Callous Heir

by Michelle Heard

  I crawl over her, and using my thumb, I pull her lip free from between her teeth, and then I crush my mouth to hers. I pour everything she’s made me feel over the past couple of weeks into the kiss. My tongue caresses hers with hard strokes, and my teeth knead her lips.

  When I break the kiss, her lips are swollen, and her eyelashes are lowered. I move back until I’m kneeling between her legs. Taking hold of my cock, I brush the head over her clit, and the sensations rippling through me almost makes me lose control.

  I pause for a moment, and when my eyes go to Carla’s face, I see that she’s watching me. I rub my cock over her again and watch as she holds her breath. When I pull back, she exhales.

  Glancing down, I position my cock at her entrance. I take hold of her hips and push the head inside. Seeing how she stretches for me makes heat sizzle up my spine.

  My gaze locks on Carla’s face as I push in a little deeper. Emotion washes over her features as if she’s about to cry, and it makes me move over her until I’m bracing myself with my forearms resting on either side of her head.

  Our eyes lock, and her longing and love for me are laid bare in her irises. I push deeper inside her and then press a tender kiss to her mouth. Lifting my head, our eyes meet again, and then I thrust all the way into her. Her lips part on a gasp, and it takes a moment for her to adjust to having my cock inside her. Then a pleading look tightens her features as she murmurs, “I want to touch you.”

  I reach for her wrists and loosen the fabric, freeing her hands. She instantly brings them to my jaw, and lifting her head, her mouth presses against mine. I let her take control of the kiss.

  I don’t move while our tongues dance together. When Carla ends the kiss, I pull my cock out before thrusting back inside her.

  Her eyes never leave mine as she flattens her palms on my chest, and she explores the dips and swells of my torso.

  Only when her hands move to my back, do I pull out again. I pause for a second, and then I drive back into her.

  Every time I fill Carla, her pupils dilate more, and her breaths come a little faster.

  She lifts her legs and wrap them around my ass, making me sink deeper inside her.

  Using one arm to keep my upper body raised above her, I move my other hand to her breast and drink in the feel of her soft skin as I massage her hard nipple.

  My hips begin to move with short but hard thrusts, keeping my pace slow. Carla lets out a whimper and turns her head to my bicep. Her teeth sink into my skin as her body arches against mine.

  I’m so absorbed by her reactions to my cock thrusting inside her that I don’t take in how fast my heart is beating or how shallow and quick my breaths are bursting over my lips.

  In this intimate moment, there’s only Carla.

  I pull out until only the head of my cock is inside her, and then I drive back into her, hard and fast.

  “Ah… Noah,” she moans. Her head tilts back, exposing her throat to me as her arms move to the covers, and she grabs fistfuls of the silky fabric. Her legs slip away from me, and her thighs fall open for me.

  With her body surrendering to me, I drop my hand to her hip and tightening my hold, I begin to thurst harder, picking up my pace. Pleasure begins to spasm down my spine, and it makes me pound into her.

  A throaty moan escapes Carla before her body begins to convulse in my hold. Crushing my mouth to hers, my hips hammer against hers as I chase my own orgasm.

  The release is intense, making my cock feel sensitive as her inner walls grip me tightly. Breaking the kiss, I let out a gasp, and then I’m unable to draw another breath as my body jerks against Carla’s. I drop my forehead to her shoulder as the overwhelming pleasure strips me of my control.

  When the last of our orgasms shudder through us, my body slumps against Carla’s. My breath rushes over my lips, and it takes me a long moment before I finally have the strength to lift myself up.

  My eyes find Carla’s, and I watch as a tear rolls into her hair.

  She brings her hands to my jaw, and lifting her head, she presses a tender kiss to my lips. Then she whispers, “I love you, Noah.”

  This time I get to soak in the warmth of her words as they fold around my heart.

  I’m not yet at the point where I can say the words back to her and instead kiss her before I murmur, “Thank you for never giving up on my stubborn ass.”

  A smile spreads over her face. “Never. You’re stuck with me for life.”

