by Zara Cox
This time when she tried to get up, he didn’t protest. Raising herself on her elbow, she cupped his cheek, gloried in the roughness of his stubble as he turned his head to kiss her palm.
“Fuck me, Noah.”
His breath shuddered out. “Shit. I thought it was cute and sexy when you blushed before you said fuck. Hearing you say it like that makes me so fucking hard.”
He reefed the thermal top over his head, ruffling his thick hair in the process so it flopped over his forehead. The combination of his heart-stopping face and deep, mouth-watering chest was too much. She gasped in a euphoric breath at all that incredible maleness.
He stopped and stared at her. “What?”
“You’re breathtaking.”
A faint flush spread across his cheekbones. “I think you win the gorgeous stakes hands down, sweetheart.” He pushed her back down, his gaze drifting over her legs that were still propped on his naked chest and up over her flat belly to her breasts. He lingered there long enough for his stare to cause a heated reaction.
Her nipples puckered into hard, insistent nubs begging for the attention his eyes promised.
“Your nipples are so pretty. I want to lick them for hours.”
Her back arched in direct reaction, offering them up to him in silent plea. He refused, choosing to kiss her feet again, her ankles, her calves until he reached her thighs.
Finally he parted her and saw her underwear for the first time. Sliding his forefingers underneath the edges, he rubbed his thumb over the material.
“Interesting lingerie,” he commented.
“It’s...it’s what I do. Design them, I mean.” He raised curious eyes to her and she groaned and shook her head. “Later, please. I’ll tell you later.”
He smiled. “Just get on with it?”
“Please,” she gasped.
“You will learn patience, Leia Michaels.”
“Yes, Noah,” she responded in her most agreeable voice. Anything to make him hurry and put his hands and his mouth on her.
“Fuck. You’re determined to cut me to shreds, aren’t you?”
She frowned. “What? Why?”
He shook his head. “Never mind. We’ll explore that later, too.” He kissed the sensitive skin of her inner left thigh, his eyes fixed square on hers, absorbing her every reaction. Her mouth dropped open on a wordless gasp as he used his teeth, then his stubble on her quivering flesh.
“Do you like that?”
She nodded jerkily.
“Vocalize. I don’t hear, you don’t get.”
“Yes, I like that. I want more.”
He started to turn his head, then paused with his mouth inches above her mound. He breathed her in, swallowed hard as his eyes connected with hers.
“You smell incredible, baby. I can’t wait to taste you.”
She curbed the urge to scream for him to do it now. She was learning very quickly that fast and hard didn’t meant the same thing to him as it did to her. She would be lucky if he allowed her to come this side of sunset.
She moaned, half in frustration as he lazily kissed his way down her right thigh. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her back arching off the bed when he grazed his chin over her clit.
“God!”
Moving her hips, she tried to connect with him, desperate for the friction, hell anything to ease the pressure building inside her. She almost cried in relief when he grabbed her panties and pulled them off.
But when she started to part her thighs again, to eagerly accommodate him, he pressed her legs together.
“No!”
“Not yet, sweetheart. The way you’re feeling right now, if I use my mouth on you, you’ll come.”
She slammed her head against the pillow in frustration. “Isn’t that the whole point?”
His mocking laugh made her teeth grind. “Just a little longer, baby.”
“You really need to look up the definitions for fast and hard. What you’re doing right now is most definitely not it.”
Hard hands kept her legs together as he raised them high. Her heart hammered and a tinge of embarrassment bled into her at the knowledge that with her exposed this way, he couldn’t miss how wet or hot she was.
“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
The breath she hadn’t noticed was locked in her lungs burst free. He blew a cool breath over her and she jerked. A finger slid up her entire pussy, light, barely grazing her heated flesh but she felt it in every atom of her being. He repeated he action, grazed past her clit. It wasn’t enough to send her over the edge but it was enough to make stars burst behind her closed lids.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, Leia.”
“But you are! You’re taking forever and you promised me fast and hard. I’m going out of my mind. Please, Noah. Fuck me.”
He didn’t respond. Just continued to slide his finger up and down, dragging her shameful stickiness all over her pussy while crooning beautiful words to her in that deep, low voice that added another pleasure dimension to her already-heightened state.
He finally let her legs go and reared between her thighs. Keeping his eyes on her, he slowly licked the finger slick with her wetness then slowly inserted one finger inside her. “I like hearing you beg but I won’t be hurried. You think you don’t but you need time. You need care. I don’t want this to be a quick blitz across your memory. You’re special. Your body needs to remember how special it is.” He slowly withdrew his finger and pushed it back in. Her internal muscles closed greedily around him. He groaned and his Adam’s apple moved in a hard swallow. “Will you give it a little more time? Is it worth it to you?”
“God...yes.”
“Good girl.”
He pulled out and pushed back in, this time with another finger. A shudder raced down her body. She rocked her hips, felt him stretch her and cried out.
“Dammit!”
She raised a heavy head and stared at him. The rigid look on his face made her heart stutter with apprehension. “What? Did I...did I do something wrong?”
“You want me to fuck the shit out of you. But you’re so fucking tight I seriously doubt I can get my cock more than a couple of inches inside of you.”
She whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please. It’ll be fine...”
He relaxed a fraction and a half smile twitched his mouth. “You sound so certain. Have you been experimenting, sweetheart? Stretching this sweet little cunt with your naughty toys to see how much you can take? Or did you touch yourself? When the hunger got too much, did you finger-fuck that tight paradise, desperate for relief?”
She shuddered at the dark pleasure in his tone. “Yes. I needed...something.”
“Did it help?” He pushed his fingers in and her focus hazed.
A blushed burned her face and she bit her lip and shook her head. “It wasn’t...enough. I needed more.”
“I want so very badly for you to show me but for the sake of both our sanities I think we’ll leave that for another time.”
Chapter Nineteen
Using the broad width of his tongue he licked her from hole to clit, careful not to flick against her throbbing nub. But it was more than enough to drive her precariously close to the edge.
As if he sensed just how close she was, he pumped his fingers fast, once, twice, then withdrew.
Convinced she was about to die from the sheer torture, she concentrated on restoring oxygen to her severely deprived lungs and turned to watch him reached toward the side of the bed.
Locating the box of condoms on the bedside table, he ripped it open and tipped the contents onto the bed.
“That should do for starters.”
Shocked laughter fractured up through her throat. “There must be over a dozen there.”
“We have twelve hours before we fly to Vienna. I intend to spend all of it buried balls-deep inside you.”
He passed her one condom and reached for his belt. Undoing it, he slowly lowered the zipper, his face creased in a taut grimace. In one flui
d move he tugged off his trousers and boxer briefs.
His cock was smooth. And straight. And long. Two thick veins ran from the base and stopped beneath his broad, golden brown head. There were no white marks around his neatly groomed crotch or hips, which meant he was no stranger to sunbathing in the nude.
Her eyes were drawn back to his thick, heart-stopping length and her breath stuttered out. He was magnificent. Before the trip was over, she promised herself, she would lick every single inch of that beautiful organ.
“Unless you want nine inches of hard cock rammed down your throat, you want to stop looking at me like that right now.”
A fresh blush burned up her face. “Oh!”
He plucked the condom from her fingers, tore it open and stroked it on, his face contorting in a tortured grimace that unbelievably heightened her own arousal.
Piercing blue eyes raked her from chest to crotch and she barely breathed as he prowled, large and magnificent over her. He trailed his hand up her torso to her throat and slid his fingers into her hair. Holding himself above her with his other hand beside her head, he looked deep into her eyes.
“You want to know what I like, Leia?” he asked in a low, deep growl.
“Yes,” she responded, secretly grateful for the guidance.
“Your nails, I want to feel them. And that stud. Use it.”
“Okay.”
Lifting her hands she slid them up his sleekly muscled arms. He stayed where he was, his gaze unwavering as she explored the smooth, hot skin beneath her fingertips.
She reached his shoulders, felt the weight of his expectancy and dug her nails into his flesh.
He gave the tiniest of jerks but he didn’t move. “Harder.” The harsh order made her wetter, her breath coming out in pants. She dug her nails in deeper and his eyes darkened. Leaning down he smashed his mouth on hers, devouring her with ruthless need. His arm lay heavy between her breasts, anchoring her down to receive his full possession.
When she’d dared to imagine herself in this position, if not completely free of her ghosts then at least at a far enough distance, she’d never imagined she would be okay with being restrained like this.
Noah’s strength and virility was undeniable. Fully unleashed he would overwhelm and devastate. And yet...
She squirmed, anticipation at fever pitch as she finally felt him nudge her entrance with the broad head of his cock.
Wrenching his mouth from hers, he watched her face as he eased inside her slick heat. Tight muscles stretched, took an inch of him, then two.
Then the burn began. She tensed, gasping as tears prickled her eyes.
“Shit, I’m too much for you.” Jaw tight, he started to withdraw.
“No!” Leia clamped her legs around his waist.
“Easy, baby. Look at me.” He angled her face up to his. His eyes compelled her, branding his words into her fevered senses. “I’m going nowhere, I just need to take this slower. When things get rough between us - and they will - it’ll be because we both want it, not because I’m careless. Okay?”
Breath rushing out, she gasped, “Okay.”
He pulled out, slicked the length of his cock through her wetness and slowly pushed back in. Stars danced across her vision as he filled her once more. She heard him groan and realized she’d dug her nails in deeper.
Knowing she’d pleased him made her relax. He slid in deeper and her thoughts fractured. Leia melted into the bed as he rocked in and out at a steady pace. Delirium washed over her, the walls of her pussy feeling each thrust as if he meant to imprint his body inside her. She began to shake, the long held-out orgasm encroaching much too soon.
“Holy hell, Leia. You feel unbelievable. So fucking tight and lush.”
Her back arched off the bed as sensation ripped through her. His mouth slid down her jaw to her neck, nipping at her throat in erotic bites that exploded along each nerve ending. He pushed deeper. The burn stroked the edge of pain.
“Noah.”
He tensed and whispered in her ear, “Use the word if you need to, sweetheart.”
