“Bucket list, remember?”
I frowned at him, trying to recall what exactly he was talking about.
“I don’t—” But then it came. “Have sex in public.” I laughed. “For a moment there, I thought you went crazy.”
“I did. Looking at you in that chair, having to wait because I didn’t want us to miss out on our appointments… I almost carried you out of that shop.”
“I had to thank them.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure Leo is telling Phoebe how I am thanking you.”
“How are you—” With swift movements, he lifted my shirt over my chest, and placed both his hands on me, playing with my nipples over my bra. “Fuck.”
“Are you wet for me, Angel?” He licked the shell of my ear before biting my earlobe. “Should I check?”
“You really know how to drive me wild, huh?”
“It’s my specialty.”
“Stop talking, Noah, and fucking kiss me.”
He did more than kiss me. He bit and scratched; he tore off my clothes, letting them drop around us—and I did the same.
I pushed off the jacket he wore, and then lowered my hands, taking the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, over his head. I didn’t wait for him to go first. Instead, I started pressing open-mouthed kisses on his neck, over his collarbone, toward his chest, going lower and lower until I reached the happy trail leading to where I wanted to get.
I dropped down on my knees and started unbuckling his belt, when his hands landed on mine, halting me immediately.
“What are you doing?” I looked up, basking in the heat emanating from him.
“I’m taking what I want, Noah.” I shook his hands off of mine and unbuckled his belt. “And it’s you. I’ve been a good girl my entire life.” I unbuttoned his jeans and started pulling them down. “But I don’t want to be a good girl with you. I want you to dirty me up, make me wild, make me feel how it is to truly be desired.”
“Babe,” he started just as his dick escaped from the confines of his jeans. Already hard, ready for me. I wrapped my hand around him; smooth, both hard and soft. “Fuck,” he cursed as I started dragging my hand up and down his length.
He twitched beneath my touch, and the sounds from him urged me to go faster, harder. I licked my lips, the new need rising in me, and brought my face closer to him.
I opened my mouth wide and took him in. Before this day, it always seemed weird doing this. Some of the girls in school bragged about giving head as if it was the most rewarding thing in the world, and I couldn’t understand why.
Until now.
A weird kind of power woke up in me when he wrapped my hair around his fist, holding himself up with a hand on the wall.
“Fuuuuck,” he dragged out when my tongue flattened against the bottom part of his dick, licking the protruding vein there. “You’re gonna kill me with your mouth,” he groaned, slowly pushing his hips back and forth.
I looked up, training my eyes on his, and lifted my other hand to his balls.
“S-Sophie. Fuck. Me.”
I grinned around him and fondled his balls, while I bobbed my head in the rhythm of his hips, my tongue dancing around his shaft.
“That’s it. That’s it, darling.” He started increasing his pace. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I love your mouth.”
I hollowed out my cheeks just how Bianca talked about, and he rewarded me with another grunt.
No one ever talked about the amount of power we possessed when we did this, but as he got louder and more frantic, I figured that this might be one of my favorite things to do.
He suddenly pulled back and lifted me up. Without another word, my bra disappeared, and the pants I wore fell in a heap with our other clothes. My panties were next, and before I could even prepare myself, his hand was between my legs, going from my clit to my opening.
My eyes fluttered closed, and he pressed against me, his dick nestled between us.
