft. "It's just..."

"It's just what? Did something happen?" Grace asked. She tried to stay calm, but she couldn't help but wonder if Nolan was having second thoughts about all of this. If he was regretting this. But the man's ego was bruised enough. "It's fine, Nolan. You've worked a lot today, and have a mountain ahead of you. Let's just go to bed, and we'll try again tomorrow."

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. He pulled out of her, and he rolled over onto his back, looking up at the ceiling.

"It's fine," Grace said. "Don't worry about it." She reached for her panties and pulled them back on. She grabbed her bra and put it on. She was about to grab her top when she noticed Nolan was still laying on the bed, naked, with a defeated look on his face. "Nolan? Are you okay?"

Nolan looked at her, and then he sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Want me to massage your back?" Grace asked.

Nolan nodded, and Grace climbed onto his back and started to knead his shoulders. She felt the tension in his body, and she massaged him gently.

"You're so tense," she said. "Relax, Nolan. Relax. This isn't the end of the world."

"I know," he muttered. "I'm just... I'm worried about this new project, and I'm worried that I might not be able to pull it off. I'm worried that I might fuck it up."

Grace continued massaging him, and she could feel the tension in his body slowly release. She moved lower and rubbed his back, and she could feel some of the knots in his muscles disappear.

The next day, Grace woke up to find Nolan already up, dressed, and working on his new project. Grace smiled as she watched him. He looked so focused and determined, and she loved it.

She walked over to him and kissed his head. "Good morning," she whispered.

"Morning," he said. He smiled at her.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Better," he replied.

"Good," she said. "What's the plan for today?"

"Work. Lots and lots of work," he said. "And then I'll start packing for El Paso."

"El Paso? When do you leave?" Grace asked.

"Friday," Nolan replied. "It's a bit sudden, but it's also really exciting."

"I bet," she said. She looked over his shoulder and read what he had been writing. "Is that the outline?"

Nolan nodded. "Yeah. I had Sean look over it. It's promising."

Grace went to her work, which this time of year was making sure plants die from the heat, taking care of shrubs and trees alike, and mowing lawns for both regular folk with huge plots of land, companies with decent exteriors, and the city. It was hard work, but she enjoyed it. She loved being outside, driving her tractors, and whatnot.

When she got home that night, Nolan was still working on his project. Grace showered, ate dinner, and then she curled up on the sofa to watch some TV. She watched Nolan work until it got too late, and then she headed to bed. And like last night, Nolan had issues getting up. They barely even tried.

At work, Grace was starting to think perhaps her sneaking over to Nate's and then going to finish the job was a mistake. If Nolan put on a front or something. It was hard to ask him, as it was a delicate problem. A man's erection is a delicate matter after all. Grace never had a dick, but men took these things so seriously.

"You alright?" Grace heard a rough voice suddenly call to her. She was at the mailboxes and had apparently hovered there for a while.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm fine," she said, shaking her head. Nate smiled at her, and he looked around the lobby.

"Are you sure? You seem a bit out of it," he said.

"I'm fine," Grace said. "Just have a lot on my mind. That's all."

"If you say so," Nate said. "If you want to talk, I'm here."

Grace hesitated, but then she sighed. Nate gestured for them to go for a walk, and Grace nodded.

"Okay," she said.

They moved out into the warm night, the yellow shining on them from above.

"So, what's up?" he asked.

"This is a very delicate issue, and I kinda don't feel like I should tell you, but we sort of have… a deeper relationship nowadays than most and I guess we can consider you a friend, even if you're a dick from time to time," Grace said. Nate didn't look offended. In fact, it looked like he was taking this very seriously. "Well, Nolan isn't able to get it up," Grace said. "And he's been struggling with it ever since he got that big contract. He's stressed out and overworked, but I can't help but feel it's my fault."

"Why would it be your fault?" Nate asked. "You didn't tell him to take the contract, did you?"

"No, of course not," Grace said. "But I might be... the reason why he's so stressed out."

"What? Why? Because of what happened on my balcony?" Nate asked. Grace felt a shiver run down her spine as he spoke. "You told him about that?"

"Some of it. Not all," Grace said, scrambling. She had almost said too much. "But I think so, yeah," Grace admitted. "We've never really discussed how far we would go. And now he's freaking out about it. I'm thinking of just quitting all of it. Especially if it bothers him that much... This was exactly what I feared would happen."

Nate seemed to mull it over a bit. It was odd; he looked like he was just adding some puzzles together in his mind, but when he looked at her again, his face was one of determination and confidence.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "In fact, when was the last time he was able to... perform?"

"That day. When I visited you," Grace replied.

"There you go. It's the stress. It has nothing to do with you," Nate assured her. "Don't worry about it, Grace. He's just overworking himself. It's going to pass."

"Really?" Grace asked. She felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She had been worried that this was something she had done, something she had caused. She hated the idea that she might be the reason for Nolan's struggles. Maybe this was one of those things where you stand in the middle of it and don't see the trees for the forest or whatever.

"Really. In fact," Nate hesitated. "You could... no, it sounds like I'm fishing if I suggest this."

"What is it?" Grace asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"Well, he seemed to enjoy that day. A lot," Nate said. "So maybe a repeat? I mean, not that extreme perhaps, but maybe if you and I did more instead of less? Maybe if we were to... I don't know." Nate suddenly laughed. "I'm sorry. I know it's weird for me to suggest this, but maybe if we were to... go a little bit further, he wouldn't stress so much."

Grace stared at Nate for a long time. She couldn't believe that he was suggesting this. Did he really want to fuck her that badly?

"Hey, I see what you're thinking. No, not that. I just think that this is his kink. Perhaps this is what he needs. And perhaps if you and I were to... I don't know," Nate said, trailing off. He looked at her, and he seemed to be struggling to find the words. "Maybe up the ante a bit. Maybe it's too little for him, once a week. Hey, maybe it's a bit too little for all of us..."

Grace looked away. The suggestion was a crazy one, but it wasn't a bad one.

"I'm not sure," Grace began.

"Hey, I'm just throwing ideas out there. I just hate to see you out of it like this. Especially when I know that you're not the reason for his problems. How could you be? Look at you," Nate said. Grace blushed. She knew he was only saying it to get into her pants. But a part of her thought he might be right. It sounded nuts, but then again, was anything about this normal? "And nothing much has to happen. It'll just be an experiment, and with Nolan fully on board."

"I'll think about it," Grace said. "Thank you for listening. And thank you for the advice. You're right. I need to talk to him."

"Yes, you do. Just don't forget what I've said," Nate said. "It's a good idea."

"We'll see," Grace said. "But thank you. I appreciate it."

"Anytime," Nate said. "Anytime."

Grace pulled him in for a quick hug. Not like a lover, but more like a friend. And he was respectful, keeping his hands to himself.

*

When Nate got home, he immediately found the bottle of Zoloft and threw it all in the toilet, flushing it out. Those stupid fucking pills. He had quit lacing Nolan's coffee for a bit, but when Nolan got Nate's contract, he began up again. And Grace wanted to call it quits? Fuck that.

Hopefully, he had managed to salvage the situation. He had been grasping at straws, really. Grace seemed to have been quite stressed out by her boyfriend's lack of performance. Nate had to force himself not to laugh, but then again, Grace was confident in her relationship enough so that admitting this to Nate didn't seem like a threat to him. At least, that was his read on it.

He also had to reconsider his options in terms of work. Nate truly thought he had something, and the reaction during the meeting had blindsided him. And now Nolan had taken his job. It was humiliating, even if it was just Nate who cared about it.

The Tex-Mex contract had been perfect for him. It looked like a middle to small contract, but the investors were looking for quick turnarounds and were eager to get going, so they were willing to pay good money for it. It would've been a great little earner for him.

And now Nolan had snatched it away from him. What was worse, was that Nolan didn't even seem to care. The man hadn't even shown any signs of gloating, or that he even noticed that Nate was jealous. Or maybe Nolan was just that good of an actor.

Either way, it meant Nate had much less to do. The Oakland project was in a standstill for now, and Nolan was the lead on that one, too. So he sat there, drumming his fingers impatiently against the desk as he waited for something to happen. He had sent some emails, but nobody seemed to have read them yet. So he did what any man does when he's bored: he went to the fridge, grabbed a beer, and watched some TV in the lounge area. He got some odd looks from his co-workers, but they had seen him down there before, so they knew it wasn't out of the ordinary.

Picking up a magazine about cars, Nate flipped through it lazily. He didn't care much about cars, but it was nice to look at the pretty ladies in tight clothes posing next to sports cars. He was still flipping through it when he threw it aside. He looked over at a soap magazine. Maybe it wasn't a soap magazine specifically, but for what Nate cared, it could've been a gardening magazine for all he cared. There were some pictures of pretty actresses posing. He mused that Grace in a bathtub with a bunch of soap would certainly be a nice sight. He smiled at the thought, and he felt his cock stir as he imagined her wet body and those beautiful curves.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Nate looked up, and he saw Mirella standing there.

"Oh, hey," he said. "What's up?"

"Can you come to my office, please?" she asked, her tone serious.

"Sure," Nate said. "Be right there."

He stood up, and he followed her to her office. Mirella gestured for him to sit down. She sat down opposite of him.

"Is there a reason why you've been lacing Nolan's coffee with vodka?" she asked.

Nate froze. He felt his heart drop into his stomach.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about," Nate said.

"Don't play dumb with me, Nate. Why are you doing it?" Mirella asked. Her voice was calm and collected, but there was a fire burning behind those eyes. A fire that was aimed at him.

"I'm not... I don't..." Nate tried to find his words. How did she know? How the fuck did she know? Had someone seen him? Had someone ratted him out? Mirella stared right through him. 

"The vodka bottle in your desk? I never see you drink it. But I did see something else." she asked.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," Nate stammered. He was sweating. His mouth felt dry. His hands were shaking. At least it wasn't the Zoloft.

Mirella leaned forward. "Cut the shit."

Nate couldn't stand it anymore. "I just... wanted to mess with him a bit. He doesn't hold alcohol that well and–"

"I haven't told Josh or Nolan yet. I wanted to hear what you had to say first. Nolan seems to think highly of you for some reason, and I respect that you’re friends, and Josh is not one to fire someone, but I never liked you and this is not acceptable. You're off for two weeks without pay. You'll accept the suspension if you don't want us to hell on earth," Mirella said. Her voice was cold. "Is that clear?"

"Yes," Nate managed to say. "I understand."

"Good. Now get out of my sight," Mirella said, dismissing him with a wave. "We'll be keeping an eye on you."

Nate stood up and left. His legs felt weak, but he didn't want to show weakness. He tried to walk calmly, but his heart was pounding in his chest. He felt like he was going to throw up.

He grabbed his stuff and left the office. He didn't care where he was going. He just wanted to get away from there. He didn't know what he was going to do next. This could be a huge setback. Part of getting this job was to get back on his feet, but mostly so that Grace saw that he was more than just the loser next door who groped women that he was when they first met. That was a long time ago, and she had seen him grow since. He knew he was doing wrong by drugging Nolan, but he thought it wouldn't really hurt the guy, he just wanted to knock him down a peg. The vodka didn't really do anything yet either. It was such a small dose that Nate wasn't sure if it would even affect Nolan much.