  My lips curve up. “Lucky me.”

  Chapter 13

  CARLA

  When I come out of the bathroom, wearing my t-shirt and panties, I expect to find the bed empty. A burst of happiness flutters through me when I see Noah leaning back against a stack of pillows, with a sheet pulled over his lower half. My eyes drink in the sight of his chest and abs.

  Eye-porn at its best.

  “I can get used to seeing you in my bed,” I tease as I climb in next to him.

  His eyes meet mine, and the dominant look he had while we made love has receded behind his hazel irises. Just thinking about it makes me hot and bothered again.

  He lifts his arm, and I snuggle into his side. When his fingers begin to brush up and down my arm, he says, “I wanted to take it much slower.”

  I let out a chuckle.

  Staring at my dresser, Noah clears his throat, and then he asks, “I didn’t traumatize you, did I?”

  My eyes dart to his as I sit up beside him. “Why would you ask that?”

  His eyes slowly meet mine. “My need to be in control.”

  Instantly a grin spreads over my face. “It was hot. Like supernova hot.”

  The corner of his mouth lifts before a serious expression tightens his features. “Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

  I widen my eyes and pretend to be worried, but then let out a burst of laughter. “I am.”

  Noah relaxes visibly. “With that out of the way, let's talk about you losing your virginity at fourteen. What the fuck?”

  “Yeah, not my proudest moment,” I mutter as I begin to draw patterns on the mattress. “It was a mistake.”

  “Who with? How old was he?” His voice sounds low and… deadly, as if he wants to kill Claudio for daring to touch me.

  Tilting my head, a soft smile tugs at my lips. I lift my hand to Noah’s jaw. “I love your protective side, but it was my fault as well. I said yes.” Dropping my hand, I shrug. “I was young and stupid.”

  “How old was he?” Noah bites the question out.

  “Seventeen.”

  Noah shakes his head, a frown forming between his eyes. “The fucker. Who was it? Give me a name.”

  I shift closer to Noah and give him a pleading look. “It’s in the past. Can we just forget about it?”

  Noah lets out a heavy breath. “You were fourteen, Carla. God, that’s statutory rape.”

  “Not to me.” He still looks like he could kill someone. “Noah,” I whisper. When his eyes lock on mine, I continue, “It didn’t mean anything. It was a mistake.”

  He takes a deep breath, and reaching for my hand, he links our fingers. “Was he the only one?”

  My eyes sharpen on Noah’s face, and when I realize he wants to know if I’ve been faithful to my love for him, my lips curve up. “When I fell in love with you, it was the end of me dating. Yes, I flirted, but no guy ever compared to you.”

  My answer makes a pleased smile form on his lips, then he asks, “Do you masturbate?”

  My eyebrows dart up, and I feel my cheeks flush, but I still nod and tease him, “It might traumatize you to learn how many fantasies you’ve starred in.”

  “Yeah?” Noah murmurs as he lifts a hand to the back of my neck. He pulls me closer, and his lips skim over mine. “I want to see your toys.”

  I let out a burst of laughter. “You’re leaning against them.”

  He pulls a little back, a hot smirk settling on his face. “Pillows?”

  I nod.

  “Yeah?” He leans closer to me, a
nd his teeth tug at my bottom lip, sending a rush of tingles through my body. “Do you rub yourself against them?”

  I nod against his mouth.

  His tongue skims over my lips, and as I open for him, he murmurs, “What do you fantasize about?”

  I slip my tongue into his mouth as my body moves forward. I wrap my arms around his neck as I straddle him. Feeling how hard he is for me sends a tremble through me.

  “I can show you,” I moan against his lips, filled with need for him.

  Noah’s hands settle on my hips. His eyes pin mine, and I watch as he contemplates giving me control, then he murmurs, “Did you picture me naked?”

  His question makes heat pool in my abdomen. I take a deep breath before I nod.

  Desire darkens his eyes, and his fingers curl into my skin. “Show me how badly you wanted my cock inside you.”

  Holy. Shit.

  No fantasy I’ve ever had could prepare me for the real thing.

