Chapter Six Goldie #2
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” he groans, sucking a new spot harder this time, drawing my skin into his mouth.
There’s no denying that mark.
“Mm-hmm,” I moan. “Don’t. Don’t stop.”
I feel him smile against my flesh before he lifts his head.
“Good, because I’m just getting started.”
He’s still holding me down as he snatches my lace bra over my breast with his teeth, exposing me before sucking my pert nipple.
I hiss, enjoying the jolt of pleasure. The way his tongue circles the pebbled bud before his mouth kisses the soft flesh surrounding it, sucking and biting, draws porn-worthy moans from my chest.
“Oh god, yes.”
He switches sides, uncupping me in the same fashion before his tongue darts out, licking between my breasts up to my throat and peppering it with open-mouthed kisses.
I grind my core against his length again, and he rocks into me too. It’s heavenly. He moves from my mouth, kissing my cheeks over to the soft spot under my ear. God, Noah’s determined to make out with my whole body. I’m sure of it.
I tug my wrists, feeling the weight of his insistence to keep me there. My voice is husky, thick with my desire.
“I want to touch you,” I rasp, trying again. “Let me . . .”
His mouth melds to mine as he lets me go before, in a flash, he rolls us over. My legs unlock so that I’m straddling him, looking down at the gorgeous creature whose hands are instantly roaming my stomach.
I reach around myself, unfastening my bra and slipping it off.
“I’ve never felt anything so soft,” he muses, cupping my tit, his thumb brushing over my nipple.
He pushes off the bed so that we’re basically face-to-face. “I can’t stop touching you.” His palm reverently presses to my breastbone, between my cleavage, as my chest rises and falls. “Can I do it all night?”
He looks at me shyly, dropping his eyes to my tits before meeting mine again.
I nod as I bring my fingertips to his shoulders, feathering them over his skin, tracing the pictures and designs, and smiling as his breath stutters.
“Yes. All night. Because I haven’t stopped wondering what you’d feel like since the night you kissed me.”
Without a word, Noah’s eyes lock on mine as he takes one of my hands and lewdly runs the flat of his tongue over my palm before dragging it down his chest, forcing my hand against his skin as it moves farther down his stomach until my breath catches.
Because he’s slid my hand inside his boxer briefs and around himself.
He swallows hard. “What do I feel like, Goldie?”
He’s warm and thick in my hand. And his skin is smooth, but I can feel the protruding veins around his hard cock, rigid in my hand.
“Like a good time,” I answer slyly, grinning as he exhales sharply when I close my hand tighter around his hard length.
I circle my hand, sliding it upward before gently pushing down, feeling his hips involuntarily jerking under my careful stroking.
“Fuck. That feels . . .” is all he manages as I tease his cock, giving him just enough relief without the promise of an orgasm.
He groans, grabbing the back of my neck and jerking me into a kiss, but I don’t stop touching him.
Noah’s other hand roams my body, kneading my breasts before his fingertips caress my collarbone as we kiss, our lips swollen. We’re alight. On fire. The heat between us gathers and multiplies with every touch.
I start to rock, my body in tune with what I’m providing him.
“Fuck me,” I whisper once, then twice, our lips so close I’m breathing air into his lungs.
“Lift,” he growls into my mouth before I take my hand off his cock.
He bites my lip, then sucks the pain away, smirking at me.
He pulls his cock from his underwear, clumsily shoving the briefs down far enough to give him room before the slick precum on his dick rims my entrance.
I’m on my knees, clutching his shoulders, staring down as he teases himself through my wetness, rubbing his desire over my clit and back to where I beg him to be.
“Please,” I breathe out, wishing I could swallow him inside of me.
“Not yet. I want to fuck every part of you with every part of me first.”
I moan, trying to lower myself onto him, but he holds my waist, whispering into my skin.
“You don’t want my tongue—”
It flattens at the base of my neck, drawing up my throat and over my chin until diving into my mouth. But too quickly, he pulls away.
“Or my teeth—”
The hand that was on my waist presses to my chest and pushes me back before he bites my nipple with just enough pressure that I gasp.