But he knew it was for the better. Sure, it could've worked to his advantage, but it was cheap, and it was way too risky. 

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now it seemed stupid.

He found himself in the park, staring at the grass. It was a nice day, but he didn't feel like enjoying it. He sat down on the grass, looking at the sky. It was blue and cloudless. The sun was shining, and he knew that somewhere, some sexy lady was sunbathing in her bikini. That Grace, most likely, worked in a sweaty white t-shirt and some short denim shorts that showed off her amazing legs and tight ass.

His mind wandered. He imagined Grace, laying down on the grass in her bikini. He could see her smooth skin glistening in the sunlight, and he could see her perfect body stretched out on the grass. He imagined her rolling over onto her stomach and pulling the straps down, exposing her beautiful, perky breasts. 

Nate chuckled, thinking he could check in on her. Grace had been upset yesterday so Nate could score some easy points. Hell, he could use them after being suspended. He could be her rock to lean on. He pulled out his phone and looked up her number.

"Hey, Nate," Grace said. She sounded tired.

"Hi, Grace. I... I wanted to check on you. See if you were okay," Nate said.

"Oh, that's sweet of you. I'm alright," she said. Nate could hear her tractor in the background, probably mowing and mowing along.

"Just wanted to make sure. I can't imagine how hard it must be," Nate said. "Nolan is... well, right?"

"I haven't done what you suggested yet," Grace admitted.

"You should. It's a good idea," Nate said. "And Nolan is a lucky guy."

Grace laughed softly. "Thanks. That's nice of you to say."

"Well, it's true," Nate said. "Hey, I'm actually not home now. You could just swipe by my apartment and take some naughty pictures for later, see what happens."

"Thanks for the offer," Grace chuckled. "That's not really upping the ante, though."

"Is that an invitation?" Nate teased, getting another chuckle from Grace.

"I don't know. I feel like I've been pushing the limits quite a bit lately," Grace rebutted. "I don't know how much more I can handle before... something breaks."

"Well, I don't want to pressure you into anything," Nate said. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"I appreciate that, Nate," Grace said. "I'll think about it. Thanks."

"No problem," Nate said. He hesitated. "Hey, erh, I got suspended today. So if you want to talk, I'll be around."

"Suspended? What? Why?" Grace asked. "What happened?"

"It doesn't matter," Nate said. He hesitated again. It wasn't a moment of sincerity on his end, but he knew Grace liked it when he was honest with her. "I did something stupid. The Tex-Mex thing didn't work out." A half-truth.

"I'm so sorry, Nate," she said. "Do you need to talk?"

"Not really, no," Nate said. "But thanks. That's nice of you to offer."

"No problem. If you change your mind, just let me know," Grace said. "And hey, maybe I'll come over later. Nothing untoward, of course."

"Maybe we can take those pictures after all," Nate chuckled, making Grace laugh.

"We'll see," she said. "... but yeah, I might come over later. Just to talk."

Nate smiled. His little moment of 'sincerity' had won through.

"Erh, just don't tell Nolan. You know it is, my fragile ego," Nate chuckled.

"I promise. I won't tell him," Grace said. "I have to go now, but thanks for the call."

"Anytime," Nate said. He hung up.

He sighed as he leaned back against the tree. Sympathy. He had never really understood the emotion, and while he hoped to weaponize it, Grace felt sorry for him in a caring way... Nate shook his head.

*

Grace put down the phone. She felt bad for Nate. He seemed like he was struggling, and he didn't have many friends. She couldn't believe he had gotten suspended. She would have to check in on him later. He hadn't done much to deserve it. Over a bad pitch? It seemed unfair, but what did she know about that business anyway?

But for now, she had to finish up. She had taken care of most of the lawns in the area, but there were still a few to be done, and she was already late. It was going to be a long day, but then again, it always was.

She got back to work, and she found herself lost in her thoughts. She tried not to think about Nolan or his issues, but she found herself worrying about them nonetheless. Erectile problems at his age were almost always a mental thing, and with the dangerous games they had played, with the small escalations, perhaps it had been too much. Or was it truly his job? And was Nate correct in his assessment that Grace needed to tease and push for more? It was a logic that she struggled with, but there was no denying that she had enjoyed it. There was no denying that she craved more. She just didn't want to hurt Nolan, or to put him in a difficult position. He might end up resenting her for it, and that was the last thing she wanted.

Grace got back home in the evening and took a shower. She was exhausted, but she had promised Nate she would check in on him. She dressed in her regular jeans, black tank top, and sneakers. She put on some make-up to make herself look presentable, and then she headed over to his place. She rang the doorbell and waited. After a few seconds, Nate opened. He was wearing a tank top and shorts, a bit disheveled, but that was to be expected with the day he had had.

"Hey," Nate said. "Thanks for stopping by."

"No problem," Grace said. 

Nate chuckled. "We've got matching tank tops!" he said.

Grace looked down. Sure, they were both black, but the similarities ended there. She snorted. "Wanna swap?" she teased, knowing the answer.

"Nobody wants to see me wearing your tank top," Nate said. Grace laughed.

"Well, if you're happy with yours," Grace said. "But if you change your mind, let me know."

"I'll keep that in mind," Nate said. He let her inside.

Grace entered the apartment, and she could feel a sense of familiarity wash over her. She had spent many hours here. Partially in some teasing manner with Nate. This felt more like a social visit, though. Grace felt a bit unsure about it. She wasn't sure why she was here. She had just wanted to check in on him and see how he was doing. She was worried about him, and she felt bad for him.

But she also knew that he was dangerous company.

"You want a drink? I think I have some beer left," Nate said.

"No, thank you," Grace said.

"I'm telling you, when you downed my bourbon... pretty hot. In a baddie kinda way," Nate chuckled. Grace laughed softly.

"No, thanks," she said again.

Nate shrugged. "Suit yourself. So, erh, what's up? You're not here because of..." he trailed off.

"No, I just wanted to check up on you. See how you're doing. That's all," Grace said.

"Well, I'm fine," Nate said. "Suspended. But I'll be back in two weeks."

"You going to do something else in the meantime?" Grace asked.

Nate shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't thought about it yet. Maybe I'll just relax a bit. I've been working a lot. And I've got my date with you next week. In reality, until your BF got me that job, I was right where I am now. So I can just relax for a while," he said.

"That's good. You need to relax," Grace said.

"I do," Nate agreed. "And I'm glad you stopped by. It's nice to have a friend around."

Grace smiled. "Thanks," she said, leaning in a bit. "Friends with benefits!" she added, getting a laugh out of them both. She looked around the apartment. "You mind if I look at your bookshelves for a bit? I want to see if there's anything new since last time."

"Of course," Nate said. "You can stay as long as you want."

Grace walked over to the bookcase. She ran her fingers over the spines of the books and read the titles. She smiled at the sight of so many familiar books. Nate had an impressive collection. She would never have thought. He was so brash. But then again, she recollected how he talked about her mother, and she knew there was a softer side to this big, out-of-shape, slob-seeming guy. Perhaps she really had to change how she thought of him. Grace had already changed so much of her opinion about him, but some of that old prejudice lingered.

"So, erh, have you decided to..." Nate trailed off. Grace knew what he meant.

"No," she said. "Not yet."

"Why not?" Nate asked. Grace turned around. Nate was standing there, looking at her. He looked curious.

"I don't know," Grace admitted. "I just don't know."

Nate shrugged.

"Don't push me. If I want to take pictures, I'll take them," Grace said. She tried to sound firm, but it didn't come out as such.

"I'm not pushing. I'm just... I just want you to enjoy yourself. You deserve it," Nate said.

"You don't even like Nolan," Grace pointed out.

"No, I don't, but that doesn't mean I can't think you deserve to enjoy yourself," Nate replied. "And I think your man is into it. I think he'd love it."

Grace turned around, and she continued looking at the bookshelf. She didn't want to talk about this anymore.

"I actually have an idea that would help me out a lot, and it does involve pictures," Nate said after a bit of silence.

"Oh?" Grace said, feeling like she had to respond.

"Yeah. I looked through this catalogue with soaps and whatnot, and I saw this bathtub with a bunch of bubbles, and I looked at a car magazine with all these sexy women hovering around sports cars, not as perfect as you, of course, and I sort of had an idea for how I might make my comeback..." Nate said, trailing off. Grace could tell he was gauging her reaction. "But it would require your help."

"What?" Grace asked. She wasn't sure if she wanted to hear the answer.

"I want to do a photoshoot of you," Nate said. Grace turned around, and she stared at him.

"A photoshoot?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nate nodded. "I don't really know a lot of sexy women. It won't be this week, not even the next probably, so you don't have to make a decision. Surely you've been asked to model before?" Nate asked.

"Erh, yeah," Grace admitted. "Not lately, though."

"Well, it's just a thought. Just an idea, and I thought I'd run it by you," Nate said, turning to the fridge. He opened it and grabbed a beer. He took a sip from it. "Just think about it. No rush."

Grace was thinking. Modeling wasn't really something she wanted to do, but if it would help Nate…

"I'll think about it," she said.

"Thanks," Nate said. "That's all I ask."

Grace turned to the bookcase again, and she continued browsing. She could feel Nate's gaze on her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She tried to ignore it and focus on the books instead. But she knew what he was thinking.

After a while, she felt like enough time had passed. It wasn't impolite to leave this soon, was it? "Well, thanks for having me," Grace said, turning around. Nate had put the empty beer bottle away. "And I'll see what I can do for your photoshoot idea. Maybe Josh will like it, it seems like something up his alley."

"Great," Nate said. They locked eyes. He approached her. "And thank you. It means a lot. Sorry if I was out of line earlier."

"That's okay, no problem," Grace said. He looked serious all of a sudden. His eyes were darker. Grace knew this look, she had seen it in them before. She suddenly realized that she hadn't been entirely honest with herself or her boyfriend. "But I should really get going," she said, but her voice failed her.

It was odd to have two opposing ideas in her head at the same time, the ones she had entertained about Nate, about his nature as a person. And the fact that she knew she was attracted to him, she just hadn't admitted it to anyone else. But most of all to herself. She had known it was there, just hiding. And there was only so long one could lie to themselves. Grace had realized long ago that her mind and her emotions were out of sync. Her body wanted one thing, her heart and mind another, and it caused a mess of confusion inside of her. It made her feel uncertain, lost almost.

She stood in the center of her apartment with her phone in her hand. Nolan would be on his way home by now.

"I should get going," Grace said.

"Okay," Nate said. He looked at her. Grace looked back at him. They stared at each other for a long moment.

"I..." Grace trailed off. Her eyes moved down to his lips. She felt a strong urge to kiss them, to feel them on hers. She didn't know why. "I have to go," she said again.

"Alright," Nate said.

Grace hesitated. She couldn't deny how she felt, but she knew she had to fight it. She had to.

"Thanks for coming over," Nate said. Grace smiled.

"No problem," she replied. "Anytime."

"Hey, and if you're bored when Nolan's in El Paso... just hit me up. We'll watch some movies or something. Whatever you want," Nate said.

