The hand suddenly moves away from my neck, and he pulls me to stand. He’s removed his shirt and his pants are left hanging open, a feral gleam to his expression.
“Bend Sidney over.”
His mouth slams to mine and he walks us backwards toward the kitchen until I feel the kitchen counter press against my lower back.
“Turn around.” He orders.
My body trembles as I go.
“Now bend over, show me how much youwant it.”
The cold marble of the counter bites into my overheated skin as I press my chest to it, skin pebbling with the cold. Noah’s hands spread me apart, and a sound, a lot like a growl, rumbles out of his chest.
The head of his cock pushes in just a little, not nearly enough to fill me, and he continues like that, only fucking me with the tip, never going deeper to satisfy me.
“Noah,” I push back, trying to force him deeper, but he is fully in control of me.
“Say please,” he growls, “Beg for it.”
“Noah,” I groan.
“Not nice, is it?” He chuckles, fingers biting into my hips, “Shouldn’t tease people, Sidney, they might just do it back.”
“Just fuck me,” I snap, so damn on edge I could cry.
“You know what you need to do,” he says, “Give me those words.”
My fingers claw at the counter, attempting to find purchase, but there is none. The cold is no longer an issue, not when I am burning up from the very core of me. I can feel a fine sheen of sweat covering my skin, my muscles quivering with every second he holds back.
“Please,” I cry out.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me. I want your cock, Noah.Please.”
“Good fucking girl,” He rewards me by slamming forward, filling me with the entirety of him. I feel him everywhere, stretching me open, filling me up so far, I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.
And then he fucks me. Fucks me the way I needed, the way I wanted. Thrusting his hips, jolting my body against the counter as our skin slaps together and his fingers tighten, forcing me to remain at his mercy. It’s hard, and it’s rough, reward and punishment. Vaguely I am aware of the sounds I am making, the cries and the moans, the way his cock sounds against the wetness soaking me between my legs.
“More,” I beg.
He says nothing, but he gives me exactly what I want. He releases my hips, and one hand slips beneath my thigh, forcing it up until my knee is resting on the very edge of the counter, and I have to push up onto my toes to keep my balance. His other hand slips into my hair, his grip tightening to force my head back, neck bending to expose my throat.
The bite of pain against my scalp is enough to turn that pleasure into an inferno.
He keeps the weight of my thigh in his hand as he continues to fuck me, thrusts sure and deep, pushing me higher and higher. It feels too fucking good.
So good I never want him to stop. I’ve never known pleasure like Noah Calahan.
“God,” I cry, “Don’t stop.”
“Whatever you want,” he rasps, voice wavering.
All my muscles tense, growing tight as he fucks me to orgasm. There’s no stopping it when it finally hits, sending me hurtling over the edge and into a sky full of stars. They burst behind my eyes, forcing my body to shatter. I cry out his name as I fall, giving myself over to him.
“Goddamn,” he groans before he follows right behind me.
Chapter Fourteen
