by Morgan Fox
When the cool air touched her lips, she opened her eyes. Finn’s cheeks were as flushed as hers felt. His heat-filled gaze penetrated into her like a fire-warmed spear and his liquid smile melted her bones. Her knees were wobbly and she was sure she would’ve fallen straight to the floor, if he hadn’t been holding her. After a long moment, he eased back with a ghostly look in his eyes.
“Is something the matter?” A nervous churning started in her belly and sprung out into the muscles of her body.
He shook his head, leaning against the counter. “I had a feeling it would be like this with you. I just didn’t realize what that would mean.”
She grimaced, lost by his words.
Licking his lips, he explained, “Kissing you was better than I could’ve hoped for. Touching you, everything. You kissing me back—mind-blowing.” He paused. “I never expected that.”
At his words, a warm burst of something strange consumed her. “I never expected to be able to kiss you like that. I tried so hard not to,” she admitted.
“I noticed.” He gripped the edge of the counter, as if needing it to support himself. “I’m glad you suddenly found me irresistible.”
She laughed. “Apparently, not just irresistible, but unavoidable. It’s sort of been a battle of the wills.”
“Is that a good thing?” he asked.
“It can be.” She moved around the kitchen, heading for the living room, glancing at him from over her shoulder. “A friendly but competitive game is always fun.”
He placed his hand on her shoulder, to spin her to face him. “Is this all it is, a competitive game?”
She clenched her jaw tight a few times, before answering. “I don’t know what this is.”
He released her and again she moved through his house, exploring room after room as he followed her. She was searching for something. What that was, she wasn’t quite sure. Her feet wouldn’t stop moving, her mind rolling with thoughts as her body roared with need.
She came to a closed door at the end of the hall, her hand pressing against it with hesitation.
“Go ahead. Open it,” he encouraged.
With his permission, she put her hand on the doorknob and twisted. His arm stretched over her, the palm of his hand lying flat on the door as it opened. Her heart revved like a locomotive as her eyes rested on the bed at the center of his bedroom. The room was darkening with the coming twilight, but she could still make out the dark, walnut dressers and nightstands. Silver blue paint coated the walls and a charcoal carpet covered the floors. The bedding was pure white, clean yet expressive in a masculine room.
At any moment, Noble thought her heart would slam so hard against her ribs it would burst right through. The power of need trumped any fear she once had.
I want him.
Now she had one thought on her mind and that was spending an incredible night with Finn Kipling. In his house. In his bed. Alone. Just the two of them.
* * * *
“Finn?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to sleep with me?”
His eyes rounded, as he pressed his shoulder into the doorframe, watching her drag the tip of her finger over the hard wood footboard of his bed. Was this all for sex?
“Is that why you texted me?”
“I didn’t come over here to use you, if that’s what you mean.” She glared at him. “I would never want something from you without giving you something in return.”
His brow rose high on his forehead. “Like a booty call?”
She closed her eyes, looking as if she disliked that he’d referred to their situation as a booty call. He couldn’t help it. He was amused.
“Please just answer the question,” she said. Her timid voice fluttered between them, revealing a hint of her irritation.
He never thought of Noble as a woman who offered herself freely. A man had to earn his place with her. He was hoping he’d done that with her.
He erased the distance between them, towering over her just enough to get her chin to arch upward, her neck to elongate, and her eyes to open wide. The blue was so rich in color.
Breathtaking.
“Noble, I’d welcome the opportunity to be with you.”
Her breath hitched, her hands moving to his chest. “I want that, too,” she muttered, licking her lips. “I’m hesitant over the potential aftermath. I don’t want to regret being with you.”
He took her hands in his, bringing both to his lips to kiss. Regret was the last thing he wanted her to feel. Pleasured. Cherished. Savored. That was more like it. “You have nothing to fear from me. I’ll never hurt you. If you only knew how often I think of you, how many nights I’ve dreamt of you, hesitant and regretful are the last things you’d be.”
A slow budding smile parted her mouth as the pink tip of her tongue slid across her full, tempting lips. “Then maybe you should kiss me again.”
Finn’s heart exploded as he took her mouth harder than before, but still soft enough to drive her to moan with wild bouts of pleasure. He mastered her mouth, hoping to strip away all apprehension. Inhaling deeply, he took her feminine scent into his nose and revealed in it—a fragrance he would never forget as long as he lived.
Greed for more of her robbed him of coherent thought, annihilating his need for going slow. Instead, he wanted unbound passion. He wanted to show her how good it could be with him, how much she’d want to be with him again.
Get control. Focus on the now.
Groaning, he gripped the edge of his shirt and hauled it upward, yanking it up over his head and tossing it to the floor.
He motioned to collect her back into his arms, but she held her hand out, pressing it firmly against his chest. As he studied her, he appreciated her hungry gaze, knew her eyes were taking their fill of him. She arched a brow. “You look even better than I imaged you would.”
A warm burst of pride filled his chest. “I’m glad you approve.”
