37. Victoria
Chapter 37
Victoria
W ith a growl, he rolled me over and pinned me to the bed. “If you’re claiming me, then I get to claim you right back.”
He lowered himself and kissed the hollow of my throat.
“This?” he said, his fingers gently caressing my pulse point. “Mine.”
In one swift move, he whipped my oversized T-shirt off. Then his lips were on my skin, leaving a trail of feathery kisses along my clavicle.
“And these.” He squeezed one breast, then gently bit each of my nipples. “Also mine.”
Core tightening, I arched off the bed.
He pulled back, his blue eyes burning like flames. “You think I’m done? I have so much of you left to claim.”
I could lie back and let him have his way with me, but where would be the fun in that? So with all the strength I had, I flipped him over and pinned him to the wall, since the bed was so small, then pushed up onto my knees.
“This is unfair,” I teased. “I’m naked and you’re still clothed.”
It took a few tugs on his shorts and a little awkward maneuvering in the tight space, but eventually, his cock sprang free.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Eyes locked with his, I lowered myself and ghosted my lips over his tip.
His leg muscles involuntarily clenched, and my core responded by doing the same.
“If we’re claiming body parts,” I said, trailing my fingers up his length. “Then I’m gonna go for it.”
Lips parted, I took him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat.
I pulled back, running my tongue along him, and when I reached the crown, I smacked my lips and savored the taste of the salty bead forming there. “Mine.”
“All yours,” he gritted out. “Anything you want.” He nodded, the movement jerky, the sheets clenched in his fists.
God, he was gorgeous like this, all needy and wound up.
Slowly, I licked up his shaft. I cupped his balls, then grazed my teeth gently over the head.
Every groan, every growl, heated my core. I teased him, taking a bit more every time, working slowly and deliberately as he struggled to maintain control.
“Your mouth,” he gritted out. “Fuck, Vic. You’re gonna kill me.”
I smiled against the smooth skin of his dick. “Nah, you’re tough, hotshot. I’ll just maim you.”
With one hand wrapped tightly around him, I relaxed my throat and took him as deep as I could. He pulsed and let out a string of curses. I was the one giving him pleasure, but the sensation was incredible. I clenched my thighs together, desperate to quell the ache building inside me.
After two years of celibacy, my desire had come back with a vengeance. With Noah, sex was playful and fun. He made me feel safe and comfortable.
I could tease him and try new things without fear. I didn’t panic at the idea of being naked in front of him. Most importantly, I’d never laughed so much while in bed with a man. Until him, I didn’t know this kind of intimacy existed.
“God,” he groaned. “That’s so good.”
I kept at it, using my hands and mouth, ensuring no part of him was neglected.
“But I won’t last if you keep at it.”
I looked up, dislodging the tip of his cock with a pop. “I don’t mind.”
“I do.” He gripped me under the arms and dragged me up until I was sprawled over him. With a moan, he kissed me roughly. “How can I claim your sweet pussy if I’m unconscious from the world’s greatest blowjob?”
My face warmed, though not as thoroughly as my body.
His fingers teased at my entrance. “You can finish that job anytime. Right now I need to be inside you.”
Stomach fluttering, I pushed up so his erection was pinned between us. “How do you want me, hotshot?”
Searching me, he bit his fist. “I want you every fucking way. For now, I want to look into those gorgeous eyes as I fuck you.”
He hauled himself up, then flipped us around so I was flat on my back. Looming over me, he tore his shirt off and pulled a condom from the drawer.
“Spread wide for me.” He pushed my thighs open, then dove in, licking up my seam.
“Soaking wet and fucking delicious, as always.” He brought one knee up, then the other. Then he gripped the headboard and lined himself up at my entrance.
As he pushed inside me, I cried out. The friction and delicious fullness were too much to bear. I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. As I devoured his mouth, I raked my nails over the skin of his back.
His thrusts were controlled but deep, hitting me in spots I never knew existed.
“God, you were made for me,” he said.
I arched up, the sensations making me dizzy, my vision going spotty.
“You are mine,” he said between kisses. “And I’m all yours. Anything you want. Take it. Everything I am, everything I have. Please, Vic. Let me be yours.”
“Yes,” I cried, chasing my release. “I want it all.”
“Good girl, because you’re getting it.”
He pinned my arms above my head and pounded into me. Normally, a loss of control like this made me panic. But with Noah, I was filled with empowerment. A surge of lust rushed through me as he teased my nipples with his mouth and fucked me hard. Was there anything this man could not do?
I wiggled, and he tightened his grasp. “Oh no, I’m not letting go until you come on my cock. I want to watch you come undone.”
It wouldn’t take much. His dirty words had pushed me close to the edge.
Head thrown back, I gasped for air. “I’m close.”
“Good girl. Your pussy is tightening around me. I love watching you like this. So beautiful. So sexy.”
As he pressed his lips to mine, I felt the first flutters of my orgasm. In the next heartbeat, it was barreling through me at high speed. I was clenching and screaming and thrashing as wave after wave washed over me.
Noah remained steady through it all, keeping my arms pinned above my head and telling me how beautiful I was. I was still gasping and crying when he shuddered and collapsed on top of me.
I held him tight as he panted into the curve of my neck. We lay like that, still joined, our sweat and breaths mingling, for a long time.
“You’re mine, hotshot.”