“And I haven’t even used my fingers—”
A deep inhale fills my lungs as he parts my labia, spreading me open before running his fingers up either side of my swollen hood, igniting all the sensitive nerves.
My body melts into him, taking everything he gives as he brings his fingers together and rubs my bud in slow, decadent circles. I rock my hips, teased not only by the slow, rhythmic motion of his fingers playing with me but also his cock readied at my opening, pressing ever so slightly.
Each time I move, I feel the head of his cock barely brush my hungry entrance over and over as he works my body as if he’s known it his whole life.
“You keep making that sound.” He groans threateningly. “Fuck me, you’re so sexy.”
I don’t even know what sound I’m making because all I can concentrate on is the feel of him stroking himself underneath me as his fingers pick up the pace, playing with me.
Jesus, the depravity of him jerking off at my entrance almost makes me come on the spot.
“I want you inside me, Noah. Please . . .”
My head falls back, exposing my throat for him to kiss. And he does, hard and desperate.
I’m lost to this feeling. Needing him. Wanting him to fuck me until I can’t speak again. I feel like I’m going to explode.
“Noah,” I almost say on a deep, breathy exhale because my body’s beginning to build.
But it’s all I get out because Noah can’t take it anymore either. He thrusts himself inside me, pulling me down so hard it feels like all the air is knocked out of me.
“Fuck,” he bellows.
Our bodies are sealed tight. My arms wrap around his neck as we hold still, both rocked by the sensation engulfing us.
I feel his chest rising and falling, my own matching, each of us unable to move because I’ve never felt bliss like this. The tightness of my stretched cunt over his hard length pulsating inside me because we’re so fucking turned on that we may not make it past this one moment.
His warm breath on my neck slows just before he starts to move, rocking me backward as he ever so slightly pulls out, then pushes back in.
“So. Fucking. Good.”
I kiss him slowly, my pussy contracting as I try and meet his pace, but he rolls us again so that he’s back on top, his palms pressed on the bed to protect me from his full weight.
He pulls out and thrusts back in, his pelvis pressing tightly to mine. It hurts just the right amount good dick should. It’ll make me sore enough to leave me with a reminder I was very well fucked.
My hand grips his ass, urging him for more as he begins slowly, without any rush, letting the muscle between his groin and belly button brush my clit each time.
I moan, eyes closing, spreading my legs wider and lifting with each thrust, wanting more of everything.
“Look at me.” His palm comes to rest at the base of my throat as we stare at each other in hedonistic pleasure.
My mouth falls open, matching his, my eyes fluttering back with each draw of his cock.
“I want to hear you call my name. Say it for the neighbors to hear.” He grins, picking up the pace.
I draw my leg up over his hip, giving him an even deeper angle, and watch his jaw tense as he takes complete advantage and hits my G-spot.
Fuck. This feels so good.
Noah’s cock glides in and out, making the sides of his ass indent under my hand.
“You want to come, baby? Tell me . . .”
His voice should be illegal because I’d do anything he wanted right now.
“Yes . . . I want it . . . please . . .”
His breath grows heavier, the hand around my throat tightening a bit.
“Do you need to use your fingers?”
I nod rapidly before his face nestles into the crook of my neck, and he reaches to take my hand off his chest, sliding it between us. One set of my fingers finds my bud as the other stays gripped to his defined ass cheek.
“Fuck yourself with me.”
I swallow under his palm, the motion thick in my throat because it’s so dry. I start to rub, but Noah grabs my hand, again saying “Get it wetter” before sliding two of my fingers inside me, along with his cock.
“Oh god,” I groan gutturally before they’re pulled out and put back on my clit.
Sex, sweat, and all the sounds that go along are ripe in the air, conducting our symphony of lust. He grabs the back of my leg, pounding inside me, still stretching me as he looks down between our bodies, watching me roll my fingers over my clit.
“Fuck, you just got wetter,” he groans before kissing the hell out of me.
We fuck with no words. Just grunts and moans.
His hands are in my hair now, pulling the strands as he hammers inside me like he’s possessed.