Taking his lead, she turned, offering her back to him. He moved in to kiss her neck, grateful that her hair was up in a gorgeous bun, exposing all her delicate, smooth flesh for his gluttonous mouth. Her long, elegant neck called to him. Ravenous for a taste, he licked and kissed every inch of her skin, while his fingers worked the zipper of her dress. He needed more, more of her body, more of her flavor, more of her sexy-as-hell mouthwatering fragrance that engulfed him like an addictive drug he couldn’t get enough of.
Damn, I never expected to want her like this.
His fingers massaged the muscles of her neck as he swept the fabric of her dress off her shoulders. The material slipped down her body, teasing his eyes with the sight of her black lace bra and panties. She stepped from the gathered fabric around her feet, keeping her seductive heels on.
Gripping her shoulders, he spun her to face him. Instantly, he knelt down, kissing the swell of her breast and sliding his finger along the lacy material, seeking her nipple. When he found it, he tugged the bra down enough to expose her breast. He tongued her, licking the nipple and then gently sucking. Not hard. Just right. Her moans encouraged him to continue. Her hand gripping the back of his head demanded it.
Reaching around her, he unclasped her bra and freed her beautiful breasts of the restraint. Her breasts fit perfectly in his hands, and as he massaged them, he gently pinched the nipple between his index finger and thumb, cupping and caressing her all at the same time.
When she gripped his cock through his pants, he practically came up on his toes and thrusted himself against her. Damn, how he wanted to be inside her, taking her hard, and making her come. He was so turned on by her, he didn’t think he could hold out much longer, especially when her other hand moved to unfasten his belt, pop open his pants, and slide down his waist.
Control. Get control.
Her small hand wrapped around his shaft, and he bit the inside of his cheek to contain his groan. She stroked him, exploring his firmness. She glanced up for a moment to meet his gaze, her eyes liquid with desire. “Take them o
ff,” she rasped, pulling her hand free to help him shove his pants down.
When he rose, she was easing her panties down her legs and moving backward toward the bed. She positioned herself on it, keeping her legs together. His mouth watered, craving a taste of the moist flesh between her legs. He didn’t go down on a lot of women. The world was a shady place, and the women who generally sought him out were not like Noble.
Looking her over, he was sure he’d never seen a woman as breathtakingly gorgeous. She was stunning, more ravishing than he could’ve ever dreamed. His cock hardened to the point of pain.
Growling under his breath, he stalked to the nightstand and pulled out a condom and tossed it onto the bed beside her. When she reached for it, he shook his head. “Not yet.”
Her eyes rounded, leaving the golden foil wrapper beside her.
With his tongue thick in his mouth, he stepped up to the side of the bed and clasped her ankles, cradling his hands up her toned calves and over her thighs, coming back to her knees to encourage her to relax. She did, but only a little. He caught the uncertain look in her eyes.
“Have you ever been so thirsty that you didn’t think anything would ease that feeling?”
She nodded.
“That’s how I feel about tasting your pussy, Noble. I want to pleasure you this way so damn much.”
She licked her lips. “I’ve never—” She closed her eyes, her expression strained.
“Has no man ever done this to you?”
She shook her head.
I’ll be the first.
“I’ve only ever been with selfish asshats and quick fucks.”
He didn’t like hearing that she’d been with other men. Not that he was jealous. He actually didn’t know why it troubled him. Maybe it’s because she made him work hard. He liked that she’d been selective and had finally chosen him.
“Lucky me,” he said, his voice a grumble of satisfaction. “I don’t plan for this to be quick and I’ll make it worth the wait. I promise.”
After a moment, she relaxed a little. With his hands on her inner thighs, he parted her enough to work his shoulders down.
Positioning himself on the bed between her spread legs, he kissed a trail up her thighs and along her pelvis. His cock punched against the bed at the view of her groomed, almost bald, and glistening pussy. God, help me. Her heady scent was driving him mad, and he longed to be fucking her with his tongue and fingers, tasting her juices as he heard her cries of pleasure. But he couldn’t rush things. He needed to savory her.
He parted the folds of her pussy to see everything. She was drenched and once again his pride surfaced. He had done that for her and he was going to make her even wetter. He swirled his finger over her moisture and teased slow, circular strokes over her clit. She arched the second he touched her. Leaning closer, he flicked his tongue over her sensitive button, gauging just how ready she was to feel his entire mouth feast on her.
For a time, he just explored her with his fingers, but he couldn’t wait any longer. In unison, he clamped his mouth over her clit and sank a finger into her pussy. She cried out, feeling him fuck her and suck her in rhythm. As if in approval, she parted her legs further, giving him all the access he needed to satisfy her. He tasted her thoroughly, while his finger dipped in and out of her. When her hands wandered to his head, her fingers weaving in his hair, he added a second digit.
Damn, she’s tight.
Fluttering moans rolled from her throat, her head whipping from side to side on the bed. “Oh, God,” she cried.
He sucked enough to feel her tight button press against his lips, his tongue teasing over it each time he pulled it back into his mouth. He could feel her sheath tightening around his fingers as he moved them in and out of her pussy. She was close.
Then she cried out, her thighs clamping around his face as she came. Her hands gripped his hair, pulling as he wrung every drop of cream from her body. Heaven. Slipping his fingers from her pussy, she slowly let the tension fall away, her body relaxing against the mattress. He crawled up on top of her and smiled. Her eyes were closed, her breathing labored. When her eyes fluttered open, his smile grew.
