44. Nora
CHAPTER 44
NORA
I can tell that I’m pushing him, that I’m beating against whatever barriers he’s erected between us. My brother. My virginity. Both of them seem to matter more to him than they do to me, and there’s a part of me that wants to backtrack, wants to swallow the words.
But the bigger part of me is exhilarated. He’s repeatedly told me to be myself, to express my wants with him. And it feels too good to stop.
“You brought it?” he says.
I nod. “It’s fully charged, too.”
He groans against my chest and spends another few minutes sucking my nipples and touching me through my underwear, making my knees feel weak. He takes his time. And finally he leans back, inspecting my reddened nipples and the damp spot in my underwear, nodding like he’s pleased at what he sees.
“Perfect,” he mutters and pulls me into my bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed. A new set of nerves creeps up, but it’s the good kind, the ones I’ve come to crave around him.
“You’ve pushed me hard today. Did you think about that when you took off your bikini out there with Alex?” he asks.
“Yes,” I confess. “He didn’t see anything. I had his shirt on.”
“But you knew I’d see it when you came back in.”
I stretch back on the bed. The only scrap of fabric on my entire body is between my thighs, and he’s watching me like he’s hungry.
“I did,” I breathe. “And you noticed.”
West runs his hands over my thighs, still standing by the end of the bed. “My brave, sweet girl. Even when you knew what might happen. That I’d come find you, aching.”
“Are you aching?”
“I’m past aching.”
“I’ve never teased anyone before.” I stretch up, raise my arms over my head. “It feels good to be wanted. Not scary. Just… good.”
His hands slide down and push my legs apart. “I do want you, sweetheart. Do you know how hard it’s been to focus since you showed me how bare you were out there?” West stretches out on top of me on the bed, his body on mine, and kisses me.
I moan into his mouth. He’s never been on top of me like this. No one has. There’s a delightful heaviness to it, to him, and I grip his hips with my thighs on instinct.
His skin is hot against my chest. The hair there tickles against my breasts, and I kiss him back. But he doesn’t stay there. He moves down past my lips, to my neck. It’s so hard to focus with him there. He knows it, too, and the brush of his stubble only heightens the sensations rushing through me. A steady warmth pulses down my chest, my stomach, pooling between my legs.
I tilt my hips up against him, and he groans against my neck.
“And now you want me to fuck you with a vibrator,” he says. He lifts up on an arm. “That’s it, isn’t it? You want me to help stretch you out. Make you come with something big inside you.”
I nod quickly, needily. He’s the most frustrating man I’ve ever met. I hate that he can make me feel this way, and I think I might cry with gratitude that he can. I’ve never felt this way before. Never wanted this way before.
It’s the most addicting thing I’ve ever experienced.
“I feel like all you and I have ever done is pretend.” I slide my hand into his hair and breathe hard as he kisses his way down my body. “In front of others. With each other. Now we have to pretend in front of the guys that we’re not… that this isn’t… that the lessons aren’t happening. Maybe that’s why I teased you today. I couldn’t pretend well enough.”
West pauses, lips on my sternum. “You don’t pretend with me.” His voice is hoarse. “That’s the one thing you don’t do, trouble. You’re real with me when we’re alone.”
My hand grasps for purchase against the sheet. I find none. “That was hard, in the beginning. Now… I think it’s too easy.”
“Fuck. Do you know what hearing that does to me?” He grips the edges of my panties, and there’s no hesitation as he pulls them down my legs. “Touch yourself while I get the vibrator. Can you do that for me?”
I nod and reach down to find the soft skin between my legs. Embarrassment wars with the primal, almost painful need inside me. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
“It’s in my bag. Beneath the… sketchbook.”
He returns with the purple silk bag and sets it beside me on the bed. My hand stills, and he makes a soft, tsking sound. “Keep going,” he orders and pulls out the curved black vibrator. “That’s it.”
“I didn’t pack lube.”
“We don’t need it,” he says. “You get beautifully wet on your own.” He sits on his knees by the edge of the bed. I can see his face between my thighs, above my bare pussy and my moving hand.
“From here on out, before we leave the house, I’ll have to pull up your dress and make sure you’re not bare under there.”
My chest feels hot, my breath coming fast. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this feeling. Of slowly, comfortably losing control around him, because I know he’s there to catch me.
“Or what?”
“Or you’ll get punished.” He bends down and presses hot kisses to my thighs, to my hipbone, to my clit.
I was hot earlier.
Now I feel like I’m starting to smolder, a low fire simmering deep in my stomach. I lift my left leg and brace the foot against his shoulder.
