Chapter 20
Wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure throbs hotly through my entire being. I hear a low sound and realize it’s me. I’m moaning his name.
Holy hell, he’s good at this.
Noah takes his time, licking more gently now.
He kisses my clit, causing another deep ripple of bliss.
Then he kisses his way up my body, laying next to me with his head propped on a burly arm.
His smug grin is so hot and also sort of endearing because he looks so happy, I can’t stop myself. I fall a little bit in love with him.
He’s still fully clothed. I’m naked, wet and quivering from coming so freaking hard—and I’m still coming.
I feel vulnerable in a way that turns me on even more.
I’m at the mercy of this big, sexy beast and my inner newly-awakened sex goddess loves this.
I want him to use me so much, it feels like I was born for exactly this reason.
When I consider my wildest dreams, it kind of is what I was born to do.
It’s interesting when you think about it.
I’ve fought for my feminist rights my whole life.
I always will. But right now the only thing I care about is getting fucked by this gorgeous hot hunk of a man.
That is a feminist right, after all. Using our femininity to fulfill our physical, sensual and biological urges.
And right now all my urges are on overdrive.
The backs of his fingertips trace my cheekbone. That he can eat me so damn hungrily one minute and be so charmingly tender the next makes me fall in love with him even more.
Stop doing that, girl. It’s too fast.
Then again, that trip to Ireland might not ? —
I shut my subconscious off. My inner Earth Mother who now moonlights as a sex goddess is at war with L.
Emerson, who’s all about common sense. I’m going to let the two of them fight it out on their own.
I’m too busy right now. A very sexy almost-stranger is handing out orgasms like it’s going out of style.
“Now that I’ve tasted heaven, Lucky Irish, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. You are outrageously, dangerously beautiful. You taste like fucking heaven on Earth.”
I touch his chest, opening the top button of his shirt. “A girl could get addicted to you very, very easily, Noah Steel.”
“We don’t have to rush. We have all weekend?—”
“I don’t want to wait.” I unbutton the next button. And the next, running my fingers across the hard surface of his chest. “Take this off.”
He pulls off his shirt.
Whoa.
He’s buff as hell . His shoulders are wide, his chest and arms powerful and sculpted. His skin is sun-tanned and warm-looking. I’m surprised to find he has a tattoo of a diamond-patterned snake curled around one shoulder. “What the hell, Steel, you’re crazy hot.”
“You want more of me, baby?”
I nod. Of course I do. I want everything. “Yes.”
“Good girl. Keep going.”
“A snake?” My fingers rove over his ink. It’s beautifully drawn.
“I’m the stealthy brother. The one you’ll never see coming.”
I smile at this, exploring the hair-dusted surface of his chest. “Well, I sure didn’t see you coming.” His rock-hard abs. The dark arrow line of hair that leads tantalizingly under the waistband of his jeans.
My fingers glide over the huge ridge that snakes tight-mounded under his jeans and he groans.
Fuck, he’s big.
Now I get the snake.
I finger the bulging rigidity and I can feel him growing even harder. Oh my god. How…?
Noah reads my mind. “It will, trust me.”
I’m not exactly nervous , I’m still riding my high and I want more of it. But I am in awe. “You’re…a little daunting, Mr. Steel.”
“You won’t be daunted when you’re coming hard on my big cock, sweetheart. I’ll be careful with you. But not too careful. I’ll take you higher than you’ve ever been. I’m a Noah, remember? I just happen to be…a very well-hung one.”
I bite back a hesitant smile. But I’m so beguiled by him, my fingers continue to explore. I unfasten the top button of his jeans. “Take these off. I want to see you.”
He unzips his jeans, freeing his— holy shit! —hot-looking massive cock. I mean…
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp.
Noah laughs, kicking off his jeans and his boxers. He lays back, resting his head on a muscular arm, allowing me to adjust to the sight— and the freaking size —of him.
Noah Steel is something else. He obviously looks good in his expensive-looking clothes, but this is different. He’s like a living, breathing sculpture. A very…enhanced one.
His cock is colossal, veiny and silky-looking.
The rounded head leaks a bead of milky moisture and I’ve seriously never been so fascinated by anything in my life.
My craving for him—and his enormous freaking manhood —is wild and ravenous.
I’m thirsty . I want to rub myself all over him and take him inside .
His grin is wolfish, as though he can read this. “I’m all yours, Lucky. You can do anything you want to me. Help yourself.”
I don’t feel shy. I’m too damn hot for him. He’s making me feel reckless and so sexy it almost hurts.
Slowly, I wrap my fist around his huge length. With both hands, I smooth my palms along his shaft, entranced by the hard textures of him and the throbbing thickness. My fingers squeeze gently and another gush of moisture seeps.
Mine.
I swirl it.
Then I lick my finger. His eyes are as dark as blue embers. “I’m on the pill,” I tell him.
“Yeah? Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“You said you’re not dating anyone. And your friend set you up with me two days ago.”
The question is kind of bold and very personal but, then again, so is what we’re about to do. “When I started my new job I got so stressed out it messed with my cycle. My doctor said the pill might help regulate things.”
“Has it?”
Also personal. So is cashing in my V-card with no barrier—and if he doesn’t let me do this soon, I might start crying and begging. Anyway, it’s like this with us. It’s unusually easy to be completely honest and totally unfiltered. “It’s starting to.”
“So, a hot, sweet, sassy, gorgeous, horny as fuck little virgin on the pill wants me to fuck her with no condom. Are you trying to kill me, Irish?”