Grace chuckled. "Nice try. We'll see. Focus on your idea, mister."

*

When Grace got home, she couldn't help but reflect on how weird this all had become. It wasn't the first time Nate had pushed her buttons in a unpredicted way, but even worse, her body had responded to him. She had felt outright desire, and it scared her. How could she have been attracted to that fat, leery neighbor? Over twice her senior, older than her dad, for Christ's sake. Nate was supposed to be gross. But he had some other qualities as well. Softness, thoughtfulness. And smart, and funny. But also, really crude. Not only in his words, but also in his behavior, too.

That look was one of them. It was undeniable that she could feel his hunger as she entered the room, his lechery burning in his eyes as they burned over her curves. Grace couldn't stand him licking his lips whenever he saw her, looking at her with obvious sexual desire. But it was also something that added a certain thrill for her as well. He was honest and direct. It felt less fake. She wasn't really sure why, but perhaps she needed someone like him. Someone like that. Nate never pretended to be a knight in shining armor. And while he had crossed the line plenty of times, it was with honesty. There was something perversely hot about his behavior and his blatant desires for her. 

Was she really making excuses for his behavior? Grace shook her head.

Nate had a certain brutish attractiveness, despite how obese he was. He was taller than Nolan, and despite him being soft, his muscles still existed. Grace didn't care about weight; she had never judged someone for how they looked, only if they were an asshole. If someone was polite and kind, they could be fat for all she cared. But... he was an asshole. Or at least he had been. Nate seemed to have softened up for Grace, and he hadn't been such an asshole lately. It was puzzling to her. Had he truly changed? For her? Because of her? 

She knew she shouldn't give in to the temptation and perhaps trust in Nate, but it was difficult. Nate had this forceful aura, the kind of man who was used to always getting his way. The kind of man who wanted things, and got things. The kind of man Grace would not necessarily be interested in... but there was no denying it anymore, she was attracted to Nate.

But despite his increasing gentleness, Nate was still Nate. And she had to be careful. This shouldn't escalate to something it wasn't meant to be. 'Friends with benefits,' Grace mused.

When Nolan got home, it was an emotional reunion. Grace could see immediately that he had been making way with his work. It looked like he had taken the last few days very seriously. He looked determined and confident. Grace even felt it in his hug. While it was stressful, Nolan was pretty good at what he was doing. That was why Josh had given the contract back to him when Nate messed up. But it was a weird back and forth for Grace. She was proud of Nolan, but also felt sorry for Nate, and it all involved the same client. For the most part, she was glad on Nolan's behalf; he was her boyfriend after all.

"I've got so much done already," Nolan said, beaming with pride.

"I know you did, stud," Grace teased, shoving at his chest, biting her lip. "You're working so hard."

"I am," Nolan admitted, "but it'll be worth it in the end."

"That's good," Grace said. "You need to relax, though."

Nolan smiled. "I'm fine, Grace," he said.

"No, you're not," Grace said, putting her hands on her hips. "You need to relax. You're stressed out and overworked."

"I'm fine," Nolan repeated. "Don't worry about me." He was worried he wouldn't be able to perform. The worst paradox: stressing over an erection you can't get, then you add more stress that causes even more issues, and it goes on and on and on.

"Sit," Grace commanded, pointing to the couch. Nolan shut up immediately, suddenly at attention. "That's right," Grace said, feeling her confidence rise. She liked being in control like this. "Now strip down for me, stud. I want to see your body."

Nolan stripped down, and Grace made a point of licking her lips as he did. Nate was perhaps right on some account. Nolan needed things in certain ways. One of those ways was an assertive Grace. So, Nolan was meat.

"Lay down," Grace ordered. "And spread your legs."

Nolan lay down on the couch, and he spread his legs for Grace. She got down on her knees, and she grabbed his cock. It was soft, but Grace stroked him slowly, trying to coax some life into it. It didn't respond much. Grace began massaging Nolan's cock and balls, trying to make him feel good.

"Relax," Grace said. "Let me make you feel good. Even if you don't get hard. I want it to feel good."

"Okay," Nolan replied. He closed his eyes, and he tried to relax. 

As Grace took him in her mouth, she felt him twitch a bit, but not much. Yet. Grace was stubborn if anything, and she kept at it. It took longer than usual, but blood was definitely beginning to fill his cock.

"See," she cooed as he had gotten slightly hard. "You're feeling better now, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Nolan gasped. "Yeah."

"Good boy," Grace cooed again. He twitched again. "So... would it help if I talked about Nate?"

Nolan looked at her, startled, but she didn't let up stroking him. He didn't soften again either.

"Erh, I guess," he replied.

"Or do you want me to... do this to him instead?" Grace asked, her voice low and sultry. Nolan groaned. Grace knew what he was thinking. It was so easy to read him. His cock swelled, and it stood at half-mast. "Oh, I think you do, don't you?"

"Yeah," Nolan breathed. "Yeah."

"I bet you want me to do this to him," Grace whispered, leaning in to give him long, wet licks along his shaft. "Maybe once a week isn't enough. You want to send me over there more often. Don't you?"

Nolan's cock swelled further as Grace took him into her mouth. She could taste the pre-cum on her tongue as she sucked him. "Mmm, that's so fucking hot," Grace mumbled as she bobbed her head up and down.

"Fuck," Nolan hissed. He was fully erect, and the veins on the side of his cock were bulging out. Grace kept sucking, and she could feel his cock throb in her mouth. Nothing had ever made her prouder. It was so hot. Grace moaned around his cock, and she kept going.

"Grace," Nolan groaned. "You're amazing."

"Thanks," she said, her voice soft and muffled. "Now let me take care of you."

Nolan nodded, and he leaned back on the couch. Grace took him back into her mouth. She could feel him throbbing, and his cock was pulsating. She could feel her own arousal, but for once... it was all about him. Nolan's sentiment about blow jobs was truly true. It was an appreciation of the man. It was a thrill for the woman, of course, but taking a man's meat in your mouth, a woman is making herself subservient to her man, a man she appreciates, a man that she wants to make feel good. She loved the idea of making Nolan feel good.

"I'm close," he groaned. "Oh God, I'm close."

Grace pushed all the way down and she could feel him slide into her throat. Grace could feel his cock throb as it pulsed in her mouth. It was hot, and it was so sexy. Nolan grunted, and he came into her mouth. Grace swallowed every last drop, and she kept sucking him until she was sure he was done. She pulled off, and she looked at him.

"Did you like that?" she asked. Nolan nodded, his face flush.

"Yeah," he gasped. "Fuck yeah. I loved it."

"Good," Grace said. She could feel her own arousal, but she ignored it. She was happy that she had helped him feel better. "You're all relaxed and happy now, right?"

"Yeah," Nolan said. "I am." He looked so happy and undone. Grace slapped his knee playfully before getting up.

"Well, good," she said, smiling. "I'm glad." She kissed his cheek before she stood up. "I'll make us some dinner."

"Alright," Nolan said.

Grace made dinner, and they ate together. Nolan was quiet, but he was in a good mood, and he was clearly relaxed. They talked about the contract, and they talked about what they would do when Nolan got back. Josh had apparently waved a big carrot in front of Nolan, and Nolan wanted to spoil Grace. Grace wasn't vain like that; she knew Nolan would give everything he had to please her, but that prospect did sound incredible.

*

That evening, before Nolan was due to leave for El Paso, they talked a bit more. Grace had been thinking about Nate's proposal, and she had been wondering if she should tell Nolan. She didn't know how he would react, but she thought she should at least mention it. If Nate was right, Nolan would be excited. She was nervous about it, though. She didn't want to hurt his ego. But he had responded well the other day when she had been assertive and also teased Nolan about Nate a little bit.

"So," Grace began, entering the bedroom as Nolan was reading over a few documents in bed, wearing her nice red nightdress that barely reached down a few inches of her thighs. Silk. Simply, but so sexy.

"That's new?" Nolan asked.

"It's actually your boss's design," Grace said. Nolan raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Anyway, I was thinking about our agreement... with Nate. I was thinking that maybe we could take it a bit further," Grace suggested.

"Oh? How so?" Nolan asked. He was curious. Grace had been thinking about this for a few days now. She wasn't sure if she should say anything, but she decided to go for it.

"Well," Grace started, taking a swaying step toward him. Nolan put his documents aside as he watched her. "What if I were to tease you a bit more with him? I mean, to spice up the next week, I mean. I know you partly liked me going behind your back, but also hated it, but..." Grace said, trailing off as she sat down on the bed. Nolan's gaze was intense.

"Go on," Nolan said. "What exactly are you thinking?"

Grace smiled. "Tell me first, do you want us to continue this hotwife scenario? I mean, you've had some issues–"

"I don't think it's related to that. Sometimes I drink too much coffee, and stress from work," Nolan said urgently. The urgency was Grace's key that he was telling the truth. She smiled, leaning in.

"Oh, I see," she whispered. "So, it wasn't really me... doing things with him that made you unable to perform, was it?" she teased. She knew the answer. She just wanted to hear it.

"No, not at all. I love it when you're a bad girl," Nolan said. Grace walked on her knees up the bed and sat in his lap, facing him, her legs on either side of his. Nolan stared up at her in awe. She leaned in to kiss his neck, gently nibbling on his skin.

"So, you want me to be a bad girl for you?" she asked, her voice low and seductive. She felt so sexy, so powerful, and she was turned on as well. It was an exciting feeling, and it was a feeling that she wanted to explore. "I may have fucked up last weekend, but I have a way to make it fun..."

"Yeah?" Nolan grunted, his hands finding her ass. Oh, how he worshipped her butt. "And how is that?"

"Well, if you're okay with it," she whispered, "I was thinking I wouldn't tell you anything for the entirety of next week. Not even about the date until after it has happened. You'll get a solid hint for being such a stud, but not until it's happening." Nolan's fingers gripped her ass tightly. "You'll have to trust me to tell you the truth. And if I get a little naughty on the way... I can't say. I might not be able to resist him." Nolan groaned, but not in displeasure. "Who knows how often I will be over at his?"

"Don't fuck him," Nolan grunted. "You're mine."

"Of course," Grace cooed, "I'm only yours to fuck. But what can I say, he's very convincing... I might let him get a bit closer than you'd want him to." Nolan's hands squeezed her ass again. "Oh, I just love your big hands on my ass," Grace moaned, feeling his fingers dig into her flesh.

"I love your ass," Nolan said, his voice low and growly. "That is such a naughty idea. Holy fuck."

"And I promise, after that week, I will tell you absolutely everything. I won't hold back, neither the good nor the... bad," Grace said, grinning widely.

"First, you sneak behind my back while I sleep, then a whole week? The most important week?" Nolan asked, making Grace's heart jump. Was this a mistake? "Holy fuck. You're a bad girl." Grace relaxed. "I fucking love it. Do it. Please. Fuck, this is crazy."

"Oh yeah? I can't wait," she said. "And I'll tell you one thing right now: it's already begun. I'll tell you what it is when I think it's time."

"What?" Nolan asked, his voice a little higher than usual. "What do you mean?"

Grace shrugged. Nolan's hand squeezed her ass.

