I moaned into the kiss, opening for him, letting our tongues flick and brush together. He pressed me into the wall, shoving at me with his hands and hips. There wasn't an inch of space between our bodies. He ravished my mouth until it felt bruised and swollen, until I was breathless with need.
His knee pressed between my legs, parting my thighs and hiking up the hem of my skirt. Without meaning to, I found myself grinding down against the rough fabric of his jeans. He cupped my ass, giving it a squeeze, before taking my leg and wrapping it around his hip.
I knew I shouldn't have let him pull me into the backroom. I definitely shouldn't have given in to his kiss. It was too late now. I was wet and swollen and aching. I let out a shuddering breath as his fingers explored my folds through my thin cotton panties. He slipped a single finger under the elastic and pushed into me. My mind shut off, all my inner protests ceasing.
"So fucking tight," he growled into my mouth. "Can't wait to feel you squeezing and pulsing around my cock."
My inner muscles clenched down even harder at those words. I felt him twitch in his pants, filling out, expanding. With shaky hands, I hurriedly unzipped his pants, my mouth watering as his heavy length fell into my hands. I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking up and down with soft touches. The heat of him, the hardness of him in my hands, was maddening. He was absolute perfection.
Noah groaned and tangled my hair in his hand, tilting my head back to meet his gaze.
"I'm going to fuck you now." His dark eyes pierced into me. "I'm going to bury myself so deep inside that tight pussy you'll feel me for days."
Noah spun me around until my front was pressed against the wall. He took my hips in his hands and pulled me back until my ass was grinding against him. He flipped my skirt up, baring me to the cool air. I shivered. He ran a warm hand up and down my back, no doubt feeling every tremble, every shake.
"You need something?" he murmured in my ear.
I nodded my head, shuddering. I felt him take himself in hand, rubbing the head against my wet folds. The texture of the tip was different, and I knew he'd put on protection.
"You know what I want to hear."
"Please," I whined. I placed both palms firmly against the wall, pushing back against him. "I can't…"
"Beg me," he demanded.
"I need you," I whimpered.
"Louder."
"Everyone will hear."
"I know."
"Noah!"
"I told you. I'm going to fuck you hard and deep."
"God, yes, please."
"But I'm not going to do it unless you beg me."
I inhaled sharply as a wave of lust spiked through me.
"Do it, Noah," I said, repeating my previous words.
"Tell me exactly what you want."
I turned my head and met his eyes. The dark intensity sent shivers coursing through me.
"I want you to ruin me."
With a single thrust he stabbed himself into me. I choked back a shout as my folds parted around him, my insides fluttering and struggling to accept him. No matter how many times he fucked me, each and every time I forgot how big he was. He would shove himself inside me and I'd remember the delicious fullness, the sweet ache of being stretched to my limits.
Arching my back, I rocked my hips against his, wanting him to move. Noah complied with my unspoken desire, snapping his hips forward and pushing himself further inside me, burying himself deep like he said he would. Small cries and whimpers left my mouth as he did it again and again, pulling out then pushing in, penetrating me deeper each time, making me take all of him.
My mouth hung open, trying to take in gasps of air. My arms scrambled at the rough wall in an effort to keep my balance. My hair flew everywhere as my head tossed back and forth in ecstasy.
His fingers dug into my hips, bruising my skin just as thoroughly as he bruised my lips. His shifted his hips and found a perfect spot inside me, making my eyes fly wide open, making me cry out. He continued pounding me, hitting the spot over and over with long, hard strokes meant to drive me crazy. Meant to ruin me.
