by C. L. Parker
Noah put his arm around my waist and pulled me back against him so that my ass was firmly planted against his erection. He nuzzled my ear with his nose and grinded against me, whispering, “Jealous, Lanie?”
I shook my head.
He chuckled quietly and gave my exposed neck a soft kiss. “Yes, you are.” His warm breath caressed my ear. “I want to fuck you. Right now. Right here. In this elevator. With them watching.”
My heart literally skipped a beat. I’d never thought of myself as kinky, but I wasn’t really surprised that exhibitionism turned out to be a turn-on for me. Noah had already shown me so many different sides of the person I truly was on the inside—someone that I hadn’t known existed before. Damned if I didn’t want him to do it just as badly as he wanted to. And I knew it wasn’t only so those hussies would know he belonged to me, either.
The elevator finally stopped on the ground floor, and Noah led me out the front doors to where Samuel was waiting with the limousine. Once we were inside, Noah pulled me to him and kissed me deeply.
“I missed you,” he said, breaking the kiss.
Noah had been by my side throughout the entire ordeal with my mother and we hadn’t gone one day without seeing each other, but I knew what he meant. With the exception of the one time, we hadn’t been able to hide away to, um, take care of business. We were both wound up pretty tightly, and it seemed yet another separation was on the horizon, what with me going home to stay with my parents and all. I hoped we’d have a lot more alone time despite that, though, because I was not one bit averse to sneaking out into the woods with him and doing it like a couple of adolescent teens.
“Me too,” I whispered, stroking his cheek.
A mischievous smile crept up on his face. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your punishment, either.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Not with the stupid panties again.”
“Oh, yes,” he said, grabbing my hair roughly and forcing me to look at him, which really turned me on. Holy crapola, did it ever. “It was a cheap shot, and you know it, so you must be punished.”
“And what might my punishment be, Mr. Crawford?” I asked, eagerly playing along.
“I might have an idea. Hungry?” he asked, and I nodded. “Good, because I’ve got something for you right here.”
I heard the clinking of his belt buckle and then the metal against metal as his zipper was released.
“I missed your lips,” he said, kissing me chastely. Then he sighed heavily. “And I really missed your mouth.”
He wasn’t talking about my sarcastic wit, either, and it kind of made me all giddy inside because I knew I could take care of that for him, gladly.
With his hand still fisted in my hair, he pushed my head down toward his crotch, where his cock was already free and giving me a Hey! How are ya? I’m the piece of meat that’s about to get crammed down the back of your throat when my man, Noah, there forces you headfirst into his lap so that he can fuck your mouth. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shouldn’t have worn the panties, woman.
I stifled a giggle because it wasn’t like I was the least bit intimidated by the threat. How could something I wanted be considered punishment? I was getting off easy. Or, rather, he was going to be the one to get off. And maybe that was his angle.
“I love you,” I whimpered, hoping to change his mind if in fact he had no intention of letting me get mine.
“Mmm-hmm. I love you, too, kitten. Now suck my cock,” he said, pushing my head into his lap.
I loved that he hadn’t lost that domineering edge just because admissions of love had been spoken. It wouldn’t have been the same. He wouldn’t have been the same, and I didn’t want him to change who he really was.
The angle I was approaching from wasn’t exactly prime, so I slid onto the floor between his legs and took him in my hand. His skin felt silky smooth and hot, yet he was as solid as marble, and I couldn’t help but admire his cock. He was all I had bragged that he was, and I’d missed him so.
I took him into my mouth and hummed at finally having him back there. He was right; I did enjoy having his cock in my mouth a little too much.
“Fuck, yeah. You love this, don’t you? Bad girls like to suck cock, don’t they? Let me see.” He groaned as he gathered my hair up into his hand so that he could have a better view to watch what I was doing.
I hummed again in answer and bobbed my head more earnestly, wanting to make him happy. Saliva was dripping down his shaft, making it easier for me to exaggerate my motions and take him deeper.
Noah hissed. “Goddamn, that feels so fucking perfect. I love to hear those wet sounds when you’re sucking my cock real good and proper like that.”
I started to move faster, spurred on by his dirty talk and a growl from somewhere deep within his chest erupted. Noah pulled hard on my hair and immobilized me. Then he started thrusting his hips, his dick quickly moving back and forth inside my mouth. I could feel him hit the back of my throat with each stroke, and he pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in again. It was all I could do to control my gag reflex, but I loved it when he fucked my mouth.
“I wish everyone else could see how fucking good you look sucking my cock,” he grunted.
I have no idea what came over me; perhaps it was the realization from the elevator moments before, or the fact that I wanted everyone to see how good I made this man feel, but whatever the reason, I reached my hand up and pressed the button that controlled the window. The tinted glass slid down, giving greater Chicago front-row seats to our little show. I felt like a porn star who’d just won the Golden Cock, even though the only thing anyone could see was my head bobbing up and down and Noah’s face with its expression of orgasmic pleasure. But make no mistake, anyone who pulled up next to us would definitely know what was up in the back seat of that limousine.