"What?" Nolan gasped. "What do you mean? Will he touch you more?"

Grace shrugged again.

"You'll find out," she teased. "So we're back to normal?"

Nolan rolled her over on her back and entered her. The sheer desperation in his lovemaking that evening made Grace believe that he had indeed not had any issues with the hotwifing. That he was just a bit tired and stressed out. It made her feel a lot better. The fact that he had agreed to her naughty plan made her feel even better. She would have some fun with Nate. She would play along with his little game, and she would see where it went. She would tell Nolan afterward. She was so excited to be a bit naughty with Nate and have some fun with it.

Grace would also have to make sure that she was a good tease. She had to make sure that she kept Nolan on his toes. She had to make sure that she didn't push it too far, but she knew that she could get away with a lot. The freedom was undeniable, but also the responsibility. Grace knew she had to be careful.

As they lay in bed together afterward, with Nolan's arm around her, Grace felt good about herself. She felt good about what they had done, and she felt good about the fact that they had been honest with each other. They were a great team, and they were in this together, no matter what. And Grace would make sure that she would always be there for him.

*

Hitching a ride to the airport with Josh, Nolan couldn't help but think about Grace and how far she had come with the hotwifing, or cuckolding. She had scolded him in the beginning, but Nolan was happy she had become more comfortable with it, and with Nate. While he had some hiccups himself, the excitement overcame every obstacle. Even though it had only been one date and some weeks of teasing, he felt like he was in some kind of honeymoon phase with Grace. A whole week without knowing anything? How would he be able to even withstand that?

He was so anxious to see where Grace would take this. Part of him wanted her so badly to just give in, for Grace to just lose her mind and surrender to Nate and his huge cock. That would be a huge betrayal, but he wanted her to be happy, and he wanted her to have fun. But it was scary.

He felt a little guilty, though, that he had to work so much, and that he had to spend time away from Grace. Especially now. Perhaps his erectile problems had made them take a step back, but Nate's forward pressure had been enough to steer them back on course. He knew that behind Grace's suggestion there were hints of Nate's influence. His neighbor was a persistent bastard, but Nolan was glad that he had been around.

He was, though, looking forward to getting this project out of the way. The presentation would be the most important part, and he was confident that he would be able to pull it off. If only he could keep his focus on the job, and not think about Grace and Nate. The last few days at home had been great. He had been relaxed, and he had been able to focus on his work. He had even been able to sleep well, which was rare for him. But that was due to Grace. Holy hell, had she worked hard for him. While he could get hard again, it still required a bit of work and teasing, and he felt guilty that Grace had to put in all the effort.

But he knew he would be able to make it up to her. He just had to get through this weekend. And when he got back, they could pick up where they left off. Josh had given them access to a luxurious penthouse apartment in Chicago, with a bubble bath and small pool, along with some recommendations for massages. Nolan wasn't a huge enthusiast for that, but he'd go to a couple's spa if it meant something to Grace. They also had the best nail studio in Chicago at the spa. It was perfect. Josh had been very generous, and Nolan was very grateful. The man was a legend.

It was also a nice way to pull Grace away from Nate for a bit. As much as Nolan liked her hooking up with Nate, he liked her to himself as well.

"You alright, champ?" Josh asked.

Nolan nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about the weekend."

"You've been doing well, Nolan," Josh said. "Gimme some of those names."

"Well, I got a few," Nolan replied. He pulled out his phone and scrolled down to a list of names. "I've been working on these. The ones I think stick out are 'Nuevo Camino', 'Masa & Co', and 'Red Mesa'. All are Spanish-themed, and I made, like, small menus that fit each brand. I have more too. As for slogans–"

And so the conversation went. Nolan was glad to see that Josh was enthusiastic and supportive of the work that Nolan had put in. Nolan felt a sense of pride in the fact that he had been able to do so much work, and that he had been able to impress his boss.

*

With Nolan gone, Grace decided to hang around her work for a good while longer than she used to. She had neglected the industrial lot a bit too much lately, and it was really coming into its own. She had a lot of ideas for how to improve it and make it even better. She was also looking forward to the challenge of expanding it and maintaining the symmetry she was going for. Grace had always been good at multitasking, and she loved a challenge. She loved to see her work come to fruition.

When Josh had stopped by to pick up Nolan, he had also made a small mention of perhaps having an extra set of hands for her if she was interested. While Grace was still apprehensive about hiring folk, it seemed like it was a part-time deal, she owed Josh, she figured, and he had basically made it so she could skip the entire hiring process and just get a new person. So that was great. If it happened. She would see if it was a good fit.

She also needed to figure out what to get for dinner. It wasn't often she was on her own, and she didn't know if she wanted to cook for herself or order something. It was tempting to just order a pizza or a sandwich, but she didn't want to eat junk food all day long.

She decided to go shopping and get something that would be quick and easy to cook. She could always freeze the leftovers if she didn't feel like eating them. Or she could share them with Nate. She shook her head. No. No Nate. At least not today.

Maybe she could invite Dora over? Or out for drinks? That is, if Dora were better. Grace had barely heard from her best friend since... she couldn't even remember. Maybe she could stop by next week or something and check on her.

After shopping for the stuff she needed to make some healthy salads over the weekend, and with a small plan of ordering pizza so she could pig out for once, Grace went to spend several hours digging a ditch, up by the industrial lot, to drain off the water that was starting to accumulate in the lowest parts of the area. It was a pain in the ass. They wanted ponds, but surely not these types of ponds. Ducks and carp, not dirt and mud. Grace had a lot of ideas and plans, and she was determined to see them through.

'Made it to El Paso!' Nolan wrote her. That's when she realized how late it was. Almost 9 PM. She had been at work for over 12 hours. With no one at home, Grace didn't feel like returning. Instead, she went for a long drive in her pickup truck.

Grace had always enjoyed driving. It wasn't even about clearing her head or anything; it was just the calming sounds of the tires rolling along, the lulling sound of the engine, and the feeling of the car's movement. She loved it. And she needed it. After the long, hard days of work, she needed the soothing, calming motion of her pickup to take the edge off.

When she got home, she noticed that Nate's Golf was mysteriously absent. Grace found her wondering what he had been up to since his suspension. It had been a few days, and she hadn't heard from him. Once upon a time, she was happy to be relieved of his constant advances, but she found herself wondering how he was doing, and whether or not he was okay. Grace didn't know what it was, but she missed his presence. Perhaps not entirely him, but the feeling of being desired and wanted was nice. 

Grace went to bed and tossed around a bit, feeling the emptiness of her partner. She didn't know why she was feeling so lonely. She wasn't the type of girl who needed someone around her all the time. She liked her alone time. But she missed Nolan, no doubt about it. Perhaps she was bored. Or just needed his warm, kind presence. She sighed and rolled over. She was tired, but she couldn't seem to fall asleep.

She texted him a 'good night,' which was a bit redundant, as it was 1 AM in El Paso. She sighed, rolled over, and decided to try and sleep. She didn't know how long she lay there, staring at the ceiling. In the end, she relented.

'Saw your car was missing. out banging sluts again?' Grace sent to Nate, hoping it would come across as playful... and certainly not needy, or worse, desperate. Grace's hand lingered on the screen for a bit.

Nate didn't reply right away, so Grace rolled over on her back again and stared at the ceiling. She blinked once, twice, and then three times. Suddenly, it was light outside. It was 9 AM. Had she fallen asleep without realizing? Grace rubbed her eyes and checked her phone.

'lol, wish i were. nah, I was just at the pub getting a beer or four, but now I'm heading home. You miss me already? haha.' Nate had texted back. Grace sighed. 'Nolan made it safely to Texas?' he had continued. Grace felt her cheeks heat up slightly. Grace smiled at the concern in the message. He really did have a soft side to him. It was hard to believe that he was the same guy who was so crude and rude and pushy. But then again, maybe that's why she was so drawn to him.

'He did,' Grace responded, still smiling slightly, even if Nate was busy sleeping in.

Grace took a long, hot shower. It felt good to wash away the sweat and grime from the day before. When she got out, she dried off and wrapped herself in a towel. Her hair was damp and tangled. She brushed it out and tied it back in a loose ponytail and headed out on the balcony to drink her morning coffee, as she did every day. She had a view over the nearby patch of forest. As a girl with a major in horticulture, it was a prime view. Nolan had been adamant about wanting to move to a bigger city, to be where the buzz was, but had relented to her small-town America needs. Grace loved nature, and a forest was her paradise. She loved to walk around in it, to breathe in its fresh air, and to hear the birds chirp. Grace had always felt at home in nature. She had always felt that she belonged there.

After her morning routine, Grace made breakfast. A simple bowl of cereal, with a glass of orange juice on the side. Grace ate alone, and then went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She put on some light make-up and decided to be a bit naughty again, to spice up her Saturday morning, and wear her lingerie under her simple white t-shirt and brown overalls. With a small giggle, she checked herself in the mirror. Nobody would ever know, but she did, and that was the important part. It was her small rebellion, her secret, her way of being herself.

As she went outside to the car, Grace noticed Nate's car was back in its spot, and she smiled, thinking he was probably up in his room nursing a hangover.

She had a small urge to stop by and check on him, but she knew she had to get to work. Grace had a lot of things to do today, and she didn't have time for distractions, no matter how much she enjoyed them. Draining pipes don't lay themselves, after all.

*

Even this late in the summer, it was a warm day, and Grace had to work hard. She was sweating profusely, and she had to take frequent breaks to drink water. By the time lunchtime came around, Grace figured that was enough for a Saturday. The ditch was done, and it was time to start working on the actual garden. A bit too ambitious to be finished by winter, as she would need to wait for the frost, but the plans were in motion.

When Grace got home, she took a shower again, and decided to head out on the balcony again. It was a warm day, and she enjoyed the feeling of the sun on her skin. She changed into her red bikini and walked out to her balcony, where she sat down on a lounge chair and closed her eyes. She enjoyed the warm sun and the gentle breeze. Grace was lost in thought when she heard her phone vibrate. She checked her phone. It was a text from Nate.

'What are you doing?'

Grace grinned. 'Just relaxing in the sun,' she replied.

'Nice,' Nate texted. Grace smiled and put her phone down. She closed her eyes and relaxed.

'So you're in a bikini, huh?' Nate asked. Grace smiled. He was always so predictable, and she had seen that text coming a mile away. Still... he was persistent. And she liked it.

'Yep, and I'm not wearing anything underneath,' she joked, adding a winky face at the end.

'What would one wear under a bikini?' Nate replied. Grace chuckled and put her phone away. She relaxed and enjoyed the sun and the warm breeze.

'Send me a pic,' Nate wrote.

Grace sighed. He was never going to give up.

'bored, are we?' she asked.

'Im suspended. of course im bored. arent you? W/ Nolan in El Fucko,' Nate replied. Grace sighed. 

'I'm not that bored,' she lied. She was, in fact, quite bored. 'But I'm not sending you any pics, nope.'

'Well, you don't have to. I'm looking at your balcony. You look good in red.'

Grace looked over at the matted wall that separated their balconies and saw Nate's silhouette on the other side. Grace shook her head.

"Why are you texting me then?" Grace called.

