Chapter 27 Sabrina #2
Legs draped over his thighs, I inch closer. It’s the most delicious kind of torture. His cock is right there. All it would take is a gentle rock of my hips, and his tip would be inside me.
He lays his arms on the outside of the tub, the veins running along them even more prominent than usual. His hands flex, as if he’s tapping into his willpower to keep himself from grabbing me. From slamming me onto his cock and fucking up into me.
Slowly, I slide my right hand up his chest and around the back of his neck. His eyes take in my movements, dark with lust. When I lean in to kiss him, he closes the distance quickly, his reflexes razor sharp, the move reminding me he’s a superstar athlete.
Kissing Noah is unlike kissing anyone else. He’s careful and calculated but so damn passionate. I get lost in the connection, forgetting that I’m the one who’s supposed to be in control.
It’s frightening how easily I lose myself in him.
His fingers find the globes of my ass beneath the water and he presses me closer.
It’s all too much.
Him.
The heat of the bath.
The way in which I need him.
Overwhelmed barely begins to cover it.
“This isn’t what I planned.” He peppers kisses down my neck.
“Don’t care,” I pant, angling my head to the side to give him full access.
His cock brushes my clit, and I cry out. “Noah.” His name is a whine, a prayer, a plea for him to never let me go.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you scream my name. You know that?”
“Please,” I beg as his fingers feather over my sides. “Please.”
“Please, what? What do you need from me?”
“Forget the bath. I need you to fuck me.”
He nips my bottom lip. “That so?”
“Y-Yes.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Don’t make me beg.”
Laughter rumbles from him. “Oh, but darling, it’s so fun.”
With more ease than seems humanly possible, he holds me tight and stands. Before I know it, we’re out of the tub and dripping on the bathmat. I’d be annoyed with his athletic prowess if I didn’t need him so desperately.
He carries me to the bed and lays me down, instantly soaking the sheets.
“Look at these pretty brown nipples.” He hovers over me, sucking one into his mouth. When he pops off and moves to the other, he groans. “All of you. So fucking pretty. Spread those legs for me, baby.”
My legs fall open of their own accord. Normally, I’d feel shy beneath such intense scrutiny. With him, I feel nothing but powerful. Especially when, cock in hand, he drops to his knees and buries his head between my thighs.
I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds. I’ve never been super vocal during sex, but Noah Baker knows how to fuck and his tongue knows its way around a pussy.
Fingers buried in his hair, I tug roughly on the strands.
When I roll my hips in time with his movements, he growls his approval.
Looping his arms around my thighs, he pulls me even closer to the edge of the bed.
Then he’s sucking roughly on my clit, pulling a scream from deep inside me.
He follows the move by gently lapping at my folds.
I whimper, and the heat in my belly coils tighter.
When he returns his attention to my clit, it ignites into true flame.
He nips and sucks at the sensitive bud until I’m right there at the edge.
Rather than send me hurtling over it, he backs off, and the orgasm that was just a breath away flees.
Before I can be too disappointed, though, he’s at it again, tugging me back up that hill, forcing me closer and closer to the release I so desperately want.
Again, an instant before I’m engulfed in a wave of relief, he backs off.
This time I shout in frustration. “Noah.”
The bastard just laughs. “Patience. Be a good girl for me, Curls.”
“You are infuriating.” I slam my fists into the mattress.
He works me to the edge again, and when I’m certain he’ll back off once more, he proves me wrong by doubling down and launching me over the cliff. The orgasm shatters through me, so intense that I think I black out for a moment. When I open my eyes, he is standing over me, foil packet in hand.
My body is already spent, my muscles like limp noodles, but I don’t want him to stop.
He rolls the condom down his thick length, then cages me in, a hand planted on either side of my head, and captures my lips in a languid kiss.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he whispers as he guides himself to my entrance.
When he eases into me, I gasp at the intrusion, my flesh more sensitive than normal.
“Fuck.” He grinds out the word between clenched teeth. “So fucking tight. Fuck, baby.”
With his thumb on my clit, he rolls it in gentle circles, coaxing me, encouraging me to relax my internal muscles. When he’s finally seated, he rocks his hips slowly against me. My body is still super sensitive from the edging, and within minutes, I’m balancing on the precipice again.
“Noah.” I grip his bicep. “I … I’m already close.”
“Good.” He thrusts harder and works my clit faster, and almost instantly, an orgasm washes over me.
I’m still shaking with aftershocks when he pulls out of me, rolls me over, and props a pillow under my hips.
