Chapter 448: [R18] Promise in Sweat and Flesh

Nash carried her to the bench and set her down hard on the edge.

Her thighs spread wide on their own, like she was inviting him to dive straight in. He never let go of her face, keeping his mouth locked on hers.

It was a filthy kiss, sloppy, their tongues fighting for space while spit ran down their chins and soaked their chests. Nia wasn’t holding back either. Her hands were already behind him, nails raking down his back before sliding lower to grab his ass through his shorts and yank him hard against her.

He could taste the salt on her skin and the faint taste of her tongue. She pushed her tongue deeper into his mouth, then pulled back just enough to bite his lower lip. It hurt, but Nash liked it. It only made him want to devour her more. In answer, he slid a hand up her ribs and pressed on her soaked tits. Fuck, the way her breast filled his palm. Her skin stuck to his, and when he squeezed hard, spit and sweat ran between his fingers and down onto her stomach. Nia moaned right into his mouth. Nash felt her throat vibrate against his tongue.

He pulled back a centimeter to look at her. She was completely undone: eyes half-closed, lips swollen, chest rising and falling fast. Her nipples were hard and burning. Nash took both of them in his hands, lifting them before rubbing his thumbs over the tips. Nia’s head tipped back. A muffled sound left her throat.

"Fuck..." Nia breathed, voice shaky. "Your hands are so hot."

Nash didn’t feel like talking. He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, pulling the soft flesh deep. He flattened his tongue, circling the tip and flicking it. The salt was stronger here, and it drove him crazy. He switched sides and did the same to the other breast while his free hand kept kneading the first. Every time he sucked, Nia’s back arched and her tits pushed further into his face. When he finally let go, there was a wet sucking sound, and a string of spit stayed connected between his lip and the nipple before it broke.

Nia’s hands were in his hair now, gripping tight to pull him closer. Her hips started rolling forward on the bench, grinding her cunt against the hard line of his cock through his shorts. Nash knew she was soaked. The thin fabric of her shorts was hot and wet against him.

He dropped to his knees on the asphalt between her legs, grabbed the waistband of her shorts, and yanked them down in one pull. She lifted her hips to help. He stripped off the shorts and the thin black panties underneath. The fabric stuck to her for a second before peeling away, dark with sweat and her wetness. He threw them aside without looking.

Nia’s cunt was bare and shining. Her lips were parted and glossy, the pink flesh inside glistening. A thin line of slick already ran down toward her ass. Nash stayed still for a second, staring, then ran both hands up the inside of her thighs and spread her wide. Her skin was slippery everywhere. When he dragged his thumbs through the crease between thigh and hip, she jerked hard.

"Stop staring and touch me!" she snapped.

He did exactly that. He leaned in and licked one long, slow stripe from the bottom of her cunt up to her clit. The taste was strong, salty, mixed with the clean smell of sweat from the run. Nia’s whole body twitched. Her hand hit the bench beside her. He did it again, and again, pushing his tongue between her lips and just deep enough to feel how hot and tight she was. Her thighs tried to close around his head, but he kept them open with his shoulders, taking up all the space.

"Fuck... Nash..."

He closed his mouth over her clit and sucked. At the same time he slid two fingers into her, curling them upward. She was so wet they went in easily, but her walls clamped down hard the second they hit deep. He pumped them slow, letting her feel the stretch, while his tongue worked in tight, merciless circles. Every time his fingers hit that spot, her hips jumped, and another wave of slick coated his hand, running down his wrist and dripping onto the asphalt between his knees.

Nia was panting now, mouth open, one hand gripping his hair and the other clutching the edge of the bench. Her tits bounced with every short breath. Nash watched them while he ate her. Sweat made them shine under the lights. When he sped up his fingers, driving them deeper and faster, the bounce got harder. Soft flesh jiggled, nipples still stiff and wet from his mouth.

"Don’t stop..." she gasped. "Don’t you fucking stop."

He had no intention of stopping. He added a third finger, stretching her more, and kept sucking. The sounds were filthy: her cunt making wet sucking noises around his fingers, the sloppy sound of his mouth on her clit. Nia’s stomach clenched. Her thighs started shaking. She tried to grind against his face, but he pinned her hips with his free arm, forcing her to take his pace. That control made her moan louder.

