by Harte, Marie
“Yes, Noah.”
He turned around to face her feet and straddled her mouth. She’d have to raise her head off the bed to suck him. “Now open those pretty lips. Suck my sac, baby. Show me how sorry you are for being so bad.”
He gripped his cock hard and began stroking off as she took one of his balls into her mouth. Fuck me, but she’s good. “Good little cocksucker, aren’t you?” he rasped, his hand moving faster and faster of its own volition. The need to mark her with himself almost primitive.
She licked his perineum and sucked his sac, lightly grazing his balls with her teeth in a move that made him jolt.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, I’m gonna come hard.” He lowered himself into her mouth more and felt the first explosion of climax hit as she drew his balls deeper into her mouth. “All over you.” He groaned as he jetted on her belly in a white-hot mess.
His orgasm consumed him. The sight of her hairless pussy, those long, slender legs, and that quivering belly now covered in his cum satisfied him in the extreme. When she released him, he rose and turned around, moving back to straddle her thighs.
“You made a mess.” She licked her lips. “But your cock is still hard.”
“Semihard. I’m ready for another go.” If he moved fast enough, he could get his hard-on right back. “But I can wait. You need to come, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes.”
“With Bill?” he asked lazily, still not entirely happy that she would even conceive of going out with another man while he was there.
She groaned. “Noah, I’m sorry, okay? Dinner was repayment for a favor. He passed our inspection on his dinner break. So I felt the need to thank him. That’s all it was. The kiss surprised me.”
“Did it make you wet?” He rubbed his cum in circles over her belly, getting closer and closer to her slick folds.
“No.”
“You sure?” He trailed a finger over her pussy lips, just light enough to drive her insane.
“I’m sure. Dammit, please. Noah, come inside me.” She reached for him, and he levered himself from the bed.
“Not yet.” After grabbing what he needed from his bag, he returned to tie her up nice and proper. Her wrists to the headboard, her ankles to the footboard. Thank God for spindle beds. “I didn’t like you going out with Bill. You got that?”
“Yes.”
“And I don’t like the thought of you in danger. You have to be careful.”
“I thought you were going to hang around to protect me until we found the painting. What happened? Did your little friend put a kink in your plans?”
Cheered that she showed every bit of the jealousy he’d been feeling, he relented enough to fill her in on the new plan. After he put the clamps on.
Digging into his bag, he removed a thin chain that held two adjustable gold clamps on each end. He altered the tightness to go easy on her, but he couldn’t wait any longer to use them. His hard-on returned with a vengeance. He’d done this before only with women he paid, years ago. Professional courtesans who knew what to expect. A shameful period of release during his younger years, when he could no longer hold his sexual demons at bay. But now, to have this woman accept him like this, it meant all the difference.
“First, we’ll put these on you, to teach you lessons about obedience. And loyalty.”
“Noah—” His name ended in a gasp as he applied the clamps.
“God, your tits are perfect.” He couldn’t tear his gaze from the sight of her plump breasts connected by that thin chain. Her nipples were red, taut, and thick beneath the clamps. “You have no idea how sexy you are.”
“They hurt.” But she didn’t moan as she squirmed under the foreign feel.
“Good hurt or bad hurt?”
“Good,” she admitted after a moment. “I feel so sexy in them. With you.”
Their gazes met, and Noah felt another tie to this fascinating woman. “You are sexy. Hot, and incredibly responsive.” He grazed her right nipple with his finger, and her entire body clenched. “I can’t wait to fuck you again.”
“Please. I want you.”
“Not enough.”
“Yes, I do. Please.”
He shook his head, knowing he had to get her there. He moved back to his bag and pulled out a small, slender plug. He applied a healthy bit of lube to it, then returned to the bed. “Not enough, Lara. But soon. Soon you won’t be able to think of anything but me inside you. Anywhere I fucking want to be.”
Chapter Seven
Lara couldn’t breathe as she watched Noah get closer and closer with that tiny dildo. No, not a dildo. A butt plug. She’d always been curious about anal sex but had never engaged, not trusting her partners enough to do it without hurting her. She didn’t know why she trusted Noah, but she did.
With him, everything he wanted to do to her seemed right. It was natural for her to submit to him, and she trusted her instincts. They’d never led her wrong before.
Who knew she had such a thing for kink? She’d never before even been tempted to try clamps or rougher sex. Noah worked her like he knew her, like he owned her.
She trembled, perilously close to coming. “Noah, please.”
The loving look on his face took her aback. Lust and excitement, yes, but affection as well. He might not know it, but the big guy was softening toward her. Not physically, she amended as she stared at his thick erection. So big, and just as aroused as before. But emotionally, he’d started to tear down those walls keeping his feelings at bay.