  I move off the bed, and taking hold of my panties, I push them down my legs. I grab hold of the sheet and pull it away from Noah, exposing his hard cock to me.

  Just as well, I took off my panties because they would’ve gone up in flames at the sight of Noah's body.

  Absolute perfection.

  My gaze meets his. “I can do anything?”

  He nods.

  I climb back over him, and the second my clit rubs over his hard length, a delicious shiver rushes through me.

  I place my hands on his jaw, and leaning forward, I press a kiss to his mouth. As my tongue slips inside his mouth, my palms move down, drinking in the feel of his muscled chest. You’d swear the man was carved from granite. All hard dips and swells.

  My hips begin to swivel, and I grind myself over his cock.

  Noah lifts a hand to the back of my neck, and tilting his head, he takes control of the kiss. It quickly turns into a dirty hot mess, making me rub harder against him.

  His other hand grips hold of my ass, his touch biting at my skin.

  Suddenly he growls, “This fantasy better include penetration, or we’ll have to work on your imagination.”

  “Patience,” I whisper against his lips.

  NOAH

  Patience is not something I have when she’s riding my cock like it’s a mastered skill. She shouldn’t be this good with her lack of experience.

  The thought makes me break the kiss and ask, “How did you get so good at this?”

  Carla’s pussy keeps sliding over my cock, her movements sensual and hot as fuck.

  “Many…” her teeth tugs at my bottom lip, “many nights of fantasizing.”

  “How often,” I hiss as her ass brushes over my balls.

  “Depends,” she murmurs. Her eyes meet mine, and they’re dark with desire. “If you did something I liked, I humped the hell out of that pillow. If you made me angry, it ended up in the corner of the room.”

  Her answer makes me grin.

  “But then there was makeup sex afterward.”

  She presses down hard on me, and her hips begin to move faster, making me hiss, “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” she moans. She takes hold of my hands and places them over her breasts. I hate that she’s still wearing the t-shirt. Covering my hands with hers, she forces me to touch her hard. My fingers dig into the fabric, and I squeeze her breasts together until a deep cleavage peeks from the shirt's collar. I pull the fabric down until it’s under her breasts, pushing them up.

  “I’m going to fuck your breasts,” I growl, and the thought makes my cock jerk against her.

  “Noah,” she whimpers, and it kills me to not take over.

  Carla grinds down on me, and her movements become jerky as her body tightens. Mesmerized, I watch as her lips part, and her eyes drift closed. She lets out a breathy moan, “Ah… God, I’m going to come…” She tilts her head back as her body convulses from the orgasm rippling through her. “Yes… Fuck, Noah.”

  It’s the same as when she had to fake the orgasm for the fear pong.

  The instant her eyes open and they focus on me, I growl, “You will never do that for a dare again.”

  She nods as she begins to move down my legs. My gaze locks on her as her hand closes around the base of my cock, and the moment her mouth sucks me into her wet heat, I know I’m not going to last long.

  Both my hands move into her hair, and I grab fistfuls of her silky strands as her mouth begins to work my cock into a fucking frenzy of heat and lust.

  Tightening my grip on her hair, I begin to thrust into her mouth while biting out, “Grip me harder. Let me feel your nails.”

  She tightens her hold on my cock, threatening to squeeze the orgasm out of me.

  Her teeth scrape over the sensitive head, and when she sucks me so hard, her cheeks hollow out, and her eyes lift to mine, intense pleasure rips a grunt from me. My cock begins to jerk in her mouth as my orgasm seizes my body.

  Once she’s swallowed the last drop, I drag her up my body and crush my mouth to hers. I suck hard on her tongue before I pull back and ask, “That’s your fantasy?”

  “One of them,” she says, a satisfied gleam in her eyes. “It’s going to take us a while to work through them all.”

  I let out a chuckle as I lock her against my chest in a tight hug. “You’re full of surprises.”

  Carla snuggles against me, asking, “Just, so there are no misunderstandings… we’re officially a couple now? Right?”