The faster he goes, the faster I do, too, reduced to the basest instincts, chasing the sweet relief we both need.
I contract from the inside, tightening around his cock, rubbing the walls of my pussy all over him.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you. Let me make this tight pussy cry.”
I slap the bed, gripping the comforter because I can feel it happening. My legs tighten around him unevenly as my orgasm builds, pooling in my stomach, making my clit throb and feel numb.
He all but forces the air from my lungs, fucking me faster and faster with decadent ruthlessness as my fingers move in desperation.
“Come for me. Do it,” he growls out. “Let me fuck you into bliss.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes . . . fuck me . . .”
My body’s tensing so hard, wanting it, needing it, until all I can see is searing, white-hot light behind squeezed-closed eyes.
I come so hard that I scream, my back arched, bucking off the bed as my legs open mercilessly wide, and my hands sting from the force of my grip on the blanket.
“Noah.”
“Oh fuck. You’re so tight . . .”
Noah’s voice is so strained I can barely make out his words as he hammers into me, over and over, gripping my leg hard enough I’m sure it’ll leave a mark.
“You have the sweetest goddamn cunt,” he whispers to himself, lifting his body off mine before throwing my leg over me to fuck me sideways.
His large hand grips my hip as I lie breathless, panting, barely able to control the shaking in my body as I stare up. He’s solid, tensed muscle from jaw to stomach as he locks eyes with me.
“Again,” he demands, rolling his hips impossibly hard and fast as a trickle of sweat bleeds over the sheen on his body.
“I can’t,” I whine, my body already beginning to prove me wrong.
The look on his face is determined and almost menacing as he narrows his eyes. The urgency he’s fucking me with is unrelenting as his thumb slides between my ass cheeks and presses the taboo spot.
I gasp, immediately rocked by another spasmed, quieter orgasm ripping through me.
His guttural growl bellows and echoes throughout the room as he stills, almost grinding his teeth as his abs pulse before he exhales harshly and falls behind me.
“That was . . . incredible,” I whisper before licking my dry lips.
His arm wraps around my waist before he drags me closer, making me squeal as his smile blooms against my back.
“Gimme like thirty minutes, and we’ll do it again.”
I giggle. “Can’t forget the ‘ors.’”
Noah nuzzles my neck, peppering kisses behind my ear.
“Looks like a sun,” he whispers, making me smile because he’s found my birthmark.
“It’s how I got my name. My mom said she just knew I was destined to be a Goldie with a birthmark like that.” I feel him smile against my skin again. “How’d you get your name? Lemme guess, a love of animals and water?”
He chuckles, nipping at my skin, making me wiggle around to face him with my arms squeezed in between us.
I lift my finger to trace the black-and-white outline of the wings that peek over his shoulder. The tattoo spans the whole top of his back, and the delicate tips of the feathers end on his neck. It’s hot as hell.
“What made you get this one?” He licks his lips as he smirks at me but says nothing. I swallow, trying not to blush, opting to bite my bottom lip instead.
“It was for the Sarah McLachlan song. For all the adopted pets.”
I giggle. “Liar.”
He winks as my finger lands on another tattoo, an intimidating-looking skull close to his throat. I raise my brows.
“Let me guess . . . You were a really big fan of the TV show Bones.”
He’s still silent, just smiling. But the way he’s looking at me tells me he’s enjoying this little game as much as I am.
“Are you going to tell me about any of them?” I flirt quietly, my finger drifting over another.
His voice is gravelly as he closes his eyes, enjoying my touch. “How about you choose your favorite, and I tell you about that one.”
I grin, scooting away just enough to wave my hand over the whole front of his body. “This one.”
He laughs before tucking his hand between me and the mattress and flips me over. I shriek as my back is pulled to his front again and his arms wrap around me in a deliciously tight hug.
“No more Q and A. I want to enjoy the best sex I’ve ever had before we take a catnap because then it’s counters.” Called it.
The moment he squeezes me tight, all I can seem to think is: Is it weird to send Walgreens a thank-you card?
Because I’d really like to say, Thanks for being open on Halloween so that I could be a dino patron and meet the potential man of my dreams.