Nate moved over to where the wall arched down into a half wall. "I wanted you to see you in your natural habitat."

Grace laughed. "Well, you've seen me. Now leave me alone."

"Can I see you up close?" Nate asked, moving to the end of his balcony.

"Absolutely not," Grace said, leaning back in her chair, enjoying the sun. "You're suspended. You need to relax. On your own, you've had your show this week... and plenty at that."

"Come on," Nate cooed, "we're friends, aren't we? I have a bottle of decent red wine here. You don't want me to drink that all by myself, do you?"

"Nice try," Grace said, shaking her head, feeling his eyes on her body, "but no cigar. If you're bored, you can call Josh and tell him you're sorry and that you'll be a good little boy."

Nate grunted. "He's not the boss of me. I'll be back to work before he knows it."

"I'm sure you will," Grace said dismissively. "Now go away."

"You're a tease, you know that?" Nate called back.

"I'm aware," Grace replied.

"Then I'll leave you alone. For now," Nate said. Grace smiled. He was persistent. She had to give him that. "Let me know if you want to be bored together."

She should've ended the conversation there. "I'm not bored," Grace retorted, still enjoying the sun on her skin.

"Sure you're not," Nate replied.

"Oh, shut up," Grace said. She was having fun talking to him. It was a fun little game. "Go away."

"Alright, alright," Nate said. "But let me know if you change your mind."

Grace sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying the sun, and the breeze. She was bored. She was. She was enjoying this game.

After a few minutes, Grace realized that Nate hadn't left. He was still on the balcony, sitting in his chair and smoking his cigarette. Grace turned her head and looked at the balcony wall. She barely saw his silhouette, but it was obvious that he was there. Sitting in that chair where he had ogled her on his own balcony quite a few times now, when she was over to sunbathe. She could see the cigarette smoke rising, smell the nicotine in the air. It was a strange thing to think about, considering that Grace didn't like smoking.

Grace sighed. She was bored. She was. Maybe it was time to take the teasing a bit further. She stood up and walked over to the edge of the balcony. She leaned against the railing and rested her arms on the wall.

"So..." Grace called over to him, her voice low and seductive. Nate turned to her. "What are you doing tonight?"

"You, if I'm lucky!" Nate said, barking out a laugh. Grace rolled her eyes. "But I'm free. I'm suspended, remember?"

"Hey, if you want a chance at hanging out tonight, you better behave," Grace said. "No, wait, I didn't mean that as encouragement for you to think I would–"

"Okay, okay, fine. I'll behave. So... what do you have in mind?" Nate asked. "Wanna get some dinner or something?"

Grace raised an eyebrow. "What did I just say? I wasn't hinting at us hanging out. You just assumed that." She crossed her arms. Nate was being insufferable, totally undeterred and unconvinced by her shutting him down. Grace did continue talking to him, though, which annoyed her immensely.

Nate shrugged and took a sip of his beer, not replying. He just smirked, as if so sure of himself that he was certain she would give in. Grace shook her head. He was such an ass. But she couldn't deny that she was attracted to that side of him, the side that was so confident and self-assured. That side of him that would never take no for an answer, no matter how many times she said it.

"What would you want to do?" she asked, relenting slightly. Perhaps she could have a bit of fun with him, despite his suspension. Just... a bit of fun. She was just teasing him by making him think he had a shot, nothing else.

"I don't know. Maybe we could grab a bite to eat, or maybe we could just have a drink or two," Nate suggested, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, we're neighbors, friends, and all, right? It's not like we have to be 'with benefits' every single time we hang out, right?"

"I guess," Grace admitted reluctantly. "Fair enough, I guess." She didn't want to admit that she was actually starting to like the idea. "Well, I think I'll go for a run. Gotta stay in shape, right?"

"Sure," Nate replied.

"I'll talk to you later, Nate," she said. She stood there a few moments longer, their eyes locked, before she disappeared behind the wall and into the apartment. 

As she moved to get into her running gear, she started regretting inviting Nate along. Why had she said that? They had already done what they were supposed to this week, right...? 

But like Nate said... it didn't have to be like that. They could eat dinner, drink some wine, and she could go back home and hit the hay. They had hung out before without it leading anywhere. They could do it again. And she would be able to tease Nolan with it if told the right way. Like, she could imply that something happened. That would be upping the ante, right? And it wouldn't even be true.

After Grace had put on her sports bra and a pair of shorts, she headed out and went for a long run. It was a warm day, and it was good to work up a sweat. It was well past afternoon when she got back home, and she felt exhausted. She had pushed herself hard, and she had a good workout. It felt good to push herself.

When she got home, Grace hoped to get a bit more sun in before dinner, but she knew Nate would be there again to stare at her, so she opted for staying inside, taking a shower, and changing into a comfortable pair of baggy sweatpants and a loose tank top.

"Hey," Nate called from his balcony. "How was your run?"

Grace sighed. He was insufferable. "It was good. I'm done now. Tired. And hungry."

"Well, I have plenty of pizza," Nate said. "And beer. You want to come over and join me?"

Grace hesitated. Was this a good idea? But she was bored. And... Nate had a point. They were friends, weren't they?

"Sure," Grace said. "I'll come over in a bit."

She made sure she looked presentable, and then she went to knock on Nate's door. He opened it and greeted her with a wide smile.

"Hey there," he said.

"Hello," Grace said, entering the apartment. "I expect you to behave well."

"Oh, don't worry," Nate said, smirking. "I will."

"Good," Grace said.

Nate closed the door behind her, and he walked over to the kitchen counter. Grace followed him and leaned against it. Nate was wearing his usual cargo shorts and t-shirt. He didn't look as grungy as he did most of the time, which Grace appreciated. His constant leering could be a bit tedious. She liked it, but sometimes it got on her nerves.

Nate poured them each a glass of wine, and he offered her the box of pizza. "So, how was your day?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Not bad," Grace said. "I dug a ditch yesterday for drainage, and today I finished that up with laying out pipes. I've still got a lot of work to do, but I'll get it done."

"That's good," Nate said, clearly not well-versed in matters of pipes, tractors, and excavators. "You're doing well. You're working hard."

"Thanks," Grace said. "I am. It's tough, but I'm enjoying it. I like working with my hands."

"I can tell," Nate said, grinning widely. Before Grace could retort, Nate nodded to her pants. "Looks comfy."

"Oh," Grace said, looking down at her sweatpants. "Yeah, they're comfortable, I guess. They're old and worn out, though. They're not new. And I wouldn't be surprised if they smell a bit."

"They look good on you," Nate said, taking another sip of his wine. "But then again, anything does. You're gorgeous, you know that?"

"Thanks," Grace said, smiling. "I think I do."

They talked some more, about everything and nothing, as they shared some pizza and wine. They moved over to the sofa, where they decided to watch a movie or two. It was all very normal. Almost like a real... friendship. The way Nate behaved, she could almost forget that he was such an ass. He was nice, charming, funny, and very attentive to her. It was as if he had put in all his effort to be a good guy. It was so different from his usual attitude. She wondered if this was his way of trying to impress her or something.

It was getting late, and Grace was starting to feel sleepy. But she didn't want to leave just yet. It was a strange feeling. She felt like she wanted to stay longer, but she wasn't sure why. It was almost like she enjoyed Nate's company. Or perhaps it was the lack of company at home. Or his exquisite taste in wine. Grace wasn't a huge drinker, but this one tasted good.

"I should probably go," she said, looking at him as she got up. His eyes were intense, and his lips were full and inviting. She looked away.

"You don't have to," he said. "I'm having a good time. Are you?"

"Yeah," Grace said. "But it's getting late."

"So?" Nate said, grinning widely. He leaned back on the couch and rested his arms behind his head. He looked so confident, so relaxed. He looked like he knew what was going to happen. "I can get you another glass of wine."

Grace hesitated. "Okay, but only one more."

Nate poured her a glass, and he poured himself a glass. They clinked glasses, and Grace took a sip. She sat back down on the couch, and she looked at him. He had a predatory look in his eye. It made her nervous, but excited. She felt like he was about to pounce. Grace glanced down at his crotch quickly, smirking as she saw his bulge. It looked big.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down, and then another sip before standing up. She sauntered over to the patio doors that led to the balcony.

"It's such a nice night out," she said. She looked at Nate. His eyes were glued to her ass.

"You have no idea what that ass does to a man," he rumbled, shifting in his seat as his bulge was becoming more prominent, making Grace's mouth dry and her stomach flutter.

"I think I do," Grace said, turning her back to him and lifting her baggy sweatpants up to show off her ass. She had no idea why she was doing this. "I mean, you're not exactly subtle." 

"Can I touch it?" Nate asked. The fact that he even asked at all, and didn't just grab her, made Grace feel more inclined to let him.

"I suppose," Grace said, looking at him, biting her lip in anticipation. "But just a little."

"I'll behave," Nate said as Grace moved over to him, his eyes still glued to her hips and her thighs.

Grace stood before him and turned around, sticking her ass out a bit, pushing it in his face. He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, kneading them through her sweats.

"Fuck, that ass," he whispered, his voice low. "This ass is so fucking perfect."

Grace bit her lip, feeling her pussy clench, and she moaned, her eyes closing as he touched her. His fingers dug into her skin, and he rubbed his thumbs against the soft flesh. Grace felt her arousal increase, and she couldn't help but lean into him, pressing her butt harder against him. She looked back at him and saw him staring back at her, a hungry look in his eyes.

"Fuck," Nate grunted. "This fucking ass. Flawless. Perfection."

Grace giggled as he kept fondling her. It was silly, but she felt flattered by the compliments. She was also feeling a little drunk from the wine and the touch of his hands.

Nate's fingers slipped underneath her waistband, and she felt him tug at her sweats, pulling them down, exposing her bare ass to him. He had seen it plenty before, so it didn't bother her. It was just a little bit of fun. Nothing to worry about. It was just a bit of fun, that's all. It was just some fun with her neighbor, that's all.

"You're fucking gorgeous," Nate said, rubbing her butt cheeks with his hands. "You know that, right?"

Grace smiled. "I'm glad you think so."

Grace felt his fingers move over to the center of her ass and felt him spread her cheeks slightly. She felt the air on her puckered hole and felt the blood rush to her face. She felt a little embarrassed, but also a little turned on.

"Fuck, that's hot," Nate grunted, releasing her cheeks and returning to mauling her firm, yet soft dough. "You look amazing. You're so fucking sexy, Grace."

Grace was about to pull up her pants and perhaps sit back down, or move to enjoy the late-summer evening. But Nate was insatiable.

"Mind if you lie down?" Nate asked, gesturing next to him at the two-seater. "I need more."

Need? Grace smirked. This was fun. She did as she was told, and she tried to lie down on her front, but it was difficult to find a comfortable position without it being cramped. She tried to kick off her sweatpants completely, but the two-seater wasn't meant for one person to be seated and another lying down. She groaned.

"Wait," Nate said, getting up and standing over her. "Let's go to the bedroom."

"No," Grace said, her eyes closed.

"Then let's go to the floor," Nate said. "Just to get comfortable. If you want, we can go back to the sofa afterward."