He’s back inside me before the orgasm has fully faded away.
The way the thick ridges of his cock massage my internal walls is almost too much.
I reach behind me, nails scratching against his thighs, but he doesn’t slow.
“Noah,” I beg, turning my head on the mattress so I can see him. “It’s too much.”
“You can take it. Fuck, you take it so good. So fucking hot, baby. Hold on.” His hips falter. “Let me grab my phone.”
“I—what?”
He leans over me, reaching for the phone he must have tossed onto the bed earlier.
Upright again, he fucks into me, establishing a rhythm, all while fiddling with the device.
Is he … Is he taking a picture? My cheeks heat at the realization, but before I can say anything, he’s holding the phone out so I can see it.
No. Not a picture.
It’s a video. You can’t see my face or any defining features. Instead, it’s a close-up shot from behind as he fucks me, and holy shit. It is hot. My core tightens in response to the image, and he groans.
“It’s turning you on even more, isn’t it?”
I nod, a small whimpering cry escaping my lips.
With one hand gripping my hip, he taps the screen again. Another wave of heat engulfs me at the lascivious sight. I grind against him, seeking more friction. But he pulls the phone back, out of sight, and I mewl in protest and glare at him over my shoulder.
He chuckles darkly. “Patience, baby.”
He pushes the record button again, holding the device in one hand and spreading my cheeks wider with his other. When he presses his thumb against my asshole, a thrill courses up my spine. I gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. It’s not entirely unpleasant, but I’m not sure about it either.
He pushes more firmly, breaching that tight ring of muscle just a little.
“Relax,” he croons.
At first, my body doesn’t seem to recognize the word, but with a deep breath in and back out, I will my muscles to loosen.
And then it starts to feel good and I no longer have to think about relaxing, I just do.
He works me until I’m a writhing mess. Then, when I’m on the cusp of another orgasm, he abruptly stops.
With a whimper, I drop my face against the soft white sheet.
He chuckles darkly.
He’s fucking edging me again. The audacity of this man.
His phone beeps, signaling that he’s stopped the recording. Then he tosses it to the bed beside me so I can see the video.
God, why do I find this all so hot?
Just when I’m close to coming again, he pulls out and flips me onto my back. He adjusts the pillow beneath my hips and buries himself to the hilt.
“So deep,” I gasp, fingers sliding along his abs in a futile effort to cling to something that’ll keep me grounded to this place and this time. “You’re ruining me.” I practically whimper the three words.
His eyes are dark, intense, his voice deep and steady. “Good. This way you’ll always remember that no one else can fuck you the way I can.”
He curls himself over me and laps at my nipple, then sucks it into a stiff peak. When he’s satisfied, he moves to the other.
With a grunt, he reaches for the phone again. This time he presses his thumb into my clit and gets a close-up shot of where we’re joined.
“Noah,” I whimper and spasm around him. “I’m going to—”
He stops the recording, tosses the phone across the bed, and slams a hand over my mouth, strokes slowing.
“Don’t you fucking dare. You’re going to come when I do.”
“I’m close,” I moan, the words muffled behind his hand.
“I’m almost there.” He slams his hips into mine, harder than before, ensuring that I’ll be sore tomorrow.
It’ll be worth it.
Without slowing, he removes his hand from my mouth, and I scream his name, back arching, eyes squeezed shut.
The orgasm slams through me, rattling me to the bones.
I can’t tell whether I’m sweating from exertion or still wet from our bath.
All I know is I’m damp everywhere. My body shakes as he wraps his around me, fucking me harder, faster.
His breaths are harsh, his touch almost too much against my sensitive skin.
He thickens inside me, then abruptly, his body goes rigid. Then he’s coming too.
“Sabrina.” He breathes my name into the skin between my breasts. “This pussy is going to be the death of me. Oh my God.”
If I could laugh, I would, but my energy is completely spent.
We lie in a tangle of limbs for long moments, our breaths creating their own symphony. I’m not sure where I end and he begins. Eventually, he pulls out of me and gets rid of the condom.
I’m still trying to gain control of my breathing when he picks me up gently, pulls the covers back, and lays me down once more.
He presses a kiss to my forehead. The contrast between his gentleness now and the rough, primal way he fucked me is stark. Fucking my brains out to kissing my forehead. Noah Baker is nothing short of baffling.
Without a word, he slots in behind me, holding my naked body tightly against his.
And within minutes, I fall into the best, dreamless sleep I’ve ever experienced.