“God.” He swallowed hard, his chest heaving as he gripped the edge of the bed. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
I believed him. In all my years, I’d never felt this drunk on power. I’d never felt this wanted. My body lit up, and the memory of his mouth on me, the way he made me orgasm lived in the back of my mind. My skin heated, my nipples tightening with need as I wanted to reward him.
“Is that so?” I licked my lips, and he trailed the movement, his pupils dilating as I stepped in between his thighs. “Prove it.”
“Fuck, baby.” He groaned as he placed his hands on my ass, kneading my flesh. “Jesus Christ.”
I had never felt so bold or brazen. I wanted to try everything. Anything. All of it with him. My core throbbed, pulsating with need to be touched by him. “Feel how wet I am. For you.”
He kept one hand on my ass, then trailed the other over my hip, on my lower belly before he teased my pussy. His gazeremained on me, hot and obsessed, as he slid a finger through my wetness. Then Noah whimpered. “Let me taste.”
“This is about you, Noah.”
“As I said, let me taste. I deserve it. Please?” He sat up, got onto his knees, and lifted up the jersey so my pussy was on display. “One lick? One taste?”
“I-I wanted to pleasure you.”
“You can, but I need this. I haven’t tasted you in three days, and I’m dying.” He ran his nose along my skin, licking my thigh as my legs parted more. “Say yes, baby.”
“Yes,” I whispered, bringing my hands to his hair to balance myself. It had been three days, and the second he brought his tongue to my pussy, I saw stars. “Noah,” I panted, my eyes going crossed. The sensation was too much and not enough. It was pleasure and pain and delirium. My thighs trembled, and I gripped his hair harder, panting as he licked me hard and fast. He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicked it fast, and I lost my balance. My knees gave out, but he caught me and tossed me on the bed.
“You aredivine,”he growled. “Goddamn it, I want to defile you.” He licked my entire thigh, up over my stomach, pulling the jersey up and sucking a nipple into his mouth. “Better than I remember. God, Em.”
I shuddered, overcome with the heat and want and lust and throbbing. “Noah, Noah, wait.”
“Why?” He sucked my other breast, his other hand coming between my thighs and teasing. He rubbed my clit, his thumb swirling over it with a madness. “When I’m with you like this, you’re all I see.”
My heart thrummed with that comment. No man had ever said that, meant it the way he did, and my chest physically ached with want and dreams. I trembled as the orgasm neared, the unfamiliar yet obvious tingle only Noah could produce. “Noah,”I panted again, my thoughts scrambling. “This is… this is about you, n-not me.”
“This is about me.” He sucked my nipple again, biting down hard as he thrust two fingers inside. “Let me hear you come once, then you get a turn.”
I moaned a “yes” as he touched me everywhere. My skin caught fire, the flames dancing along every nerve ending until it burst into a wave of pleasure. “Noah!”
“Yes, let me give you this,” he murmured against my skin.
I writhed around, but he held me in place, encouraging me and kissing me and teasing me until the pleasure capped and I could breathe again. I gasped for air, my eyes fluttering as I stared up and found him smiling at me. “Wh-what?”
“New favorite thing. Your face when you come.” He bent down and bit my lower lip. “Now, what were you wanting to do to me, Sanders? Show me how I was such a good boy?”
Without warning, he flipped us over so I was on top of him. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, sighing with a deep rumble vibrating his whole body. I heated everywhere from the gesture. It was so hot, so dirty.
I’d given head before. Jace loved it. Wanted it all the time, and I did it because I thought I had to. A blow job was what was expected. But now? I wanted Noah to feel how I did. Wanted. Cherished. Turned on. Wild. I bent low, kissed him hard, and when he craned his neck to keep the kiss going, I shook my head. “You lay there.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I ran my hands up his stomach, over his strength and muscles and couldn’t believe I could touch him like this. That he wanted me to. I met his lust-filled gaze and bent down to trail my tongue over his stomach. “Does this feel good?”
“God, yes.”
I slid my hands in his joggers, tugging them down as his very hard, very rigid cock popped out. “No boxers?”
“No.” He groaned as I gripped his shaft and pumped him. “Goddamn, Em. Your hands feel so fucking good.”
“How do you think my mouth will feel then?”
The answering sound was half wild animal, half Noah. I chuckled as I took him in my mouth and sucked. He was huge, which wasn’t surprising. He was a massive dude, and I had to use my hand at the base because I couldn’t take him deep enough. I wanted him to shake. I wanted him to feel how much I loved this new thing between us, how safe I felt. And turned on.
“Fuuuck, Em.” He fisted my hair, urging my head in more. “Yes, take my cock in your mouth, baby.”
