Chapter 15 #3
“Yes,” she breathed. “And you.”
The chips, with the queso, the chicken and tortillas, everything was gone in what felt like moments.
She was hungry.
Every bite took the edge off of her frustration.
Their quick and easy conversation had her laughing in moments, and McCrae was smiling along with her.
He even fed her a few choice bites of chicken from his fingers, leaving her feeling full and satisfied in so many ways.
When he leaned over with a bite of the cake on a fork she wanted to wave him off. Sweets were dangerous for her.
She liked them too much.
But with McCrae holding out the fork, smiling at her with a kind of childlike anticipation, what else could she do?
She leaned forward and took the bite.
The taste...
She closed her eyes to savor the flavor of the cake.
“Good, right?”
She opened her eyes in almost a dreamlike state. “You know... I’ve never liked red velvet before... but this-”
Noelle’s thoughts disappeared as McCrae reached out and wiped the pad of his thumb across her lip.
His smile was slow, and the look in his eyes made her shiver. “You... ah, have some frosting on your lip.”
McCrae lifted his thumb away but before he could move his hand, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip of his thumb.
She wasn’t used to being forward like that.
It was... new.
And it had everything to do with McCrae.
Before, she’d been the passive person in her relationship with-
She shook herself inside her head, focusing on the moment.
Focusing on McCrae.
She looked up at him through her lashes and saw that he wasn’t paying attention to much.
His eyes were closed, his lips parted.
Noelle curled her tongue around his thumb and heard his breath catch in his throat.
This was powerful.
She felt powerful.
This man who could take down a person twice his size without breathing hard, but here he was, trying to catch his breath, because of her.
Because of what she was doing to him.
Noelle reached out her hand and wrapped it around his wrist. His arm tensed at her touch and she sucked on his thumb, putting a little pressure on the underside of his finger.
McCrae moaned deep in his throat and Noelle felt the skin all over her body start to tingle.
Shifting forward, she opened her mouth a little and took his thumb deeper into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along his skin.
“Fuuuck.”
She smiled and the motion of her mouth must have done something to him, because she felt the muscles in his arm tense.
Noelle looked up and saw the muscles in his throat tighten.
She sucked on his thumb watching his expression, loving every nuance.
Loving that she could do this to him.
She reached her free hand to his waist, tugging on his zipper.
Noelle was fairly sure that he didn’t even know what she was doing until she reached her hand in and slipped her fingers in through the fly of his boxer briefs.
He sat up then, his eyes opening wide.
“Babe,” he reached down and wrapped his hand around her wrist holding her still. “Careful.”
“I’ve been careful, McCrae.”
Her fingers wrapped around him and she felt the heat of his skin against hers, the heavy weight of him against her palm.
“I like what I’m doing.” To prove her point, she gave his cock a gentle squeeze and moved her hand up toward the tip.
“Fuck, baby.” He gripped her wrist almost to the point of pain, but she didn’t say a word.
She didn’t try to push him away.
She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
McCrae wasn’t like that.
“Honey,” he ground out his words through clenched teeth, “if you don’t stop what you’re doing...”
His voice trailed off as she turned her hand, trailing her fingertips against the skin of his abdomen.
“I think...” He groaned again. “I know I’m going to cream my pants.”
She smiled at his words and how strangled they sounded in his throat.
“I’m okay with that,” she whispered and used her other hand to tug his zipper completely open. “I want you to lose control, McCrae. I want you to go crazy with me.”
“You make me crazy, ‘Elle. You make me lose all kinds of control when you touch me.”
She smiled and with a gentle twist of her wrist, she pulled him free of his boxer briefs. “I wonder what will happen when I taste you.”
She leaned in, while he watched her, and licked the length of him that she could reach, ending with her lips poised about the tip of his dick.
Noelle exhaled and she felt him shake in her grip.
“McCrae?”
“Fuuuck. I love the way you say my name.”
She licked her lips and she felt a long rope of precum fold over her fingers. “What about the way I do this...”
She opened her lips and leaned in until she felt the smooth head of his cock glance off of the top of her mouth.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck...”
She swore she felt the blood pulsing through his veins as she loved him with her mouth.
She hissed in surprise as his hand fisted in her hair at the back of her head.
It hurt, a little, but instead of making her want to pull away, she took him deeper.
There were a few precious moments left before he took control and showed her just how much he liked what she’d done to him.