“Oh, God, I really fucking love you, woman.” Noah moaned, the city lights spilling in through the opened window and casting moving shadows across his chiseled face.
I took as much of him as I could, swallowing the head of his dick down the back of my throat before releasing him again.
“That’s right, baby. You keep sucking my cock like that, and when I get you home, I’m going to give you what you’ve been wanting.” He growled, shoving my head down and then rolling his hips upward before releasing to let me do my thing again. “I’m going to make love to that tight little pussy of yours, and then I’m going to fuck that pretty ass.”
Game, set, match. Hole in one. Touchdown. Swish—nothing but net. Goal. Home run … Whatever. All I knew was that my eye was on the prize and I wanted the win.
I gave him and that colossal cock all I had, going to town on that bad boy like I hadn’t eaten for days and had stumbled upon an all-you-can-eat buffet. All my hard work—yeah, right; ’twas my pleasure—paid off big-time. Noah thrust his hips up while shoving my head down so that his cock was lodged in the back of my throat, and then he came, spewing his hot semen into my mouth like a volcanic eruption. I swallowed as quickly as I could, not really wanting to taste the salty goo, but loving the feral moans of ecstasy that spilled from his succulent lips nonetheless.
“Christ, woman.” He was still panting when his body finally relaxed and I released his dick. “I would’ve fucked you one way or the other, but that? Fucking hell, there just are no words.”
I giggled. “So does that mean I’m forgiven for the panty thing?”
He smiled while tucking his dick away. “Yeah, you’re forgiven. But don’t ever let that shit happen again, because I will be only too happy to do a reenactment of your punishment.”
“Promises, promises,” I cooed, wiping the corners of my mouth.
The car rolled to a stop and I looked out the opened window and realized we were home. I suddenly felt a little sick to my stomach, not knowing how long I was going to have to be without him, or whether or not our separation would have an effect on the way he felt about me. I mean, he had his work and home in Chicago,
and I would be in bum-fucked Hillsboro. Not exactly in another state, but with his schedule, how often could I really expect to see him?
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Noah asked, lifting my chin to look into my eyes.
“I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Do what?”
“Be away from you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Lanie.”
“Yeah, but I am,” I said, pulling my chin from his grasp and straightening myself. “And you’re horny all the time, which is exactly the reason you bought me in the first place—”
I stopped abruptly when I saw his face contort like I’d just slapped him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just … God, it’s killing me, you know?”
Noah sighed. “Yeah, I do,” he said quietly. “But there’s always the weekends, and I’ll make a trip to Hillsboro every chance I get.”
I crossed my arms over my chest in a pout. “Sure, it’ll be that way for a little while, and then you’ll get tired of it and the trips will become more infrequent until you’re just doing it every now and then out of habit. You’ll start to resent me, and before I know it, you won’t be there at all because you’ll have moved on.” I wrapped my arms tighter, hugging myself and already beginning to feel the hole developing in my heart.
“Don’t,” he said, all business.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t start dooming us already.” He ran his hands through his hair in exasperation. “I love you, Lanie. It took me a long time to be able to open myself up like this again, and I’m not about to let you go that easily. I’m yours and you’re mine, and we’re going to make the best of the time we have together. Now get out of the fucking car.”
Noah opened the door and stepped out, holding his hand out for me. My thoughts drifted back to my first night there, when I would never have been able to imagine what we’d since become to each other. I took his outstretched hand, a symbol that we were in this thing together and that together we would find a way to make it work.
I’d no sooner stepped onto the ground than Noah snatched me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me up the steps to the door. I giggled, no longer feeling the pangs of separation, content to live in the moment. If little stolen moments were all we had for the time being, I was going to live them to the fullest and hope for the best.
Once we were inside, Noah carried me to his office, opened a drawer, and pulled something out that I couldn’t see since I was hanging upside down, face-to-face with the Ridonkabutt. All the blood was rushing to my head, but the view was fabulous, so I wasn’t complaining.
“What are you doing?” I laughed.
“You’ll see,” he said, then turned to leave the office.
Up the stairs and down the hall he carried me. I knew the route well; he was taking me to the bedroom for some happy-happy, joy-joy playtime. When he finally set me down on my feet, the blood drained from my head and flowed back into the rest of my body, making me suddenly dizzy.
“First things first,” Noah said, steadying me. In his hand was a ruler. “If you’re going to be bragging about me, I think you should have the facts.”
“A ruler?” I questioned.
He smirked. “Right. Perhaps a yardstick would be more appropriate?”
He wanted me to measure his penis? And so the egomania begins …
I shrugged. If you can’t beat ’em, might as well join ’em. Plus, I was more than a little curious to know the exact number myself.