“With your legs spread, I can see how wet you are.” His raspy voice did strange things to her insides. “That clit is full, baby. You need to come. And those tits. You have no idea how hard they make me. I love your breasts, Lara. You have to be the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Prettier than her?” she had to ask. She still had a hard time believing she’d allowed him to tie her up and give him an orgasm after another woman had walked out of his hotel room.
“Who?” he asked, distracted as he leaned closer to her groin.
Do it, please. She forgot what she’d been saying when he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Primed to explode, she came hard, all over his mouth. And then she felt it, an intrusion into her anus that pinched.
“Hmm. So good.” He licked her and toyed with her clit some more, amping her climax. “Relax and push out while I slide it in.”
Her orgasm ended just as all four inches of the plug seated inside her. She felt full yet empty. Her orgasm had satisfied, but not the way it did with Noah filling her.
“Don’t move. Fuck. I wish I had a camera.”
That startled a laugh out of her, which dislodged some of the plug. It burned a little as it slid out, but when he pushed it back in, it wasn’t so bad.
“Let’s get you used to it, hmm? And while it’s in there, I’m going to eat. I haven’t had dinner yet.”
“What—Oh, not again. It’s too soon.”
But Noah didn’t seem to care. He sucked her clit and tongued her pussy while tugging at the chain holding the clamps. The contrast of pain and pleasure pushed Lara into a strange, sensual world. Her body became one giant pleasure center. Sensation tingled in places leading directly to her core, and as Noah’s demands grew rougher and more intense, she found herself once again on the edge of orgasm.
“Yeah, that’s it. For me. Good girl.” He finally released the chain tugging her nipples only to find the plug. As he ate her, he toyed with it, giving her little thrusts that soon turned into plunging strokes. “Fuck. I need more.”
In seconds he shoved the plug back into her ass and mounted her. He pushed into her pussy one inch at time. She felt so full, so incredibly tight as he wedged himself inside her, that thick cock clenched inside her channel.
“Lara, you feel so fucking good.” He groaned and started thrusting, taking care as he moved with deliberate slowness.
“Noah. Yes, yes.” She couldn’t stop her mewls of pleasure as he took her to a new high. Her enti
re world was different, saturated with Noah and his wicked, arousing touch. She wanted him, all of him, and she gripped with her inner walls and heard him curse again.
She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until she opened them to see him staring down at her with a look of pain. “I’m trying to be gentle, but fuck it all. Baby, I need to move.” He kissed her and thrust deeply. No longer easy, he took her with a rough desperation as he licked and sucked the breath from her.
He broke away from her mouth just as she came hard, shouting out her pleasure. Then he tensed above her and shuddered, coming as well.
They remained joined several moments after, their heartbeats racing. She felt his hot breath on her neck when he tucked his head against her own. Panting and sweating, they were a matched set of satisfied lovers.
“Fuck me. I didn’t think you could be any more perfect. I was wrong.” Noah leaned up on his elbows and kissed her, his touch so light, she barely felt it.
“You’re so sexy.” She sighed and kissed him back. “So big.”
“Not so big now. I filled you up, baby. And I’m all over you. You’re a mess.” He sounded smug and not at all displeased.
“I am. I need a shower.” But she didn’t want to get up. She wanted to look up into his hazel eyes, to watch as they shimmered from brown to green in the light. To watch his lips curl as he looked down at her, sated with pleasure.
“You’re okay?” he asked, his voice gruff, and kissed her again. “I didn’t hurt you, right?”
“Other than the fact my bones melted, I’m good.”
He chuckled and eased up off her, and she felt a sting far from pleasant.
“Shit. I forgot about the clamps.”
To her surprise, so had she.
“This won’t feel good. Sorry.” He removed a clamp and sucked the sting out of her nipple before she could protest. The sensation would have revved her engines again if she hadn’t been so exhausted from their lovemaking. He did the same to the other until she felt like herself again.
“I can’t believe I let you put those on me.” She clenched her ass and grimaced. “Or that in me.”
His grin stirred her affection into something deeper. Something stronger. To her surprise, she saw a dimple she hadn’t seen before on his face. “Noah First. You have a dimple.”
He laughed. “No one but my family has ever seen that dimple, and not for ten years or more. And Lara, if you think the plug is uncomfortable, wait until I’m in there. If I wasn’t so tired from your hot little body, I’d show you right now.”
She blushed. An idiotic reaction, considering what he’d already seen and done to her, but she couldn’t help it. “I’m not sure it’ll fit.”
“Oh, it’ll fit. I’ll lube up real nice for you.” His grin did that thing to her insides again. Butterflies everywhere. “But we need to clean up, and I know you have questions. I sure as hell do.”
With care, he withdrew from her and removed the plug. Then he untied her.
She groaned and moved to rise when he lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing. “Noah.”
“Relax, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He carried her to the hotel bathroom, then preceded to clean her in the shower with gentle hands. To feel his strength, to know he could overtake her yet touch her with such reverence, tipped the scales even further.
