Chapter 21 Nyx #3
When I feel steady enough, I manage to pull myself back from him.
A thought darts into my head and my mouth runs with it first before my brain even comprehends if it’s worth it.
“What about your girlfriend, Natalia?” I hope that bitch is too busy trying to find a plastic surgeon to wonder where Noc is, but the devious side of me would love for her to know he's with me. Petty? Don’t care.
I feel his chest rumble against mine. “You are jealous, aren't you? I knew it when you hit her in the club, a little more force than necessary after you already shot her.”
I roll my eyes. “She fucking shot me first Noc, she's lucky I didn't put one in between her goddamn eyes.” My voice hitches a notch, and that makes him throw his head back and laugh, but not me. My frown is so deep that I’m surprised my eyebrows aren’t touching my nose.
“Didn't deny it though, did you?” I shove him as he picks me up and throws me up the bed, crawling over me so his body cages me between his arms. “She's Volokov’s sister. I had no feelings for her - none. I used her for information to survive, that’s it.” I wriggle under his admission.
Hell I'd tell this man anything he wanted me to, so I can't blame her for falling into that trap.
“I don't like her, especially after you've told me that. Stay away from her.” I internally cringe at myself for just demanding him of that, we're not even together.
Only just connected again, and everything is still so new, we'll need to learn to build up trust again, no matter how familiar these moments feel together.
“Well, well. Look at you barking out fucking demands at me like you’re in charge here.” That smirk of his is downright sinful. His legs are in between my thighs, and he lowers himself just an inch, but the smallest amount of contact lights a flame in me, and I can already feel myself getting wet.
His pupils dilate as he watches me, he lowers himself again so he's leaning his bodyweight on me. He grinds himself against me, making my breathing hitch. Lowering himself to his elbows, my hands instinctively roam up his torso, careful to watch his wound, but I don’t even think he would notice.
My hands clasp onto his shoulders whilst he lowers his lips to mine.
Our kiss is fervent, desperate. It’s the same way he kissed me the day he left.
Savoring this small moment we have together, and I pray this one isn't our last.
My hands move under his arms as I feel a little insidious streak still wandering inside me, I drag my nails along his good side, feeling his smile against my lips. “Stop thinking about her.” His low laugh is wicked, and I hate that he knows me so well, even after all this time.
“I hate that she's touched you.” I whisper, shamelessly admitting that aloud, but if we're going to trust one another, I may as well get this out of my system.
He trails kisses along my cheek, going painfully slow as he reaches behind my ear and travels down my neck, my eyes fluttering closed as he speaks, his voice filled with smoke.
“'Would it make you feel better, if I told you that anytime she touched me, I had to imagine it was you?” Oh god, that shouldn't twist my core in the way it does.
I really need my head checked, because that just sent a thrill through me.
“Maybe,” I whisper as I get lost in the feeling of his lips teasing and nipping the sensitive skin on my neck.
He drags himself away, leaning over me. My eyes meet his challenge.
“No one else matters now, Malyshka. It's just you and me. You're mine, and I’m yours. And if I need to make her skin into a new coat for you to prove myself, then I’ll add tailor to my resume.” His words seem to snap any restraint I was trying to keep together inside me, the worries of the blonde evaporating.
I yank the collar of his shirt, pulling him in as our lips crash together, and it's intense. It sets off a reaction in him, making his hips grind forcefully against me. But it’s not enough.
He leans up and pulls my t-shirt over my head, and he does that thing that would fire the heat in my core - he yanks his shirt over his head with one hand.
His abs ripple with the smallest of shifts, it's mesmerizing.
I run my fingertips down them as he slowly undoes his cargos.
The blistering heat from his stare enflames my skin as I watch his movements, the fact the veins are prominent in his hands just adds to his whole allure, making me feel feral.
Someone undressing like this shouldn't get me so worked up, but it's down to him.
He makes most mundane tasks look hypnotic.
He's down to his boxers as he helps me undo my own cargos. I can’t even feel bad about not returning the favor, I was too busy enjoying his performance.
We're completely naked now that I've also shed my underwear, and the skin-on-skin contact sends goosebumps all over my body. It’s so intense they’ve spread from my skin to his, instinct has me gliding my hands up and down his forearms to ease them.
His fingers curl around my chin, his thumb traces along my jaw towards my mouth.
I stick my tongue out to wrap it around, pulling it to me, my lips capturing it as I suck and twirl to tease him.
“Fuck, Brodie.” Noc's voice is just above a whisper as he watches me, his eyes completely entranced as I feel the head of cock slowly glide into me.
I let him in with ease because I'm fucking soaked for him right now.
His face is engraved with desire. It almost looks like he's in pain, that he's struggling to keep up his painfully slow rhythm, but he's so lost in what I'm doing, that he can’t look away, like he's scared to miss it.
“I can't wait for those lips to be wrapped around my cock.” He tugs his hand away to lock his lips with mine, I wrap my hands in his hair and pull - hard.
I know he loves that; any time I do it, it earns me a feral growl from deep inside him, awakening the beast that lurks within.
He continues to move slowly, but each time he hits my cervix, he stays there for a beat, grinding against me before he pulls almost all the way out, then repeats.
It’s destroying me in the best fucking way, making me moan his name into his neck.
I'm fighting hard to be quiet. I don't know how soundproof this room is, and I don’t exactly want everyone to hear, even though they probably already know.
And just like someone's heard I need the theory tested, right at the point I can feel my orgasm ascending, there is a knock at the door as Phantom's voice filters through the room.
Neither of us answer, still lost in one another, but Noc picks up his pace ever so slightly.
He leans up, eyes locked with mine, his jaw slack but there's a mischievous smile edging the corners.
Oh hell no. He's picking up his pace to get me to scream so Phantom can hear me.
I throw my hand over my mouth, but he pins both my hands above my head, sealing them in his vice like grip.
An outright devilish look is all over his face as he slams into me.
The only noise is our loud breathing and slick skin slapping together.
He hits my g-spot so intensely, I have to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out.
My eyes are watering at the pain and pleasure mixing as the perfect concoction. “Guys!'” Phantom shouts again, I don’t even know what he said the first time he knocked.
“Gimme a sec,” I manage to reply, my voice sounding like a porn star, so needy as it mixes with my pants and moans.
Noc speaks at the same time as me, though his, “Fuck off” is less pleasant than I tried to be.
My orgasm erupts through me and he slams his hand over my mouth, muffling my cry.
I can feel him pulsing against my inner walls, coming undone with me.
I'm a sweating, breathless mess underneath him as he leans down to kiss my tear-streaked face.
“Good girl. Only I get to hear you cum.”