I took the ruler and reached for his pants.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Noah stopped me, taking a step back. “You can’t measure it limp, Delaine. You have to wait until I’m hard.”
“Hmm, I see,” I said, and then closed the gap between us. “Well, let’s see if we can’t take care of that. In the interest of presenting the facts, that is.”
I backed him up against the wall and began kissing along the length of his neck. At the same time, I cupped him through his jeans and massaged his cock. Even limp, he was still an impressive size, but it didn’t take long before the bulge in his pants grew thick and hard under my manipulations. I couldn’t help the self-satisfied grin that spread across my face.
Noah moaned. “You’re … very talented.”
“I have a great teacher.” I took a step back and made fast work of his pants. “I think you’re up to snuff now, big boy.”
The Wonder Peen sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around it, steadying it so that I could take a proper measurement. I was impressed. Like, really impressed. Noah measured in at a little over nine inches and all that, had been inside me, and was about to be inside my ass. Admittedly, I was a bit intimidated.
“And there you have it,” he said with a cocky grin and a twinkle in his eye. “Proof that your boyfriend’s cock truly is the holy grail of penises everywhere.”
I rolled my eyes and tossed the ruler to the side. “Just how much of that speech did you hear?”
“All of it.” He stepped toward me and took the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head.
“And now you’ve got a big head over it, huh?” I asked, unbuttoning his shirt. I kissed the newly exposed skin, inhaling his scent and memorizing each indentation of the muscles in his chest.
“Well, I think we just proved that, now didn’t we?” He kicked his shoes off and reached forward, flicking the clasp at the front of my bra and releasing it so that the straps could fall down my arms. “And it’s all yours, baby,” he said before cupping my breasts and suckling at one of the nipples. “Jesus Christ, I want you so fucking bad.”
It didn’t take either of us much longer to have the other completely undressed, and before I knew it, I was sprawled out on top of the bed with Noah’s head between my thighs.
“Mmm, you taste so sweet, kitten,” he mumbled against my soaked flesh.
His tongue flicked at my clit rapidly before he covered it with his mouth and sucked gently, all while still manipulating it with his very talented tongue. I brought my knees up and closed my thighs around his head, moaning at the sensation of his scruffy beard against my sensitive skin as he worked me over. Two fingers pushed and pulled inside me, while two more worked my back entrance. He was priming me for the invasion, so I relaxed as much as I could, enjoying the other sensations he gave me as a distraction. Before long, I found myself actually pushing forward to meet the thrust of his fingers, wanting even more.
“Yeah, you want it, too, don’t you?” I could only whimper in response. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’m going to give it to you. I just need to make sure you’re ready first.”
I came hard, rocking my hips back and forth and then stiffening as the orgasm took over my body and rendered me unable to move. Noah carefully removed his fingers and crawled up the bed to lie on his side next to me. Tender kisses were placed along my shoulder and neck until my breathing finally evened out and I could see straight again. Noah gathered me up into his arms and turned me so that my back was to him. And then he entered me from behind, in the traditional sense.
He made love to me slowly—holding me tight as he whispered words of admiration and love into my ear.
“I love you so much,” I told him, kissing the palm of his hand, because it was one of the very few parts of him to which I had access.
“I know you do, baby.” He nuzzled the sensitive skin on the back of my neck. “I love you, too. Jesus, you feel so unbelievably good.”
But I could give him more. “Noah, I’m ready,” I told him, sensing he was waiting for my permission before going any further.
“Are you sure?” He kissed along the length of my neck to my ear. “I want to … really fucking bad, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You and I both know that you could never hurt me,” I reassured him. “Please?”
Noah reached over me and grabbed the bottle of lubricant he’d brought up from his office. He didn’t pull away from me as he squirted a little on his fingertips and then spread it ar
ound my rear opening. All the while, he was still moving inside me.
“This will be a first for me, too,” he whispered, kissing my shoulder. He pulled out of me and began to coat himself with the lubricant.
“You’ve never done this before?” I asked, stunned.
“No. So if it hurts too much, I need you to tell me. Okay?” I could feel the head of his dick at my entrance, applying a little pressure.
I nodded, holding my breath because I was nervous, but I really wanted this first for both of us. Finally, something he and I would have that no one else could ever take away.
I felt him push forward slowly, more pressure. And then with one very quick, very short thrust, he was inside me. I gasped at the burning sensation and stiffened, holding my breath once again and willing the fire of the stretching pain to subside. Tears sprang to my eyes unbeckoned, like a little girl who’d just fallen and scraped her knee, only this was so much bigger than that. My body’s natural instinct was to push him out, but I held still and squeezed my eyes shut instead, unwilling to move or breathe for fear it would only make it worse.
“Breathe, kitten. You have to breathe.” Noah’s strained voice was almost a whisper as his shaky hands stroked my arms lovingly and peppered my shoulders with tender kisses. “Just breathe and try to relax. It’ll get better.”
