Chapter 18 Summer #2
Noah's gaze snaps to me as I get up. "Did he touch you?"
"I got in a couple of shots too." I smile, hoping it'll ease some of the fury in his eyes.
It doesn't.
Noah turns to Hector. "Remind him that he's not to touch her."
Hector nods and leaves the gym without another word, the door swinging shut behind him.
Noah turns to me, his gaze raking up and down my body, lingering on the way my sports bra pushes my boobs up.
A slow smile pulls at the corners of his lips before he's on me in a second, pinning me back against the wall, his arms a cage on either side of my body.
"So, you're not good at fighting, are you?"
I knee him in the balls, and he leans into me, his forehead landing on my shoulder as he lets out a labored breath.
"How's that for fighting?"
"Dirty." He smirks against my skin, his lips brushing against my collarbone and climbing higher up the side of my neck.
His teeth graze my jaw, and my breath hitches.
I slip my hands up his chest, ready to push him back a step. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I don't know." His teeth brush against my pulse, making it jump. "What do you think I'm doing?"
I hook my foot behind his heel, pushing him back.
He's sprawling on the floor, and I take off running, knowing this isn't going to end well.
The thrill of it all has arousal soaking me as he chuckles, his footsteps pounding on the ground, his reflection flashing through the mirrors as he chases after me.
Hands grip my hips, and he hauls me back, spinning me around and knocking my legs out from under me.
I go down hard, rolling to the side.
It's not fast enough, though.
He's on me, flipping me over so I'm facing him.
Noah's weight presses down on me. "There are going to be people who attack you. Ones who are bigger than you, and they're going to want to hurt you. What are you going to do if they do?"
I still beneath him, knowing that thrashing isn't going to do anything.
He eases off a little, his cock hardening and pressing into me.
He leans closer, and I use it to my advantage, rearing up and slamming my head into his nose.
Pain pounds through my skull, but it's worth it. It disorients him for a second, and I free an arm, punching him hard in the shoulder.
He shifts to the side, and I wiggle enough to get my feet under me.
I press them into his chest and shove him back as hard as I can.
He falls back, and I'm on him quickly, driving one knee into his chest and holding him down.
He grins up at me like he's loving this, lust in his eyes.
I could toy with him now. I could make him putty in my hands. This could be used against him.
But if I'm going to do that, I don't want it to be just for the sake of trying to manipulate him.
Noah is right about one thing. I do stuff down everything I want and everything I need for other people. I push everything I'm going through to the side because it's easier to deal with other people's shit than my own.
Right now, I want to do something for me.
I move to straddle his waist, grabbing his wrists and keeping his hands pinned to the floor.
He could get out of it if he really wanted to, but there's interest in his eyes as he watches me.
His body stiffens beneath mine as I lick the trail of sweat along his collarbone, taking my time to trace the tattoos before kissing his neck.
I suck on his pulse as it jumps. With a roll of my hips, I let out a soft moan, my pussy already aching.
He groans and lifts his hips, pressing into me.
I hold his wrists tighter, wanting to feel like the one in control even though I know I've never been less in control in my entire life.
Noah plays along, staying still other than the slow grind of his hips.
I sit back, letting go of his wrists long enough to peel my bra off over my head, tossing it to the side.
I run my hands down my waist and back up, cupping my breasts.
My thumbs brush against my nipples, already stiff peaks from the thought of getting to ride him.
Noah watches me, lacing his hands together behind his head.
"You gonna play with yourself for me?" His voice is husky and low as I stand, shedding the rest of my clothing before straddling him once more.
His cock presses through the thin fabric of his shorts, hard and long.
I grind against it, sliding up and down like it's my first time dry humping. I could come from the feeling of this alone, every brush of the fabric bunching against my clit making me ache more.
His gaze locks on my hands as I pinch my nipples hard, holding them tight, letting out a low moan. "Good girl. Such a good little slut, rubbing yourself all over me. You gonna make yourself come already?"
I moan, letting go of my nipples, waves of pleasure rolling through my body.
He takes control in an instant, flipping us over. He wastes no time in slipping off his shorts, the head of his cock sliding through my slick folds with no resistance.
How could there be when I've been dreaming of the chance to have him buried in me again?
Noah slams into me, taking my hands and pinning them high above my head. He rocks his hips, each deep thrust bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
His cock throbs as my inner walls squeeze around him.
"Please," I say, breathless, as my legs start to tremble.
His mouth finds mine, kissing me, swallowing my moans as I come hard around him, my entire body pulsing.
Noah groans, his head dropping to my shoulder as he comes, his thrusts slow and deep.
He pulls out, looking down at me. "If you keep this up, you're going to be mine—body, mind...and soul."
I let out a wavering breath as his hand slides down my body, fingers dipping between my legs, pushing our cum back into me, swirling it around my inner walls and having me panting within seconds.
Even though I know I should find several things very wrong with that, I don't.
And as he presses two fingers into me, I arch off the floor, one leg hooking around his waist, my foot digging into his back and pulling him closer to me.
Maybe being his doesn't sound so terrible.