“Worth the wait?”
A lopsided grin played at the corner of her mouth. “Maybe.” She laughed softly. “We might have to try a second time to make sure.”
His smile vanished. “If you think you can handle it.”
She grabbed the golden foil from beside her hip and held it between them. “Let’s find out.”
“Open it. Put it on me,” he demanded, bucking his cock between her legs as a reminder of just how hard he was, how ready.
She tore it open and reached down between them, placing it at the head of his cock and rolled it into position. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her now rosy cheeks only made her more beautiful.
Then, something he hadn’t expected, she flipped him over and straddled his hips. Her eyes heavy with desire, she muttered, “My turn to show you pleasure.”
She placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy and sank down, inch by delicious inch. Her tight sheath squeezed him, reminding him how much he’d missed sex with someone who was more than just a fuck. He wasn’t ready to contemplate it, but he was sure he wanted more than just one night with Noble.
As she grinded against him, his thoughts were stripped away. Her athletic body gave her total power over him. With him on his back, she moved up onto her feet and into a squatting position, then sank down on him. He held his breath as he studied the space between their joined bodies and watched as she took him into her pussy. She was so small and he was so large, but somehow they fit and she seemed to get off on it. On him.
Her hands were on her thighs as she moved up and down on him. The only thing touching him was her pussy. She was magnificent and he was about to come so hard he thought it might blind him. Before he did, he wanted to take her another way, have her pinned beneath him, taking her from behind so he could cradle her sweet ass in his hands as he plowed his cock into her pussy.
But when he moved to grab her hips, she swatted him away and just fucked him.
“Hands behind your head,” she barked. “I told you, it was my turn to pleasure you.”
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop. Watching you…it’s fucking hot.”
“Good. That was the intention.”
He ground his teeth together. The competition to make the other come hard was starting to ravage his brain, and no matter how much he tried to hold out, he couldn’t. He finally gripped her hips and pulled her down, coming with a gut wrenching force that robbed him of breath. Bucking, he emptied himself into her. Then he stopped moving and dropped his hands to the bed, closing his eyes.
He cracked open one eye as she lowered herself beside him on the bed, laying on her back with her hands over her face.
“You okay?” he asked, hoping she wasn’t already regretting their time together. He had plans to spend the rest of the night exploring each other.
“Yes. But my legs are shaking and my muscles are on fire.” She laughed. “Nothing like two hundred isolated squats to keep in shape.”
He rose up on one elbow, facing her. “You counted?”
She lowered her arm, letting it fall between them. “You don’t?”
He chuckled. “No. Usually, I’m enjoying what I’m doing too much to count.”
She squeezed her lips closed and narrowed her gaze on him, as if thinking deeply. “Oh, I’ll try that next time.”
His mouth fell open.
Her pursed lips moved into a full-fledged smile. “Gotcha.”
He rasped a hearty laugh. “That was really uncool and not funny at all.”
“I don’t know. I thought it was pretty funny.”
“So it’s going to be a competition even in bed with you, I see. Fitness, stubbornness, and now fucking.”
She grinned. “I do excel at most things.”
“All right. How about a friendly competition tonight?”
Her brow rose high on her forehead. “Go on.”
“I bet I can last longer than you. I bet you wear out first.”
She sat up in bed and reached out her hand. His eyes drifted over her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and he was ready to taste them once more. “Game on, quarterback,” she told him and he gladly shook her hand.
I’m so going to win.
Chapter Seven
Noble was caught in euphoria, and she couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed being with Finn. He was funny, charming, and he didn’t seem like the douche she’d originally thought he was. Being with him was different. Not to mention, he fucked like a god.
So there’s that.
She was sure she was going to need vaginal replacement surgery when she was done having sex with Finn. He was huge and she was…inexperienced. She had passion and desire, sure, but he had a cock that made her eyes swell and her pulse race. Thank goodness he’d used his fingers on her before he’d used his weapon of mass destruction.
She wasn’t nervous anymore as she kissed his chest and roamed her hands all over his body. In fact, it was just the opposite. She was giddy with need and lust, feeling happy and excited to be living without apprehension. Or regret. Thank goodness she’d come to her senses and allowed herself to have a taste of him. She would’ve missed out on the best orgasm of her life.
Finn took care with her, making sure she came before he did, and more than he did. River had never given a shit if she had an orgasm. Technically, the only time she had ever come before was when she’d masturbated.
Finn rolled her to her back and put on a fresh condom. She parted her legs as he cradled down between her hips, entering her. She arched as he moved inside her. Hooking her feet around his hips, she matched him, thrust for pounding thrust.
“Damn,” he muttered. “You feel so good.”
He crushed his face against her, kissing her neck and collarbone, and he continued to buck his hips. Her entire body shook as he glided over the spot inside her that she’d heard could make a woman come during sex, but she’d never experienced just how gratifying it was until now. Her body pulsed, tightening like a rubber band. And just like that, it snapped. She cried out, gasping as she went over the edge, coming in mind-numbing fury.
