“So, we can’t really know how compatible we are.”
“You’re right,” I agree, pushing up to my knees to move my hands to the button of her jeans. “For research, right?”
“Right,” she lifts her hips to allow me to shimmy her pants down her legs, leaving her in just her bra and matching pair of panties. I slide a single finger over theflare of her hip, watching her eyes darken with it. “Research purposes only, of course.”
“Of course,” I shove at my own pants, freeing my already hardening cock. Her eyes drop to it, watching as I smear my come over the tip with my thumb. “Take off your panties, Sidney, and spread your legs for me.”
Chapter Seven
My hands shake as I slide my panties down my legs, blood heating as the full weight of Noah’s intense stare devours me. He has his hard cock in his fist, thumb swiping over the shiny head, a bead of come already leaking from the tip.
He’s so fucking beautiful. All hard muscles, defined by the hours he spends in the gym. My eyes trace the V that carves his hips, lines of veins pushing against his tight, sun-kissed skin. I can now see exactly where that trail of hair leads to, and I follow it down to the base of his cock and then back up, over the ladder of his abs to his strong neck and sharp jaw. Stormy gray eyes stare back at me.
“Keep looking at me like that, Sidney,” he growls.
Right now, this man is not my best friend. This man is something so much more. He’s looking at me like he wants to eat me, like he wants to taste every bare inch. I’m not inexperienced in the slightest, but I’ve never been looked at the way Noah is looking at me right now. It’s feral. Heated. I can see how hard he is holding himself back, whatever restraints he has put on himself pulling tight. He is an animal clawing at the bars of his cage, waiting on the edge to be released.
Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra, slipping the straps down my arms. I’m so damn sensitive that even the feel of the straps against my skin is almost too much.
He made me come without lifting a finger.
He came in his fucking pants.
It was hot. Watching him come apart like that, watching the muscles in his neck grow tight, his mouth slackening as he groaned out his release. He makes the most erotic sounds, deep and throaty, a rasp that vibrates against your soul.
I throw my bra down, baring myself to him entirely.
I thought I’d feel shy or awkward taking my clothes off in front of him, but I don’t. I feel empowered and sexy.
Hemakes me feel that way.
“Fuck,” He groans, reaching for me, pinching one nipple between his fingers. My back bows off the couch, a whimper slipping from my lips as my hips bear down, searching for something, anything to fill me up. I feel needy and wet, and hot; it’s torture.
“Look at you,” he rasps, “writhing all over my couch. Do you need me to fill you up, Sidney? Stretch this pussy full of my cock?”
Holy shit.The mouth on this man.
“Please,” the voice that comes out of me doesn’t sound like my own. This is an otherworldly experience, like I’m simply witnessing rather than doing. He drags his hand down my sternum and through the valley of my ribcage until I feel him over my pubic bone, so close to where I want him.
What was I saying about compatibility again?
His fingers spread my pussy apart, so slick and wet he slips through me easily, until he circles a single finger at my entrance, teasingly close. My muscles contract, begging for more.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he groans, “All of this is for me?” He gathers up my arousal, smearing it between his fingers before he lifts them to his mouth and sucks them clean.
I almost come just by the view alone.
He groans as he savors the taste, eyes turning turbulent, “Fucking delicious.”
This man might kill me.
Dipping his hand between my legs, he returns to the same spot as before, but he doesn’t tease this time; he inserts just one finger, thrusting it into me.
“Fuck,” I cry out, my hand grabbing hold of his wrist, not to stop him but to force him to give me more. He smirks and twists his hand, adding a second finger, curling them just right to tease at that tender spot justinside. My whole body’s trembling as a knot forms in my core, pulling tighter and tighter.
“Noah,” I breathe his name, holding his eyes as I silently beg him to let me go, to give me more.
“Needy little thing,” he muses, and I cry out when his fingers slip out of me, leaving me unbearably empty. “Let me take care of you.”
