Chapter 38
Noa
I t was true that there was a fine line between pain and pleasure, and what Alex was doing right now felt like the most enjoyable form of torture. Her legs quivered again and again as he continued to lap at her, bringing her so close to her release and then pulling away.
‘Alex, I can’t take it anymore.’
He looked up at her from between her legs, like she had pictured so many times, his stubble coated in her desire with a sinful grin on his face. ‘You’re doing so good, baby. This is all for you, I promise.’
But before she could respond and demand he let her come right the hell now, he pulled her clit back into his mouth, sucking and biting and kissing the ache he left there.
She couldn’t form words as he continued to torment her.
She needed to come so badly it was painful.
How many times had she been close and he’d denied her?
Six? Seven times? It could be more, but she had lost count.
She was so lost in the pleasure of it all.
There was a burning sensation coiling deep in her stomach and she knew she was close again.
‘Should I let you come, Noa?’
‘Yes,’ she moaned. ‘Please.’
‘God, you sound so good begging for me.’
Her head dropped back and she arched her spine, trying to close her legs for some release from the sweet torture he was inflicting, but he held her in place. She was caught in a purgatory of desire, waiting for the pleasure that would follow next.
‘Would you get on your knees and beg for me if I didn’t give you what you wanted?’ he crooned.
‘I would do anything. God, Alex. Please.’
In response, he added a finger inside her, then a second, crooking them to stroke a spot deep inside her again and again. She couldn’t compare what this felt like to anything she had felt before. It felt transcendent. Ethereal.
The sensation alone with the flicking of his tongue against her clit had her on the brink of orgasm in seconds.
It was clear that he loved the control he had over her body in this moment, but she needed this and the look in his eyes as she glanced down at him said he knew it.
He spoke against her sensitive core, slowing the pace of his fingers again.
‘On the count of three, Noa, not before and not after. You’re going to come for me, and you’re going to scream my name when you do. Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.’
He gave one quick flick with his tongue and then continued, ‘Can you do that, gorgeous?’
She nodded.
‘Say the words, Trouble.’
‘Y… Y… Yes,’ she stumbled out her words, but she knew it was the truth.
He played her body like the strings of a guitar, and she knew she would come undone like putty in his hands the moment he allowed it.
‘That’s my girl.’
That one simple sentence had a warmth spreading through her chest and that, with the sensations she felt between her legs, were almost too much.
Right then, his mouth returned to her, and his fingers increased their pace inside of her, fucking her like she had never been fucked. He was unrelenting. His tongue made circular motions on her clit before he sucked her into his mouth. Hard.
‘One…’
Lick.
‘Two…’
Thrust.
Seconds that felt like hours passed before he finally growled out the word, ‘Three.’
She shattered around him, seeing stars as her entire body convulsed and she came like she never had before.
It was so intense she thought it might kill her.
He coaxed her through it, continuing to lap at her and fuck her with his fingers.
Her legs tightened around his head as the final tingling of her orgasms—because there was no way that had only been one—made their way through her body.
Then, she relaxed. She was panting and her legs were shaking, but she had never felt pleasure like it.
She looked at him as he licked her off his lips and sucked his fingers into his mouth.
How could he make something like that seem so sexy. Even the thought would have repulsed her before now. She should be embarrassed, but she was enthralled by him.
‘You taste incredible,’ he rasped. ‘Taste yourself on me, Noa,’ he demanded and, like she always did, she obeyed him, kissing him passionately.
She tasted her tangy release on his lips and the whole thing felt so dirty and erotic that she grew wet all over again. There was definitely nothing vanilla about what they had just done, and she hadn’t even had to ask him for it. He just knew what she needed, and he had needed it just as much.
‘Do you know what that tastes like?’ he asked.
She shook her head, still struggling to form words.
‘Mine, Noa. Tell me this pussy is mine.’
Because she had a feeling she would never get enough of this, that he really had ruined her for all men to come, she replied, ‘Yours.’
And it scared her how much she meant it.
O nce Alex finally came up for air from between Noa’s legs, he demanded no less than three more orgasms from her on his cock. And, like his ‘good girl’, as he liked to put it, she obliged. Praise kink well and truly unlocked .
Noa felt like she had been transported out of her body as she tumbled over the edge for the third time, legs wrapped around his back, nails digging into his shoulders enough to leave little purple crescent moon shapes.
He had pounded into her at an unrelenting pace, truly fucking her senseless as he stood under the waterfall.
The water cascading around them beating against their shoulders had just added another layer of sensation to her sensitive skin.
As she’d watched him let go, coming inside of her with sloppy, desperate movements, the whole picture seemed like a scene from a movie—the crystal-clear water, looming rocks towering around them, the thick green shrubbery barricading them from the outside world like they were in their own secret haven.
She felt like no moment in her life would ever top this, and she wanted to imprint every detail in her mind so that she would never forget it. Fat chance of that happening anyway.
After they finished, Alex kept to his word, and they swam in lazy circles, passing under the waterfall and basking in the afternoon sun, until he decided they should get going before it got dark.
It was sensible, but she didn’t want the day to end.
Hell, she didn’t want the trip to end. Would returning to reality burst their perfect little bubble?
Would he even want to carry on whatever this was when they got home?
Was she enough for Alex to face the wrath of her brother, which she knew was inevitable when he found out?
Or, would they bury the fact that this had ever happened like they had the last time?
The thought of that made her feel sick. She knew she should ask him, that they should talk it out like adults, but she was scared for the answer.
Besides, living in the moment meant not stressing about every little detail of the future. So, as they drove back to the hostel, the wind in her hair, her cheek to his back, Noa took deep, calming breaths and decided she would enjoy him for as long as she had him.