Grace didn't know what to think. On one hand, this was all a little bit naughty. But on the other hand, she was enjoying the attention he was giving her. She liked the way he touched her, his compliments, his need. It wasn't like she hadn't experienced something like this before with Nate. He had been like this at their date.

She was going to have to talk to Nolan about it later, though. This was probably too far, even for them. She wasn't sure. While she wasn't drunk, Grace was a bit tipsy, and she wasn't thinking straight.

Grace looked down at the wooden floor, which didn't look particularly inviting, and her eyes found the hallway leading to the bedroom. She sighed.

"Okay, bedroom it is," Grace said, getting up, pulling her sweats up. Nate grinned as she turned around, and he followed her to his own bedroom. She felt a bit awkward walking in there, and she hesitated. 

She walked in and saw a big, unmade bed, and a large dresser. A few clothes were strewn around on the floor, but otherwise, it wasn't messy. It was surprisingly tidy, and it didn't stink of sweat and cum like she had feared it might. She was relieved.

She took a look back at Nate, who stood in the door, looking at her.

"God damn," Nate grunted. "You look fucking incredible, princess."

"Princess?" Grace asked, turning to face him. He grinned. He walked over to her, and she felt her heart beat faster as he got closer. She didn't move, she just stood there, feeling the cool air on her exposed skin.

"You're a princess," Nate said. "You're fucking royalty. You're too good for this world."

Grace shook her head. She was flattered, but she also knew that he was just saying that to get in her pants. She didn't care. It was a nice compliment.

"Lie down and take off your pants," Nate said.

"Awful commanding, are we? What is this princess to do? Lie down and then take my pants off, or take my pants off and then lie down? Or do you want me to take my pants while I'm lying down?" Grace asked, trying to be a bit of a hassle to him, a little tease to keep the power in her court.

Nate chuckled and shook his head. "Take your pants off and then lie down."

Grace smiled and took off her pants, kicking them to the side. Nate licked his lips and walked over to her, his eyes never leaving Grace's body. He put his hand on her thigh and slowly moved up her leg, and then up to her ass. He cupped her ass cheek with his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Fuck," Nate grunted. "I could fuck this ass so hard."

"Uh-huh," Grace said, smirking. "You're not getting near this ass. But... maybe if you're good, I'll let you play with it a little bit. Nothing too crazy."

Nate raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

Grace smirked and turned around. She lay down on the bed, on her front, her legs together. Nate grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him. He leaned over her, pressing his crotch against her ass. She felt the outline of his cock on her crack, and she felt herself get wet.

"Fuck," Nate said. "This is a dream come true. Your ass is fucking perfect. It's so round and firm and... fucking perfect."

Grace grinned. She felt her face flush. It was a strange feeling, to feel so wanted and desired, and to be objectified at the same time. But she didn't mind. It was a little weird, but she liked it. Nate's hands were on her hips, and she felt him press his cock harder against her.

"I thought you were going to touch it. Not dry hump it," she said, looking back at him.

"Sorry," Nate said. "I couldn't resist." He moved his hands down to her ass and squeezed both of her globes. "Fuck. This is amazing."

"You keep saying that," Grace said. "It's not that special."

Nate chuckled. "It is."

Grace smiled. "Thanks."

Nate continued to massage her butt cheeks with his big, firm hands. She felt her arousal increase. Her nipples were hard, and she could feel them pressing against her shirt.

Grace closed her eyes and relaxed. It was nice, and she was starting to get used to this treatment. It was almost like a massage for her glutes, and subsequently her ego, having him lavish such praise over it. Grace groaned and relaxed as his hands massaged her ass, grabbing each cheek and rubbing them, massaging them too, and pulling them apart. He rubbed her crack a little, and she moaned in approval.

"So fucking sexy," Nate grunted. Her heavy ass bounced around as he spanked it gently, sending small waves through her flesh. She could hear his heavy breathing behind her. "Fucking hell. Fit and firm. Soft like silk. Shaped like perfection. How is it possible?"

Grace felt herself relax more. It was a strange feeling, letting him have her ass so much. It was a little naughty, maybe even a bit too naughty, but Grace wasn't sure she cared anymore.

"Do you, erh, mind if I rub my cock against it?" Nate asked.

Grace's eyebrows arched up in a mix of disbelief and amusement. His question came out of the blue, even though his request wasn't too crazy considering what they were doing.

"Doesn't seem very 'behaving', mister," Grace teased. She didn't like the idea, but it was a little tempting to have some extra fun. A tiny part of her was intrigued, but she didn't want him to think that. She didn't want to make things easy for him, so she made him wait before she continued, "But I suppose a quick little rub won't hurt. Just as long as that big thing doesn't slip."

Nate didn't say anything but groaned in response. Instead, he pulled her panties down. Grace gasped, but still rose up so he could slide them off her. She heard his zipper.

Grace bit her lip and prepared herself. It wasn't anything to worry about; a small innocent rub was nothing to fret. It was basically still clothed, and he wasn't really even doing anything wrong. And if it got a bit weird, she could still ask him to stop. And besides...  It was always fun to see him pleasure himself to her body. It was exciting and empowering, with a devious thrill in knowing she made him lose control over a simple body part of hers.

Grace gasped as his hands spread her cheeks. She felt him press the tip against her asshole for a moment before it slid up to her lower back. The sheer size and weight of his cock made it feel like he had been trying to penetrate her. Grace felt like he was teasing her, and it was driving her crazy. The feeling of his warm, hard pipe running back and forth over her asshole, in the valley between her cheeks, made her feel so naughty. 

Nate began to hump her. Grace sighed as his hands caressed her ass, rubbing his thick tool against her. She felt herself get wet. Her pussy started to clench, and she bit her lip. His hands moved under her tank top. She gasped as he pinched her nipples and started to roll the perky breasts around in his hands. Grace didn't have the biggest boobs, but Nate seemed to enjoy it as he continued to slide his cock between her cheeks slowly. 

He moved her legs slightly further apart and rubbed his cock harder against her ass, the head disappearing down her ass crack every time. Every time Nate did that, the head of his cock brushed her pussy, making Grace gasp. She felt herself get wet, her body burning with desire.

She looked back at him. The lust in his eyes was intoxicating, but the sight of his monster, massive and dark, moving back and forth in her crack was exhilarating. His thick precum lubricated her crack, making him able to move quicker. It felt good, and the feeling of his hands on her ass, and the warmth of his hard cock on her crack, made her moan softly.

"Do you like that?" Grace moaned.

"I do," Nate rasped. His voice was low and heavy, filled with lust. "You're such a fucking tease."

"Am I?" Grace asked. 

"On your back," Nate said.

"Oh my. You're done with my ass?" Grace teased, rolling onto her back, looking up at him. She bit her lip. His cock looked huge, and it was slick with his precum.

"You're so hard," Grace purred, smiling mischievously. "Such a big, hard, strong boy."

"And this little pussy is wet for me, isn't it?" Nate asked.

"I don't know," Grace replied. She reached down and ran a finger along the side of his shaft. She grinned. "Maybe."

Nate groaned as her fingertips moved over his slit, his shaft bobbing slightly in response to her touch. His hands moved to her inner thighs and pulled them open. His fingers brushed against her pussy. Grace gasped. It felt so good, and she wanted more. But…

"Nate..." she moaned.

"You're so wet," Nate grunted, moving his finger down to her hole. "You want this."

Grace bit her lip. "Maybe a bit..."

"Tell me you want it," Nate said, rubbing her lips with his finger. "Tell me you want my cock."

"Maybe," Grace said. She tried to pull her legs together, but Nate was in the way. She wanted him. She wanted his cock. But... "It's just..."

Nate grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the tip against her pussy. She moaned. It felt good. So good.

"Just what?" Nate grunted. "You want my cock, don't you? Tell me."

Grace bit her lip, her eyes glued to the sight of his cock sliding up and down her wet slit, the dark head glistening in the dim light of the bedroom. She felt like she was losing control. She felt like she was giving up. He felt so good, and her body was on fire, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Just... not inside," she whimpered.

Nate paused and sighed deeply. His cock was throbbing and pulsating at her entrance. She wanted it so badly.

He pressed forward, his tip gliding up to her clit, and slowly sawed the length of the underside of his cock against the sensitive button. Grace gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. It felt so good. She couldn't believe how good it felt. It was like heaven, and the sensation of his huge, hard, hot cock against her pussy was almost unbearable.

Nate moved slowly, his hips rolling against hers. Grace was panting, her body trembling. It was so good. She couldn't believe how good it felt. She couldn't believe how much she wanted it. Nate's big cock would feel so good right now. But no. No, she couldn't. She couldn't let him win. She couldn't let him in. No, she couldn't.

Grace's eyes opened as Nate rubbed himself against her, the head of his cock slowly moving down the length of her slit, before resting at her entrance again. The dark purple, pulsating head looked so big against her. She felt herself clench. It was so close. So close.

"Nate," she whimpered softly.

"Grace," Nate grunted. "You're driving me nuts."

Grace's hand moved down to her pussy, her fingers finding her clit. She rubbed herself, her pussy clenching in anticipation, as she stared at the head of his cock slowly inching closer, the big head spreading her open ever so slightly.

"Fuck, that looks so hot," she whispered.

Nate grunted, the head of his cock moving up to her clit again, the underside of his thick pipe sliding against her. She bit her lip, her fingers bumping against that steel pipe.

Nate moved slowly, his cock sliding up and down her pussy, the big head rubbing her clit every time. It was so good, and Grace was trembling with lust. Nate was staring down at her, his mouth hanging open, his face contorted with lust, his eyes wide, his breathing deep and ragged.

"I'm so fucking hard," Nate grunted.

"You are," Grace replied. "So hard... and big."

Nate groaned. "You're driving me nuts," he repeated.

"I know," Grace replied. "Me too."

They were silent for a few moments, Nate's big cock sliding up and down her pussy, his big, hot shaft sliding against her clit.

Grace looked down at her pussy. Nate's dimly lit bedroom was only illuminated by the faint glow from the hallway, and his thick pipe looked dark, almost black, and so big against her. His big, thick pipe slid against her, making her gasp. It looked so good. She looked back up at Nate's face. He was staring down at her, his mouth hanging open. His face was contorted with lust, his eyes were wide, and his breathing deep and ragged. They were driving each other insane, and Nate looked completely gone.

Grace felt him move his cock lower, and the big, hot head slowly pressed against her pussy, and it was so good. The head was so big, and it felt so good, and Grace was panting, her body trembling. Nate was staring at her, his eyes burning with desire.

"Nate," she whimpered.

Nate groaned. "Grace..."

His big cock slowly pushed against her. The fat head was spreading her open, and Grace was gasping, her hands on her tits. It was so big. And so hard. And so hot. And so good. She couldn't believe how good it felt, and how much she wanted it, and she knew that if he just pushed a little bit harder, she would give up. She would let him win. She would let him in. She would let him in, and he would have his way with her. He would fuck her, and she would love every second of it.

"God, Nate," she whimpered. "Don't..."

Nate groaned. "I can't stop myself, Grace."

