Not a bad reaction, if I do say so myself.
“I tried to show you, Noelle. Last night, when you caught me coming out of the shower… if you had let me drop my towel and shown you my starling, maybe you would’ve had an easier time understanding just how much I worship you.”
I worship her. After everything I’ve learned of her… the strength she’s shown in her recovery after the hell those monsters put her through… the woman watching me with a touch of defiance and fear even as she mouths off to the man holding her captive this Christmas… I fuckingworshipNoelle. She’s the one on her knees in front of me, but if she asked it of me, I’d trade places with her in a heartbeat.
At my invitation, she ghosts her fingers over the tattoo. I have to clench my ass cheeks together to keep from shuddering under her almost touch.
“Just how many starlings have you had, Saint?” she whispers softly.
“Patrick,” I correct automatically. When I killed those men for her, I was Saint. When I put on my suit this morning, gaining some sense of control… I was Saint. Here, vulnerable, my cock out, bobbing in need and want, I’m fuckingPatrick. “Call me Patrick.”
“How many,Patrick?”
“One. I’ve had lovers. Girlfriends. One-night stands. Despite my enforcer name, I’m no saint. I’ve had my share of women, sweetheart, but I’ve only ever had one Starling.” That’s all I’ll ever have. “One woman that will always be meant to find her way back to me.”
She hasn’t stopped staring at the small black bird. “I still don’t know why you call me that. This is a tiny bird. Me… I’m the furthest thing from that.”
“It’s because ofwhat starlings do. My Mom was big on birds before she died,” I admit. “You see, they’re considered to be nuisances, but they’re also super smart. They always know how to get home again. That’s where I got the name. Well, that and the way you sing when you’re alone. A starling is a songbird, too.”
Her eyes narrow even as her fingers move to wrap around my length, almost as though she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. Like it’s habit…
“When I’m alone,” she echoes.
My lips quirk upward at how she still hasn’t released me yet. “I don’t just have eyes on your computer, Noelle. I told you. I knew a year ago that you’d be mine one day.” This Christmas, in fact. “You think I wouldn’t have eyes on you all the time?”
Damn it. I went too far. Leaning back on her heels, she yanks her hand away. “Cameras?”
“Don’t think about it too much,” I grate out, trying to soothe her so that she’ll touch me again. “You said it yourself. I’m a stalker. True, I’ve always thought of myself as a protector… and if you accept anything I tell you as fact, let it be this: I will do anything to protect you.”
“Even tuck your hard-on away so that I don’t feel forced to do this? If you know everything… you know what happened to me. Aren’t you worried this might cause me a setback?”
Partly. That’s why I’m giving her the choice. If I force Starling, I’ll breakher. Simple as that.
“He can’t hurt you again. None of them can. I killed them all, but I need you to understand that I’mnotlike them. So here’s the deal. I have you on your knees. My cock is yours, Noelle. You can kiss it, you can suck it, you can try to twist it off like I did to that perverted fucker, but make sure to spit on it first so it counts for your mouth. It’s up to you. Just this once, I’m letting you take control. To show you that everything I am… I want to gift it to you this Christmas. It’ll count toward your debt, I swear it. Just take me again, give me your mouth whatever way you want, and that’s number two.”
I hold my breath. If she twists, I’ll take it for pushing her so hard before she was ready, but when she glares up at me before grabbing my cock and slipping it into her mouth, I’m the one who’s whispering prayers to someone up above.
Her tits are a miracle, and her mouth has me seeing fucking God. It helps that she doesn’t even try not to use teeth, but she’ll learn before long that the pain… Ilikeit. The way she twists the base of my cock, bobbing her head on my length as though she wants to show me how much she hates it all while her chest heaves, her tits bounce, and she keeps on sucking rather than shoving me away from her… oh, yes. I won this round.
And I’ll keep on going until I haveeverything.
I gave her the gift of choosing. She chose me, and Iwon’t allow her to take it back. That’s why, as my orgasm creeps up my spine, I make a choice of my own. From the moment I first decided to make Noelle mine, there were no other women for me. I haven’t had someone’s mouth on me in more than a year, and while I wanted to last longer, that’s impossible when she seems determined to make me unravel between her lips.
Right before I finish, I tap her shoulder.
She glances up at me, a hard look in her eyes. I look past that, focusing on the way I fit so goddamn perfectly in this part of her, and how she’s still suckling even as her stare becomes a notable glare.
“I’m going to come in your mouth. But don’t you dare fucking swallow. Understand me?”
She blinks, and I lower my voice. “Understand, Noelle?”
Though I can tell she doesn’t want to, she nods anyway, and that’s all I need before my hips buck, shooting my load into her mouth.
A flash of panic crosses her face. Shit. I gave her too much, and she’s too worried about my reaction to disobey me. While I’m glad that she’s learning, I don’t want her to choke. Gripping my dick, I nearly scrape the sensitive skin on her teeth as I pull out. Then, grabbing her under her arm, I hoist her to her feet, all while she’s holding my come in her mouth.
I’ve never done this before. Akink I’ve always wondered about, but never trusted anyone enough to perform it with, the moment Noelle started hollowing her cheeks like shewantedme to come inside her… yeah. I had to do this.
Slanting my mouth over hers, I kiss her, stroking her tongue with mine as I encourage her to pass the come back into my mouth. I’m thirty-fucking-eight years old, I had no idea what my spunk tasted like, but with Noelle’s taste mingled with it, it’s way better than I thought.
