Chapter 23 #2
“Now, be a good girl for me and get on the bed.” Before I can take a step, I feel myself being airborne one second and plopping on the bed the next.
A squeal leaves my mouth as I bounce on the mattress, my hair fanning over my face.
“Tell me one more thing,” Noah says, peeling off his clothes one by one, putting his gorgeous tattoos and washboard abs on display. God, he is a mountain of muscles with a trim waist that only makes him hotter.
One day, I hope he’ll tell me what each of his tattoos means.
But for now, I soak in the sight of his chest with splatters of small hair and abs that could boil eggs over them. His thighs so thick, I wonder what it would be like to ride them.
I tuck the strands of hair behind my ears, not wanting anything to cut my view of him. “What?” I ask, blowing out a breath.
“Why were you not wearing your panties, Andie?” He stands only in his underwear, palming his erection as he teases me with the sight.
I don’t know if it’s his blunt question or his bold movements that turn my body into a furnace. For the first time today, I feel truly shy, wondering if I should tell him that I removed them when I used the washroom at the vet’s clinic.
“I wanted to be ready if we decided to…sleep together,” I sit up, shrugging my shoulders, my fingers twirling a strand of hair.
“Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” he groans, his length twitching under the fabric. “You have been walking around naked, basically begging me to fuck you?”
It’s a rhetorical question, but I still answer, “Y-Yes.”
“Fuck, baby,” he says, removing his underwear and flipping it in the pile of clothes somewhere on the floor.
My thighs rub together, folds clenching around empty air. “I need you, Noah,” I breathe, barely resembling any form of decency.
A wolfish smile grazes his lips. A smile that should scare me, but only has the opposite effect, as I feel flutters in my belly. There must be something wrong with me. Thankfully, that has Noah’s length leaking precum and pointing straight at me, so I’m not complaining.
“You’ve been a bad girl today, Andie,” he tsks, his hand wrapping around his length and giving it the first stroke. The action alone has me clenching the sheets and biting my lip as heat flares through my body.
“First, you provoke me by calling me a child when I ask you to stop, you taunt me,” he recounts in a low voice, walking closer to the edge of the bed.
“And then you go and hide your nipple piercings from me and tell me that you’ve been walking around with no panties.
So much disobedience all in one day? You need to be punished, baby.
” He lets his threat hang in the air, his hands never stopping their movement as he barely holds in a groan.
I’m gushing like a faucet at the word punishment.
Yes, give it to me.
I’ve spent so much of my life feeling unwanted, ugly, and unconfident in myself and my body. But this man disintegrates all those thoughts and beliefs with just one look at me.
With him, I feel wanted, sexy, and confident. And I couldn’t thank him enough for seeing me as I truly am and making me love myself again.
So, I tilt my chin up and look him dead in the eyes, letting the confidence he gave me bleed into the words. “So, what are you still standing there for? I’m right here.” I spread open my legs for him, putting my shaved core on display.
Noah’s eyes dart there, and his hold on himself tightens, his length red and angry. He drinks me in like it’s the last time. And who knows, maybe it is.
Maybe he’ll leave me tomorrow, after all, I only asked him to take my virginity. With the way things are progressing, he’d have done it by tonight.
But for tonight, he’s mine.
And I am his.
“Lie down on your back.”
The command shoots through me like a rocket, and I’m obeying before I even know I’m doing it.
“Good girl,” he praises, the satisfaction of having me submit to him drowning his words. I never knew I had a praise kink, but with how wet I become between my legs and how my heart bursts with pride, I reckon that I do, in fact, love that.
He places his knees on the bed and leans over me, his hands beside my head, holding his weight.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful that sometimes it feels like my messed-up brain has conjured you out of sheer will,” he rasps, swallowing an audible gulp, making my heart thump against my chest as it begs to hug his.
I rake a hand through his hair, pull myself closer to his lips, and once again wonder how they would taste. His eyes say that he has the same thought running through his mind, or maybe it’s just me searching for something that’s not there.
“I’m real,” I whisper, and he shudders above me, loving that I have so much effect on him.
He presses his forehead to mine, his eyes fluttering close as he exhales, “Thank fuck!”
I giggle at his expression, and his eyes pop open, inside them a blazing inferno. “I love it when you laugh, Andie. But today, I wanna hear you cry while you suffocate my cock with that tight pussy of yours,” he growls, each of his crude words music to my ears.
The smile on my face slips as a whimper brushes past my lips. “Yes…please.” I nod at him, not above begging with how empty I feel at this point.
A rakish grin takes over his face. “I love it when you beg.” He supports himself with one hand while he rubs a strand of hair between his fingers, watching them enraptured. “Who would have thought that the innocent virgin woman was just waiting for a man to bring her to her knees?”
The second, his eyes turn to me, my breath hitches, waiting to see what he says next.
“Who would’ve thought that you are the type to walk around bare under your clothes, or that the thought of being caught turns you on? Or that you would get your nipples pierced.” He shakes his head. “Certainly, not me. But oh, how fucking glad I am that you proved me wrong on counts.”
When I feel the weight of him between my legs and his words make me want to combust, I rub myself on his shaft. It’s not in, but the contact is enough to send both of us reeling as we groan at how good it feels.
My eyes flutter shut, unable to bear the pleasure of how stimulated I feel, especially after being denied an orgasm once.
Noah’s hand wraps around my throat, forcing me to open my eyes. “Eyes on me,” he commands in a guttural tone. “You’ll look at me when I take your virgin pussy and make you come on my cock, Andie.”
His eyes hold me captive, and I couldn’t have strayed even if he hadn’t told me to. “Y…Yes,” I stutter as he feels the words beneath his palm.
Noah leaves my throat, and his hand goes down between our bodies, his eyes following. I hold my breath for what feels like eternity until I feel his touch on my bundle of nerves.
His chest rumbles with a groan, which I feel in mine with him flushed to me. “Good,” he rasps. “You’re soaking wet, so it shouldn’t hurt much.”
The thought brings me a little peace of mind since this is my first time. His eyes come to me, looking deeply, so I understand what he says next. “You say the safe word, and I stop,” he reminds me, his voice soft enough to assure me of the sincerity behind his words.
“Okay,” I nod, cupping his cheek, grateful that he’s being both gentle and rough, whichever the occasion calls for.
It seems like the occasion calls for a little roughness now, because the softness instantly evaporates, and he switches back to the Noah who likes to be the dominant one in the bedroom.
“Let me get a condom.” He begins to pull back to stand, but I wrap my arms around him to stop him. “What is it?” He looks at me with his brows furrowed, searching my eyes.
I hesitate before answering. “I…am on the pill, if you wanted to…” I let the statement hang in the air, knowing he’ll understand what I mean.
His eyes flare wide at the realization. “You want me to go bare?” I give a small nod, afraid he’ll turn me down, or I don’t know, laugh in my face.
But of course, he does none of those things. “I’m regularly tested,” he shares. “But that’s a big decision. You sure?”
“I am,” I tell him with all the confidence I can muster.
“Okay, good girl,” he praises, leaning back over me, a wicked gleam shining in his eyes that promises a good time. “Now, hold on, Rainbow, because it’s gonna be a long night.”
Let’s hope I don’t die of overstimulation before I ever come.