"Fuck," Grace gasped, his cock pushing against her, spreading her open. She knew she should stop him, but it felt so good. It was so big. So thick. So hard. So hot. She wanted it. She wanted him. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted his big, hard cock inside her. She wanted it all.

"Nate," she gasped.

She looked down at his cock, at the thick shaft that was slowly spreading her pussy open. His big head was inside her, and she could feel the thickness of his shaft, and it was so good, so good, so fucking good.

"This is a bad idea," Grace muttered breathlessly.

She was panting, and her body was trembling, but she couldn't help it. It was so big. It was so hot. Thick. Grace whimpered as she felt his big cock slowly push inside her, the big head spreading her open. It was so good. So good. So fucking good.

"Fuck," Nate grunted. He was staring at her, his mouth hanging open. He was panting heavily, his face contorted with lust.

"God," Grace whimpered, her body trembling. "Nate... we can't... oh God..."

"Then tell me to stop," he said. His cock was throbbing inside her, and she could feel every inch of him. It was so good.

Grace bit her lip, her eyes closed. She was panting, and her body was trembling. She wanted to say it. She wanted to tell him to stop. But she couldn't. The words were caught in her throat. It was so good. That giant cock, even just its head, was stretching her open. It was so good.

"God damnit," Grace whimpered, her eyes closed as Nate's cock began to slowly slide into her, the big head spreading her pussy open, and she was panting, her body trembling, her mouth open, her hands clutching at his sheets.

"Fuck," Nate grunted. She looked up at his face. He was staring down at her, his eyes wide, his face contorted with lust. He was panting, and he was so hard. Pulses and twitches ran through his shaft, and it was driving her insane. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how big he was.

"God," Grace whimpered, her hands moved from the sheets to rest on his shoulders, pulling him down to her. She closed her eyes at the sensation of that giant cock stretching her wide, a slow burn that made Grace clench her teeth at first. "God... god, Nate. You're inside me... You're so deep inside me."

He groaned. "God damn," he said, pulling out slowly, then shoved inside, but only halfway. Grace's eyes rolled back at the sensation, and she moaned, her body shaking. Nate pulled out again, and his big cock slowly pushed inside, and she was panting, her body trembling, her mouth open. 

"Fuck," she whimpered, her body shaking.

Grace gasped, her eyes snapping open, her mouth falling open. Her pussy was throbbing, clenching, and she felt his cock pulse, his big, hot pipe buried inside her. It was so big. So thick. So hot. So hard.

"Oh fuck," she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands on her breasts, her pussy clenching, her legs spread wide, her body trembling, her face flushed, her hair matted, her mouth open. "Oh God... Oh God... oh my God..." She stared up at him, her hands on his shoulders, and she could see in his eyes, in his face, that he was just as gone as she was.

"Tell me to stop," he said, his face a mask of determination and concentration. His cock was throbbing inside her, she could feel his thick shaft moving inside her, and it felt so fucking good, and she just couldn't take anymore. "Just tell me to stop."

"Nate..." she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, her body shaking, and she felt her pussy clench and spasm, her pussy squeezing around his thick pipe. It was so good. It was so fucking good, and she couldn't take anymore. "Fuck... fuck, I... can't..."

"That's good," Nate growled. "You're doing so good, Grace... so good."

Nate's hips started to move slowly, the big head of his cock sliding in and out of her. He was being gentle, and Grace was grateful for that. He started to slowly fuck her, pumping his cock into her, pulling out, the friction and pressure driving them both mad with pleasure and lust.

"Jesus Christ," Grace groaned, her eyes clenched shut, her nails digging into his shoulders, his cock driving deep inside her, pounding in and out of her.

Nate started to move quicker, pulling out and slamming into her, burying his thick, throbbing shaft inside her, and she could feel him going deeper, and she whimpered as his shaft was prying her open, spreading her pussy open, driving deep inside her, pounding deep inside her, the head of his big cock sliding against her tight, slick walls.

"Fuck," he grunted.

Grace felt her pussy clenching, her mind wiped of any worries or doubts or thoughts or questions. All there was was that big, hard cock sliding into her, pounding deep inside her, stroking and slamming into her, her pussy throbbing with heat and lust, her eyes closed.

"You're so fucking tight, princess," Nate grunted.

Grace let go of his shoulders and let her body fall back, letting the back of her hand lull against her brow, arching her back as Nate started to pound into her harder, deeper, faster, driving his thick cock inside her, and her eyes rolled back, and she bit her bottom lip and arched her back further and she moaned. She let the sound come from somewhere deep within her, the need and want and desire and pleasure overwhelming.

"Fuck, you feel good," he grunted.

"So do you," Grace groaned.

His hips started to move quicker, pounding his cock into her. She felt his shaft stroking against her slick walls, driving deeper, the head rubbing against her G-spot with every stroke. Her eyes squeezed shut. It felt so good.

"Harder," Grace said, her body tensing, her toes curling, her mind spinning. Nate heeded her request, picking up the speed, slamming into her, his huge balls slapping against her with every stroke, making her ass jiggle and ripple, and her body felt hot and heavy with lust.

She stared at the ceiling, at the pale, watery moonlight shining on the ceiling. It was impossible to fix her eyes on one place as Nate rocked her back and forth on his bed, driving his big cock deep inside her, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, her legs shaking, her heart pounding.

"That's right," Nate groaned. "You want this cock."

"Yes," Grace groaned, her back arching again, her thighs tensing, her fingers flexing and clenching and her mind starting to spin as she got closer and closer, the friction of their bodies creating heat, the smooth slide of his big, hard cock stretching and pushing and pulling, filling and opening and driving her crazy.

"I– I can't believe it feels so good," she moaned.

"You've been teasing me forever," Nate said, his hands digging into her hips, his grip tightening, his hips pumping harder. "I've been waiting for you to give up those fucking rules for so long. Just let me fuck you."

"Fuck me," Grace moaned, as her head spun. She couldn't believe how good it felt. His big cock was stretching her wide with each possessive thrust, demanding her attention and focus. "God, Nate, fuck me... please, please, fuck me."

"You like this?" he asked, his big cock driving into her, the heavy meat stroking against her G-spot, filling every inch of her, touching everything, her legs trembling as his big shaft pounded in and out of her. "You like getting fucked by a real man? A man who isn't afraid to fuck you the way you deserve?"

"Yes," she gasped, her pussy clenched around him. "Yes! Oh shit... slow down, slow down, it's getting too... too... muhhh, ugh, UGH!"

He didn't stop. Instead, his hips kept pumping into her at the same speed. She had to squeeze her eyes shut to stop herself from losing it.

"Yeah, that's right," Nate growled. "Cum for me. Cum for me, Grace. Cum for me."

"I... I want... I don't... I, uh, I–"

"I want you to cum for me," Nate said, his cock ramming deep into her with every word. "I want you to cum for me, princess. I want you to cum on this big, hard cock."

Grace moaned, her eyes closed, her toes curling, her legs spreading wide, her body tensed, her chest heaving. She was close, she knew she was close. She had to make it quick.

Nate moved quickly, his hips pistoning into her. Every stroke was quick and short, every stroke was hard, every stroke made Grace moan and gasp. She could feel his cock slamming into her with each stroke, thick and unrelenting. She moaned, her nails digging into his back, her breasts pressing against his chest, her heart racing, her body hot and sweating, her mind a blur. She was cumming, and it was hitting her like a lightning bolt despite having built up for so long.

Grace bucked, her body shaking, her nails raking down Nate's back, and she moaned. Her face pressed against his shoulder, her body tight and tense, her mind blank, and her mouth open, moans and sounds filling his small apartment as her pussy clenched and clenched again, making Nate gasp. It felt so poisonous, but so good, raw and filthy at the same time, making Grace writhe. Her mind spun as Nate fucked her through it, fucking her into oblivion as she lost herself and was brought back together. Her legs trembled, her ass twitched, her juices leaked from her hole, Nate's thick pipe never missing a stroke as his heavy balls slapped against her dripping sex. The smell of sex was thick in the air, along with the sound of her wetness squelching and gushing as he plunged into her.

"GOD DAMNIT!" she screamed, as his big cock drove deep into her, pounding into her tight, wet, welcoming pussy, as her legs shook, and her ass twitched.

Her world fell silent around her. The room, Nate, the world, nothing but the thick, hard, throbbing pole slamming into her, and all there was in the whole world, the only thing that mattered, the only thing that could matter, was the feeling of that giant cock, splitting her apart and spreading her wide open.

Grace gasped and breathed deeply as Nate drove his big, hard cock into her, pounding her, making her moan and shudder. It was like ecstasy.

"Oh fuck yeah," Grace whimpered, the orgasm finally subsiding. She had never been fucked like this before, had never been filled so completely, and Nate's perfect cock was still ramming into her steadily and deeply. She couldn't believe he was holding out.

"That's it," he groaned. "That's my girl. That's my good little girl. That's it, that's it."

"I think we're okay," she purred, pushing him off of her.

Grace slid off his bed and stood, panting. Her hands went up, combing her sweaty hair, shining in the moonlight. She looked over at him and smiled. She bit her lip and sighed.

Nate got off the bed, moving to stand behind her, his fingers brushing her shoulders, trailing down her sides, gripping her hips and moving forward.

His hard cock pressed against her bare back, and Grace let out a giggle and leaned forward over the bed, closing her eyes, her head dropping between her shoulders as he gently guided the swollen head to her swollen pussy.

"Holy crap," she groaned, feeling his big cock slowly pushing into her again. She groaned as he filled her up once more.

"Glad we're finally doing this, princess?" Nate grunted, gripping her hips and rolling his pelvis forward, his hard, swollen tool grinding against her insides.

"Uh-huh," Grace whispered, trying desperately to find her voice as his shaft pushed in. She still, after all these weeks of playing with him, couldn't believe how big he was. Her fingers flexed and clawed at the comforter, her mind slowly starting to cloud again, and she reached down to play with her clit while Nate held her hips.

"Can I finish in you?" Nate whispered into her ear, the heat of his breath on her neck sending shivers down Grace's spine. Again, Nate was asking without taking.

"Uh-huh," she breathed, looking back at him, wanting his huge, thick load in her. Grace always preferred it when guys came in her. It made her feel like she had done her job, had taken care of a need, satisfied the guy. And she wanted Nate's seed inside her. She wanted to feel that big cock pulsing inside her, wanted to feel the warmth of his cum coating her insides. It was strange, but she had missed. "You can cum in me."

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his cock sliding in and out of her, his hands on her hips. "You want my cum in your pussy?"

Grace nodded, looking back at him, her eyes hooded. She bit her lip and nodded again.

"Good girl," Nate groaned, driving his hips forward, his cock plunging in, and he groaned as he bottomed out in her.

"Uh-huh," she moaned. "Uh-huh... uh-huh..."

The way Nate pounded Grace sent her into heat. She couldn't help but moan as his cock turned harder, twitching, swelling, and thus stretching her even more. Grace had never felt more alive, more fucked, than right then, completely lost in the sensation of being claimed in the most primal way. She felt him tense, and his hands tightening around her hips.

"I'm cumming," he groaned.

"Do it," she whispered, looking back at him. Her eyes locked onto his, and that was enough to set him off. "Fill me, Nate. Fill me up with your cum."