“This doesn’t feel like punishment.” My voice doesn’t sound like it belongs to me. Low, and lazy, and confident.
His mouth closes around my clit, his tongue flicking back and forth, and a gasp escapes me. That’s when I feel the thickness of his finger sliding inside me.
“This isn’t punishment.” His voice is hoarse. “But next time there will be. Would you like that, trouble? I’ve praised you. I’ve taught you. I can punish you, too.”
“Yes.” My breath is coming fast.
It’s still such a different sensation, his thick finger moving inside me. We both watch as he slowly adds a second to the first. “You’re tight,” he mutters. “We’ll go slow.”
“I’m not fragile.”
“I know you’re not.” He bends back down and presses another kiss to my clit. Between his tongue and his slowly working fingers, he gets both inside me and starts a slow, pumping tempo.
My hips rise up to meet the movement.
He chuckles around my clit, and I nearly come right then and there. He lifts his lips and keeps pumping his fingers. “ Are you jealous? she asks.” There’s a low groan in the back of his throat. “You know I want to fuck you. That’s never been the problem. You’re so good and so sweet. I’d give my right arm to feel you come around my cock. To tell you just how good you take me.”
My feet curl over the edge of the bed, my knees bent and spread for him. “ Please .”
He pulls his fingers out of me.
I lift up on my elbows. “What are you doing?”
“I’m doing what you asked me to,” he says, and reaches for the vibrator. It looks big from this angle, and my knees fall together. This felt like such a great idea a few hours ago.
“The only person,” he says darkly, “I should help prepare you for is me.”
He kisses my legs apart again and runs the silicone of the vibrator along my folds. Coating it, I realize. His eyes are nearly black. “Remember to talk to me, sweetheart. Will you be good for me and tell me if it gets to be too much?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Good.” His other hand slides up, coming to grip my hipbone. Grounding me and reminding me that he’s here. That we’re doing this together. My spread knees, his warm hands, the pounding of my heart.
“Breathe,” he murmurs. There’s a heavy pressure against my entrance, and he pushes it inside, just an inch. The stretch burns. I take another deep breath and feel his thumb smoothing circles over my hipbone. “That’s it. Relax.”
His hand moves down, finds my clit. I take another long breath, and the burn starts to fade. “That’s okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. You’re bigger than that vibrator, though.”
He groans. It’s a guttural sound, half buried in his throat. “Yes. But it’s good practice. Can you do that for me, sweet girl? Can you practice?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I can do that.”
He pushes it inside another inch, and I’ve never felt quite this full before. There’s something shifting inside me, and the burn is there, but it’s growing fainter, and his thumb moves back to my clit. “That’s it. You can take all of that.”
Something shifts, and he turns on the vibrations. It’s a low setting, but it reverberates inside me, makes the slick intrusion easier. A second later, he’s bent his head to press open-mouthed kisses to my clit.
It’s all too much and not enough, and is this the way it’s meant to feel? Why haven’t I been able to do all of this before? I think of the years I wasted not feeling like this, not having West in charge of my pleasure.
“That’s… I…”
“I know,” he says, and there’s another faint push inside me. “It’s all the way in now. You’re doing so good, baby. Seeing your pussy spread like this…”
He keeps it buried deep inside me and returns to licking my clit. I feel stretched and overstimulated, and the vibrations are deep, deep inside me, setting off a trembling in my lower stomach.
It would scare me if I hadn’t experienced this before.
It takes a few more minutes before my breath catches and my knees lock together. The orgasm starts deep inside me this time. It’s not a faint fluttering thing, but a deep tidal wave of feeling. I try to curl up. I can’t handle it, my mouth parts on a half-shout?—
His hand is there the next instant, a warm press against my lip. “Shh, sweetheart. Fuck. That’s it. Breathe…”
My eyes widen, locked on his only inches away from my face. “Whoops,” I mumble against his hand. I hadn’t realized I was making noise.
“It’s criminal to tell you to be quiet when you come so beautifully. But we can’t have anyone else in this house hearing.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Never for that.” He bends to press his forehead against my shoulder and chuckles against my skin. “Never apologize to me for anything.”
I pull him up, tug at him until he comes to rest beside me on the bed. I feel like a wrung-out rag, sun-drunk, happy, sweaty and warm. He runs a hand up and down my spine.
“I like this, too,” I murmur against his neck. “I love it when you hold me.”
He reaches for something, and then a soft sheet settles over me. Over us. His arm returns its movements along my back. “I won’t leave until you fall asleep,” he says against my hair. “You’re safe here too, sweetheart.”
Sleep claims me fast.