She shook her head. The pain had dissolved, leaving behind incredible pleasure. “I don’t. More. Please.”
Wanting to feel more of him, she slid her hands down his torso, remembering to use her nails as he’d instructed. A full body shudder raked through him.
“Fuck. I could get addicted to you.” He bit her earlobe, then raised his head and took her mouth in another potent kiss. He didn’t stop until her mouth burned and her lungs were starved of air. “Are you ready to come for me?”
Her fingers gripped his waist and dug in. “Yes!”
“How hard, baby? How bad is it?”
She twisted her hips, her skin ready to burst with the force of the pressure building inside her. “Bad! Oh God, I can’t...Noah!” She screamed when he stopped moving.
He trapped her arms between his own and pressed down on her with is body. “Shhh. No, don’t move.”
“Why?” she cried plaintively.
He tasted her mouth and raised his head to look down at her. “You’re so fucking hot. I want to make this worth it for you.”
“I just want to come. Please.”
“Stay still then. Now take a deep breath and hold it.”
“No...”
“Yes.” His tone brooked no argument.
Swallowing the protests that built, she obeyed, pulling precious air into her lungs.
“Good girl. Now feel each stroke of my cock inside you. In a few seconds you’ll want to exhale. Don’t. Let me fuck you a little while longer.” One hand slid beneath her and cupped her ass, tilting her pelvis to receive his next plunge.
Pressure and pleasure trebled, her every nerve zeroing in on this wild sensation building between her legs. He watched her, absorbed in whatever expression had taken over her face. “I can feel your heartbeat in your pussy. You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?”
She let her eyes answer for her and saw the approval in his eyes.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “Almost there.”
Her lungs burned and her fingernails dug into his waist. He slid almost all the way out, leaving only his cockhead inside her. Then lowering his mouth to hers, he breathed, “Come, Leia. Now.”
His hard thrust sent her over the brink, the edges of her consciousness blurring as almost painful ecstasy roared through her.
“Fuck!” he roared as she clamped around him, then milked him in hard spasms. Leia had no comparison to the sensations rolling through her but she had a brief glimpse of what it felt like to die with bliss.
Noah rode the wave with her, his groans harsh and beautiful as he continued to thrust hard and fast.
After endless minutes, she started to drift to earth, her shudders still strong enough to rock the bed. But Noah wasn’t done.
He continued to fuck her, the sounds decadent and dirty, his hands rough, unsteady caresses as his breath grew harsher.
In a bold move, she raised her head and slicked her tongue over his collarbone, her stud abrading his flesh. When he groaned deeper, she repeated her action harder, using the rough edge of the diamond on his throat.
“Shit! I’m coming.” The words were a deep, guttural rumble. His sweat sheened body bucked hard and he gripped her tighter. He pulsed thick and hot, his cock thickening as he spent himself inside her. After several minutes, he turned his head and kissed her jaw, his breathing still harsh and ragged.
Angling her head, she looked at him. A lock of hair was plastered to his forehead, his face still caught in the afterburn of spent passion. But his eyes were wide open, fixed square on hers with an intensity that robbed her of breath.
“Noah...”
His eyes darkened, and when he spoke it was a low, fevered whisper. “I think I’m in serious danger of becoming addicted to you, baby.”
Chapter Twenty
The moment the words left his mouth, he knew he shouldn’t have said them. Especially not seconds after experiencing the most mi
nd-blowing orgasm he’d felt in a long time. From his experience, words like those could go either way.
She would either take them as leave to burrow deeper into his life. Or she would see them as a way to lead him around by his cock, the way Ashley had started to do the moment he’d admitted he was hot for her.
Bitterness encroached and slammed the lid on his memories. He’d been deaf, dumb, and blind to her wiles for a stupidly long time. And he refused to live in that place for a moment longer.
“It’s a good thing you’ll be gone in six days, huh?”
A shadow crossed her face and he thought for a moment he’d upset her. “Yeah,” she replied lightly, her delicate eyelashes sweeping down to stare at his mouth. “Short, hot and fantastic. No room for addictions.” Her eyes met his again, and he saw nothing but carnal anticipation in the endless, mesmerizing grey.
Perversely, a different sort of irritation lanced through him.
Fuck, he was losing his mind. He should be glad she wasn’t reverting to type and angling for more than he could give.
She’d just proved she had the potential to be what he wanted. She could be the near-perfect tool to blunt the edge of his clamoring need. In twenty-four hours, she’d given him the high he’d been craving for over five years.
A high he knew couldn’t exist in his every day life. He needed to take what she was offering. And walk away when they were done. Not get annoyed because she agreed with him.
“I’m a little rusty on after-sex-etiquette. Should I be content with this silence?” she asked.
He refocused on her face—on her words—and was once again struck with the jagged innocence that blasted from her in intermittent waves. He remembered how tight she was...her confession of not having had a good sexual experience.
Fuck. Her age—another thing he’d forgotten about her. Just how many sexual partners had she had? And what did her last one do to her that she was desperate to forget?
The irritation grew, turned darker. He tried to shake it off but it lingered.
Hell...what the fuck was wrong with him?