He pulled his fingers out just enough to spread her with both thumbs and spit directly on her clit. The spit mixed with her own slick and ran down. Then he shoved the three fingers back in and went back to licking, tongue flat and relentless. Nia’s head fell back. A broken cry left her. Her free hand left the bench to grab her own breast, squeezing hard and pinching the nipple between her fingers while Nash worked on her.

"I’m gonna... fuck, Nash, I’m gonna..."

He curled his fingers harder and sucked her clit between his lips, flicking the tip of his tongue against it. Nia came with a sharp cry, her back arching off the bench, thighs slamming shut around his head.

Her cunt pulsed hard around his fingers, contracting in rhythmic waves. Even more slick gushed out, running over his hand and dripping onto the court. He kept moving his fingers inside her, slower now, drawing it out while she shook and gasped above him.

When the shaking finally eased, he pulled his fingers out and stood. His cock was straining against his shorts, a wet spot already at the tip. Nia was catching her breath, legs spread, cunt shining and open, chest heaving. Sweat had pooled in the hollow of her throat and between her breasts. Nash grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her stomach on the bench in one smooth motion. She made a surprised sound but didn’t fight it. Her ass was right there, round and firm, skin glistening from the run.

He grabbed both cheeks and spread them wide. Her asshole was tight, the skin around it shiny with sweat and the slick that had run down from her cunt. He leaned in and licked a slow line from her cunt up between her cheeks, circling her hole with the tip of his tongue. Nia jerked, then pushed her ass back against his face with a low moan.

"Fuck... that’s dirty," she said, but her hips were already moving, begging for more.

Nash kept going. He spit on her asshole and spread the saliva with his thumb, then pushed the tip inside just enough to feel the ring of muscle clench. At the same time he slid two fingers into her cunt from behind, pumping them while his tongue worked her ass. Nia’s moans got higher. She reached one hand back to grab his wrist, not to stop him, but to pull him deeper. Her tits were crushed against the bench, the sides spilling out, nipples dragging on the hard surface every time her hips moved.

He pulled his fingers out of her cunt, sticky and shining, and brought them to her ass. He pushed one in slowly, beside his tongue. She was tight, but the spit and her own slick helped. Nia’s breath caught. Her whole body froze for a second, then she pushed back, taking the finger deeper.

"More," she demanded, voice strained. "Give me more."

Nash worked a second finger in beside the first, stretching her while he kept licking around it. His other hand slid under her to find her clit, rubbing in fast circles. Nia’s legs started shaking. She was dripping onto the bench now, a small puddle forming under her. Every time he drove his fingers into her ass, she clenched hard around them, then relaxed, then clenched again. The sounds were filthy: wet, rhythmic, mixed with her broken moans.

He pulled his fingers out, stood, and shoved his shorts down. His huge cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already wet. He stroked himself once, spreading the pre-cum along the shaft, then pressed the head against her cunt from behind. He didn’t push in yet. He just rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds, coating himself in her slick, letting her feel how hard he was. Nia immediately pushed her ass back at him, trying to take him.

"Not yet," Nash said, voice low. He grabbed her hips and held her still. "We’ve got all night."

He kept teasing her, sliding the head of his cock through her folds, tapping her clit, then dragging it up to press against her tight hole. Every time, Nia cursed and tried to push back onto him. Her ass bounced. The sweat on her skin made everything slippery. He slapped one cheek, hard. The sound cracked across the court and her flesh jiggled. A red handprint started to appear.

Then Nash pushed just the tip in. One quick thrust to open the way.

Then he let go. He gripped her hips hard and drove forward. He buried all twenty-two centimeters of hard cock in one thrust, no hesitation.

"AAAHHH!" Nia screamed.

She felt the brutal invasion, the extreme stretch of her walls. It was like Nash was filling every part of her, taking up all the space. The stretch was an electric shock, a pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain and triggered an instant orgasm. She felt her walls clamp down desperately around him, trying to contain that massive size.

Nash closed his eyes, savoring it. It was incredibly hot, wet, and tight. He felt the head of his cock hit the back of her cervix, sealing them together perfectly. He was proud of himself, proud of how she reacted to his size. He felt Nia collapse against the bench, her hands clawing at the metal, unable to handle the intensity of the invasion. He had filled her completely, not a single millimeter of space left between them.