“No.” L. Emerson might almost be offended. But Lucky Irish wants exactly what he just described. “I just want…”
“Want what? To find out what it feels like to come so hard you scream my name and forget your own?”
Noah Steel was right about one thing. He’s the easiest person to say yes to in the world. “ Yes. ” It’s weirdly emotional. “I just…I want to please you and give you so much pleasure you feel like you’re going crazy. Like what you do to me.”
His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, as though he’s on the verge of losing control.
“All right then. You asked for it. My girl gets whatever she wants. That’s my job now, to make sure every single one of those wildest dreams comes true.
Starting with this one. You’re going to love this.
” He lays himself over me, using his strength to position me and push my legs wider.
Noah’s hot, enormous cock slides against my slippery, still-pulsing pussy and I moan. The pleasure never really went away. It’s holding on, waiting there for more of his magic to tip it over another extreme edge.
“Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight.”
I obey him. He takes the head of his cock and rubs himself against my hyper-sensitive clit. He exhales a groan, like it’s almost too much. “I’ve never had sex without a condom before, Lucky Irish. Not once. Ever. But with you, it’s the only way I could.”
I don’t analyze what he’s telling me, but I understand it.
He already told me he’s never loved anyone before.
It’s a given that I haven’t either. It’s probably impossible for us to already be in love.
It’s too fast and we hardly know each other.
But the click and the chemistry and the goddamn orgasms are enough.
I love being with him. I love the way he smells like leather, fresh air and smoky whiskey, as though he just stepped off a GQ photoshoot wearing wool and leather clothing and camping by a lake.
Chopping wood. He smells like hot, virile manliness and it’s more than intoxicating, it’s fucking drugging. My new addiction has a mind of its own.
I love the way he tastes and the way his grip is close to painful. I love his deep, husky voice and the words he’s murmuring. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lucky. You ready for me? You want me to fuck you real good?”
It’s a pure, primal, maddening need. “Yes. Yes. Please, Noah.”
Noah pushes his big cock against my soft, slick pussy, opening me. I’m tight but so wet the broad head of his cock slides inside me, stretching me. God, he’s so freaking big.
He pushes deeper, and the stretching, slippery friction rubs a sweet, deeply pleasurable pain that makes me moan. It fucking hurts , but it also feels impossibly, unfathomably good.
“ Noah ,” I gasp.
“You’re such a good girl for me, baby. You want more? Then beg me for it.”
“More. More. Please.”
“I know you fucking love it, baby girl. Look at you, so damn pretty, taking it like a good girl. Are you going to come for me if I give you more?”
Noah’s hands grip my ass, forcing me to take more of him. He’s so strong I think he might leave bruises and I want him to. I want him to mark me as his .
He pushes deeper. One hand grips me. With the other, his fingers use my own trickling moisture to circle the cove of my ass.
Not entering, but pressing, playing the rhythm of his drives as his huge cock thrusts deeper.
And deeper. The fullness and the angle rub my clit and another sweet-hot trigger deep inside me in a synced overload of what could only be described as bliss.
The wave throbs and overflows, shattering me with star-flicked bursts of nearly-unendurable pleasure. I cry out as my inner muscles squeeze tightly around him, over and over. He thrusts into each spasm, spinning the ecstasy higher.
I can feel every ridged inch of him inside me as he fucks me so slowly and deeply I feel like he’s a part of me now. We’re connected and bonded forever. He’s the only thing I can feel.
“Wrap your legs more tightly around me, baby girl.” He’s crooning to me, and I need it.
I’m literally being split wide open and his soothing voice anchors me.
“Pull your knees higher. That’s it. You’re so good at this.
Look at you, taking all of my big cock like a good girl.
You feel so fucking good. Come again for me, baby.
I’m going to pump you full of my hot cum this time. Are you ready? How bad do you want it?”
“ Bad ,” I hear myself beg.
“I know you do, you sweet, dirty girl. Come for me now. Milk my big cock with that tight, perfect pussy, Irish. Show me how hard you can come.”
With my knees fully bent and wrapped around him, his thick cock pushes even deeper. He growls with a satisfied hum and I can feel that he’s fully inside me now. It’s uncomfortable but also life-changing. I’m a vessel to be filled by him. I’ve never been this happy. I’ve never felt this good.
His fingers dip into my ass as he works the rhythm until all the sources of pleasure converge into one cresting, crazy-ass tidal wave.
I come hard .
My inner muscles work his big cock voluptuously until he growls like a bear. Hot jets of his cum coax another—even higher—wave and I come even harder — again, like the orgasms are building on each other, spiraling me into an orbit of pleasure that completely undoes me.
The waves are long and lush, tugging him over and over as he pumps his hot seed deep inside me.
I’m crying his name, holding on for dear life as the earth-shattering spasms burst and ripple.
It lasts a long time.
We’re locked into our grinding, sweaty frenzy, fucking and kissing like our lives depend on it. My fingernails dig into his back as I suck on his tongue. We’re both breathing hard as our slick, secret bond pulses and spills. I can feel gushes of moisture where I’m overflowing with his cum.
After a while, the ripples begin to calm.
I’ll never be the same, it’s as simple as that.
“Noah Steel, you’re a beast,” I whisper. I laugh a little and I can feel the barely-there movement inside me where he’s still so deeply wedged.
“And you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, Lucky Irish. Fucking hell.”