Her mind screamed at her to listen. Not love. Just sex! Physical attraction, nothing more here. But her heart refused to listen.
Noah liked the way Lara continued to blush as she stared at him. The woman had a heart of gold; he could see it. She touched him, she really did. Hell, she’d spotted his dimple. When was the last time he’d smiled that wide? Even his own mother hadn’t seen such happiness the last time he’d seen her, over a decade ago. Had Noah ever felt so close to anyone before? He didn’t think so. And what made this entire emotional quagmire even worse was that he felt as if he had an end date stamped to his forehead.
He’d been sent here—and technically, he hadn’t even been sent here, he’d been sent to Superior—to retrieve a rare painting. He had a job and a life in Oregon. Lara had a life and a job in Arizona. But what would he be rushing back to? A life spent watching the past? His present filled with free weights and the new fitness crazes?
“That feels so good,” Lara crooned as he massaged her scalp.
He worked the shampoo in and stood back to let the water rinse it away. Then he let her wash him with the soap, since she kept batting his hands away from it when he tried to clean himself.
“Your body is just beautiful.” She sighed, and he felt himself blush. “Noah, how are you still single? I mean, you’re handsome, built, and smart.” A small pause. “Who was that woman earlier?”
The smile he’d been fighting returned full force. Lara was jealous. He’d bet a lot of money she would see that dimple if she glanced up past his abs. “That was Chloe, a friend of mine.”
Lara whipped her gaze to his. “A friend? What does that mean?”
He coughed to conceal a laugh. He didn’t laugh or smile. Noah did pensive, not cheer and that happy bullshit. But hell, after sex like they’d had, he’d give himself a break. The woman had rocked his world. “Chloe King. She’s a clairaudient and the night manager where I work.”
Lara blinked. “A clair-what?”
“She hears voices. Not like a schizophrenic does, but like a psychic does. Kind of like you do,” he mused. “And she’s my backup.”
“Oh. Your backup.” Lara rubbed soapy hands over his chest and arms. Hell, the woman was making him hard again. It was almost spooky how much he continued to want her. He should have been too tired to get it up.
Her hands moved down, lower, to encircle his stiffening shaft. “Just a work friend?”
He groaned. “Baby, I’m too tired to come again.” Or so he kept telling himself.
“So she’s not just a work-friend?” Lara’s strokes grew more demanding.
His cock thickened, his arousal painfully obvious. “Fuck. No, she’s just a friend. I don’t know her that well, only from working together. Lara, oh shit. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
“So she doesn’t touch you like this?” Lara teased her fingers under him, fondling his sac. She turned him, and the water rinsed off most of the soap, but slick from the water, her hands slid over his flesh like silk. “She doesn’t make you hard?”
“You’re the only one who does that. It’s been so long since I’ve had this much sex. Must be the reason I can’t stop coming around you.” He tried to hold on, but then she grazed the crack of his ass and teased him. She rimmed his ass, then penetrated him with a sharp push. “Oh Lara. Fuck, yes. Yes,” he yelled as he came, his cum landing on the tile before sliding away with the water.
She removed her finger, cleaned up, and reached around him to turn off the water.
Still panting, he needed a minute to recover. A towel brushed against his chest. “No. I wanted to take care of you.”
She ignored his halfhearted attempt to grab the towel. “I think I just took care of you.” She grinned at him. “Now who’s in charge?”
Noah turned and leaned his head back against the shower wall. He groaned as the realization dawned. He was well and truly fucked, because he knew. And now she knew as well. “Oh Christ. You are.”
* * *
He wasn’t pleased. Not at all. When would the bitch learn? He made the rules. He decided how fast and how far they’d go when they finally got around to fucking. The woman he’d treasured for so long, his ideal wife and future mother of his children, was nothing more than a dirty whore. He’d prayed against the idea, not wanting to face the probable truth. She was just like his mother, may the bitch rot in hell.
Enraged, Michael drove back to his house, then walked up the porch steps, ready to kill, when he remembered his current girlfriend lived in an apartment. The old one, the one he’d had so much fun with, lay bagged in the local morgue. He needed to do something. The urge to destroy
overwhelmed him. Killing Cecilia’s lover would help, but the timing wasn’t right. He needed to teach the whore a lesson. He’d wait until she started showing the lovesick signs women always wore when they met a man who pretended to love them back. Then he’d make her watch him kill Finn again. She’d learn a vital lesson. He knew more than most that pain was a great teacher. She would hurt, and she’d learn.
He pushed past the front door and stomped upstairs, all the way to the attic. There he sat and stared at the painting, studying the cruel smile and lying eyes that mocked him even as she dared him to man up and take what he wanted. She was a bitch, yet she listened. He loved for her that, but he hated the way she’d made him fall for her.