  Taking hold of her jaw, I lift her face to mine, and I pin her with a scowl. “Yes, so I better not catch you flirting with some sackless dickhead.”

  A wide smile spreads over her face. “You realize what this means, right?”

  “We’re dating?” I grumble.

  Carla shakes her head. “I won.”

  A burst of laughter escapes me. “Yeah? Are you happy with your prize?”

  A loving look softens her features. “You have no idea how happy I am.” Pushing herself closer to me, she presses a kiss to my mouth. “All I ever wanted was to love you.”

  My eyes caress her face as warmth spreads through my heart. “Mine,” I whisper before I claim her lips in a possessive kiss.

  Chapter 14

  CARLA

  The Noah I thought I knew and the Noah I’m getting to know – yeah, two totally different people.

  Holy shit.

  We were up half the night, either talking or making love. I can still feel him between my legs.

  When I walk into the kitchen, Mila, Hana, and Forest are already having coffee.

  “Morning,” I grin at them. I fix myself a cup of coffee, then turn to face them before I drop the bomb, “Noah and I are officially dating.”

  Three equally stunned faces stare back at me. Mila’s the first to find her voice. “Wow. I so did not see that coming.”

  Cocking my head to the side, I ask, “Why?”

  Mila shakes her head, and just as Noah comes into the kitchen, she answers, “He’s not actually the dating kind.”

  Noah grips hold of my jaw, and he presses a hard kiss to my lips before he takes the cup from my hands to take a sip. He hands my coffee back to me, then smiles at our friends. “That’s before Carla wore me down.”

  Forest lets out a sputter of laughter, almost choking on his coffee. Clearing his throat, he says, “I warned you once Carla sets her sights on something, she doesn’t stop.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I like most about her,” Noah chuckles. His phone beeps, and I watch as he reads the message, then he mutters, “Fuck.”

  My eyes lock on him as he dials a number, and then turning away from us, he says to whoever he called, “Are you okay?” He walks down the hallway, and the last I hear is, “If you couldn’t save him, no one could.”

  “His mom,” Mila whispers. “She probably lost a patient.”

  “Oh,” I gasp. I finish my coffee and rinse my cup. “Have a good day, everyone,” I say as I walk down the hallway to Noah’s room.

  I hesitate by his door, not sur
e if I should knock first or if I can just go in.

  The door swings open, and the moment Noah’s eyes land on me, he grabs hold of my wrist and yanks me inside. He shuts the door, and then his body presses hard against mine as he shoves me against the wood. His mouth crashes down on mine, and he kisses me as if he’s been starving for the taste of me.

  I lift my hands to the back of his head, and my fingers get lost in his hair as our tongues duel for control.

  When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathless. He presses his forehead to mine as we take a moment to come down from the high of the kiss.

  I clear my throat and ask, “Are you okay?”

  He nods. “My mom just takes it hard whenever she loses someone.”

  I wrap my arms around Noah’s neck and hug him as tight as I can.

  He slips an arm around my waist, and his other hand grips hold of my ass. Then he grumbles, “God, I want to fuck you right now.”

  I let out a chuckle. “I’m still recovering from last night, and we need to get to our classes.”

  He pulls back, and his gaze locks with mine while a hot smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah? Are you sore?”

  “Just tender.”

  His hand moves to my front and slips between my legs, then he cups me lightly. “Good. That way, you’ll be reminded of my cock inside you all day long.”

  I shake my head. “I underestimated you, Noah West.”

  “Now you understand why I pushed you away,” he murmurs.

  I nod. “I do.”

  He tilts his head. “Do you still want to be with me?”

  I bring my hands to his jaw, and feeling the sharp edges causes a fluttering in my stomach. “More than anything.”

  My words earn me another pleased smile from Noah. He cups me hard between my legs before he pulls his hand away. Reaching for the doorknob, he says, “Let’s get to class.”

  I place my hand against the door, then ask, “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Sure.”

  “Mila said you never dated. Is that true?”

  Noah’s eyes drift over my face. “I tried a couple of times, but it never lasted.”