"Oh god," Nate moaned, and she felt his cock throbbing, and she felt his thick load spilling inside of her. She groaned as she felt his cum filling her, her fingers rubbing her clit. It felt so good, so right. She could feel her own pussy clenching, squeezing around his cock, and she was cumming again from the mere act of taking his load.

"Nate, oh god, oh god, Nate," Grace moaned, her body trembling, her legs shaking, her arms and hands gripping the bed as she shuddered and moaned.

"Fuck," Nate grunted, holding himself deep inside her, his hands on her hips, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her. She felt his warm sperm clumping and sticking to her walls, and she shivered at the thought of that warm mess seeping into her. Nate stayed still for a few moments, and then slowly began to pull out of her. Grace felt every inch of him, and his cock throbbed and pulsed as he started to pull out.

Grace collapsed forward, laying her head down on the bed, her body trembling, her mind blank, her pussy throbbing. She had just cheated on Nolan. She had done it. She had broken the rules. She had given in. She had given in to Nate.

She looked back at him, at his cock as it slowly slipped from her pussy, thick and glistening, the tip still swollen and shiny, and she could see his seed trickling down the shaft, a thin, white line of his sperm that was leaking from her pussy, dripping onto his bedspread. That had been inside her. That had been in her. She felt his hands on her ass, his fingers digging into her skin, and she knew that she had been claimed.

She had been fucked thoroughly and properly, and now there was no going back. Why did the greatest sex of her life have to be a mistake?

*

"You look like you're in a daze," Nate said, stroking her ass with his hands.

"I am," Grace said. "That was... wow."

Nate smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it was. God damn," Nate groaned. He collapsed onto the bed next to her, his cock still hard and throbbing. Grace rolled over, and she looked at him, at his cock, and then at his face. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "That was fucking incredible, Grace. You're fucking incredible."

"Yeah," Grace said with a weak smile. "I am. I am pretty incredible."

Nate chuckled and reached out, his hand resting on her shoulder. He pulled her closer to him, and she felt his warm breath on her neck as he leaned in and kissed her, his lips brushing against her skin, and she couldn't help but smile. She kissed him back, and she felt him smile against her lips.

"You okay?" he asked, pulling back, looking down at her.

"Yeah," she said quietly. "I'm good. I'm really good. I just... I feel like I made a mistake."

Nate sighed, and she felt him move, his cock resting against her thigh as he leaned back in to kiss her again.

"Don't think about that right now," he said. "Just enjoy it."

"But..." Grace said, and she bit her lip, unsure of what to say. She felt like she had betrayed Nolan. But... it felt so good. That wasn't an excuse, of course... but it did feel good. "I'm not sure I can do this."

"Didn't you like it?" Nate asked, leaning up on his elbow, as Grace rolled onto her back.

"Of course," Grace said. "It was amazing. I just... I feel bad. I shouldn't have done it. I feel guilty. I feel like I betrayed Nolan."

Nate chuckled, shaking his head. "That's stupid," he said. "Nolan is fine with it."

"What?" Grace asked, looking at him, her eyes widening.

"You're both into it," Nate said. "If I've learned something about that guy, it's that this is exactly what he wants to happen. Just relax and enjoy it, princess. It's okay."

Grace felt a surge of anger rush through her, and she sat up quickly, glaring at him. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Nate looked at her, confused, and shook his head. "I don't understand why you're mad," he said. "Isn't this what you want? I mean, you've been teasing me for weeks now. Why can't you just let it happen?"

"I'm not mad," Grace said, shaking her head. "My relationship with Nolan isn't some joke, Nate. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have done it. We should have never played these games. It doesn't matter that it felt good; I just cheated on Nolan for fucks sake."

"Grace," Nate said, reaching out to her, but she pulled back, glaring at him. He sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset–"

"The fuck you are. You just wanted to get your dick wet. And you did. You got what you wanted. And you don't care if it ruins my relationship, as long as you get what you want. Fuck you."

Nate was silent for a moment, and then he laughed. "You're ridiculous. Look, I'm not trying to start shit. I just don't understand why you're so upset. I mean, come on. This was meant to happen. It would happen eventually. And it's not like I forced you or anything. You wanted it, too."

Grace glared at him and shook her head. "I don't need to hear this," she said. She rolled over onto her side, facing away from him.

"Grace," Nate said, putting his hand on her shoulder. Grace wanted to shrug it off, and she was pissed that Nate had pushed her so far, but in all honesty, she was as much to blame for this as he was. More so. She had almost invited it by coming over here when she knew tensions were high. She'd been flirting with him. She'd been playing with him. She'd been pushing him, just like he'd been pushing her. She wasn't some innocent victim. She couldn't blame it all on him. But she could blame him for being so goddamn smug about it.

"Can I take a guess at what's going on here?" Nate asked, gently rubbing her shoulder.

"Sure," Grace said. "Why the fuck not?"

Nate chuckled. "You're freaking out because you actually enjoyed yourself. You're mad because you liked it, and now you feel bad about it."

Grace didn't say anything. Nate moved closer to her, his chest against her back, his cock pressing against her ass.

"You know," he said softly. "You're worried what Nolan will think, because let's face it, you will tell him. I've said it before, honesty is the key to your guys's whole kink. But you're mad at yourself because you're worried that if you tell him, he won't like that you liked it. That you enjoyed it. And that maybe he'll see that as cheating, even if you both are into it. You're worried that he'll be mad at you."

Grace didn't say anything, but she knew that he was right. Nate was right. "But you're wrong. It's hot. It's fun. And it's not cheating if we all consent to it. We all consent to this."

"But he didn't consent to it," Grace said.

"Are you sure about that?" Nate asked. Grace was silent. "Think about it. What part of this hasn't he enjoyed? The whole point of this is to make it about you."

Grace hesitated. Well, he had not been too happy about Grace sneaking over to Nate's apartment, which was exactly what had happened again now... But Nolan had also been adamant from the start that he wanted to see Grace have a good time. Maybe that meant this was inevitable, something to be expected. And a week from now, it would've happened anyway. In fact, on part of Grace, one deeply ashamed one, had missed sleeping with Nate. This had felt like a treat. She was so in love with Nolan, and yet…

She bit her lip. She was scared.

"I think Nolan would be pretty damn proud of you right now. You were fucking incredible."

Grace looked back at him. "Are you serious? How the fuck is cheating on my boyfriend something he would be proud of?" She shook her head. "You're wrong. If you think that, you're an idiot."

Nate laughed. "I'm not wrong. Look at it this way. Would he really be mad that you did something that made you happy? Something that made you feel good?"

Grace was quiet. Nate was right, and she knew he was right, but it still didn't feel right to her.

"Fuck you," Grace said. "You don't know him like I do."

"Fair," Nate admitted. "I'm sure you're the expert. But, what do you think he'll think when you tell him? When you tell him how much you enjoyed it?"

"I..." Grace started. She didn't know. She wasn't sure. It was hard to explain, and she didn't know how to explain it.

"Look," Nate said. He kissed her neck, and his hand stroked her shoulder. "I'm not saying that you should do it again. I'm just saying that you shouldn't beat yourself up about it. It's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal," Grace said, her voice soft.

"You're right," Nate said. "It's a big deal. But it's not a bad thing. You've been wanting to do it for a while now. You've been teasing me, and you've been pushing me, and you've been playing with me. You've been having fun with it. You've been having a lot of fun. And it's been fun for me, too. We've both been enjoying it. And now you're upset because it finally happened. Because it's real now. It's not some fantasy, something to tease me with. It's real. It happened."

Grace was quiet. Nate was right. She was scared. She was scared of what it meant. She was scared of what it meant that she liked it so much, and that it was something one, by all that was right, shouldn't like. It felt dirty, and wrong, and yet... She had wanted it.

"I'm sorry," Nate said. He kissed her neck again, his hand stroking her shoulder. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I just want to help. I know you're upset. But be honest, does Nolan make you feel like I do? When I fuck you like that, is it the same as when he does?"

"No," Grace said. "It's not."

"And how do you think he'll react when he hears that?"

Grace was quiet. She didn't know. Maybe he would be mad. Or maybe he wouldn't. But part of what Nate said resonated with her. Her mind kept going back to how he had reacted to learning about the previous weekend. He had been upset, but he had also come straight home to find her in the shower, not even undressing his suit from work before he entered the bathroom, shoving himself into the shower with Grace, and taking her up against the wall. He had been incredibly obsessive and hungry for her. It was like he had felt like he had to prove something to her. Like he had to show her that his love and dedication, to let out the tension her escapade had built in him. And he had been incredible.

And her mind traveled back to when she first slept with Nate. She had felt guilt back then. Nolan had pestered her and pissed her off, but he never uttered a negative word about sex occurring. Back then, she had had a blow job as her allowance, and Nolan had almost encouraged Grace to do more than that.

She closed her eyes. Nate was right. It felt awful and dirty, but perhaps not as bad as she initially felt.

"I think," she said slowly. "He would be okay with it."

Nate chuckled. "You see? You've got nothing to worry about. And like I said, you were fucking incredible."

Grace smiled. "Was I?"

Nate laughed. "You're kidding me, right? Grace, what the fuck are you even talking about?"

Grace couldn't help but smile. "So, you liked it? You liked fucking me?"

"I did," he said, kissing her shoulder. "I really did."

Grace looked back at him, and she smiled. She kissed him softly, and she felt his cock twitch against her ass.

"Fuck," he groaned. "I can't get enough of you."

Grace looked at his cock, and she bit her lip. "Well..." she said. "I think I know one way to make me feel better."

Nate grinned, and he reached down and grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip against her ass. "You want more?"

Grace stopped herself. "Maybe not now... I think we've had enough for tonight... I'm still kind of a mess. I'm not sure if I'm ready for another round yet."

Nate nodded, and he kissed her neck. "Another time, then," he said.

Grace smiled. "Yeah," she said. "Another time."

"Mind staying the night?" Nate asked. "That's my only critique from our date; you running out without getting any breakfast."

"What, you didn't like being treated like a one-night stand?" Grace teased. But she scooted closer regardless. "I can stay. But no funny business. I think my body is done with that for tonight."

"Deal," Nate said. "I don't think I can go again anyway."

They both lay there in silence for a few moments. Grace felt his chest rising and falling, and she felt his breath on her neck, and she felt her own pulse, her own heart rate, slow down to his rhythm. 

"Thank you," Nate said, kissing her shoulder.

"For what?" Grace asked.

"For giving me a chance," Nate said. "I know I pushed my luck. But I'm glad you gave me a shot."

Grace smiled. "You're welcome," she said. She closed her eyes, and she felt his arms around her, and she felt his cock pressing against her ass, and she felt his warm breath on her neck, and she felt his lips on her shoulder, and she felt her body relax. Her exhaustion, emotionally and physically, caught up with her. She felt herself drifting off to sleep.

"I like you, Grace," Nate whispered into her ear. "I really like you."

"I like you too," Grace said, her eyes fluttering closed. "I like you too."

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I hope you enjoyed the read. Let me know what you thought and what you think will happen next and how the cast will deal with everything?