68. Noah
NOAH
The second I place pressure on the back of her neck, she takes me into her mouth. Her body hums with desire as she greedily starts sucking my cock. Jesus Christ. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to keep my attention on the road.
Her throat tightens as she gags when we hit a pothole. The sensation causes me to gasp as my fingers tighten on the back of her neck, but she still doesn’t pull away. She devours me, bobbing her head and barely letting any of me out of her mouth before swallowing again.
I can’t focus on the road. My eyes keep falling to where this perfect woman is lying with her head on my lap.
I glance around recognizing exactly where we are.
There’s a small, secluded parking lot on the side of the road just up ahead.
It’s like a scenic lookout area over Lake Huron.
It’s early enough so I don’t think anyone will be there already, at least I’m hoping not because otherwise I’m going to end up running off the road because of how fucking good this feels.
I release her neck to turn into the area, and her body tenses before she stops and sits up in the seat. The parking lot is completely empty. It’s hidden from the road by rows of thick pines giving us the perfect cover.
“What are you doing?”
I don’t give her a second to question where we are.
I grab her by the neck and crush her lips to mine.
I need to taste her. Breathe her in. I need every fucking part of this woman right now.
She smiles against my lips as her hand wraps around my cock and a low growl escapes me. She’s going to drive me insane.
“I didn’t want us to get into a car crash,” I grumble as I barely let our lips move apart.
“No?”
“No.”
“But then the cops might come…and the firefighters,” she says coyly, and I swear my vision goes red.
“Oh, really? You want to see that fire chief again?” I growl in frustration as my hand slips inside her shirt and grips her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra.
When I grip her hair and pull her slightly away to look into her eyes, I can see it. That heated look of desire and mischief. She’s pushing my buttons because she saw how jealous I got when he tried to give her his number.
“He did say I could call him if I need anything…”
“Willow,” I say heatedly as I tighten the grip on her neck and breast.
“Noah…” she says, mocking me.
“Fuck, you make me crazy, Little Rabbit. Don’t you see that?”
Her short little laugh is all I need to hear. I unhook my seatbelt and flip us until she’s on her back along the front seat, legs spread, and I’m now kneeling between her thighs.
“How crazy?” she purrs.
“Seeing the way he looked at you made me want to rip his eyes out of his skull.”
Her soft gasp has me worried, but only for a millisecond before I feel her legs tightening around my waist.
“He was only being nice,” she teases as she runs her fingers up my arms.
My cock is still out. Her eyes follow down my body to where it’s pressed right against her core.
Her hands reach for it again, but I stop her.
I grip both her wrists and pin them above her head pressing my length against her harder.
Even through the leggings, I can feel the heat radiating off of her.
“No fair. You didn’t let me finish what I was doing earlier and now I can’t even touch you?” she whines as she writhes beneath me.
“How badly do you want to touch me, Little Rabbit?” I ask as I place soft kisses against her neck.
“So badly it’s driving me crazy.”
I groan as I roll my hips letting her feel what she’s doing to me. She moans when my cock presses against her clit and even through the fabric, she’s already gasping from the sensation. Her eyes close as her head tilts back exposing her throat to me.
“Crazy? You don’t know the meaning of the word, Little Rabbit,” I whisper against her skin as I place a kiss on the hollow of her throat.
Her soft whimper has me practically coming undone already. Without fully releasing her wrists, I lean and open the glove box. Inside is another hidden compartment with some of my equipment I always keep on hand for hunts.
Zip-ties, duct tape, scraps of cloth for a blindfold, and a few knives.
Her head snaps to the side when she hears the glove box open, and her eyes go wide as she slowly looks back at me.
“Noah…”
“Shh. I told you before, Willow. I will never hurt you.”
I lean down and press a firm kiss against her lips.
My bottom lip still stings from where she bit me earlier.
I can tell she has more of a wild side than she’s letting on.
All in good time though. I don’t want to rush her if she’s not ready to accept that part of herself.
I felt the way her body shuddered when she tasted my blood.
It turned her on even more. I want her to know she can explore anything with me.
“Do you trust me?” I ask as I release her wrists to cup her face.
Her hands stay pinned above her head obediently as she looks deep into my eyes and nods.
“I want to hear you say it, Little Rabbit. Do you trust me?”
“Yes. I trust you, Noah.”
“Good girl.”
I reach into the glove box and grab one of the clean scraps of fabric I just restocked.
“Then lie back and let me take control.”
She stares up at me with a look of desire but also unease.
She wants this, she’s just afraid. She said she doesn’t let herself get close to people, and I bet that means intimately as well.
She probably hasn’t ever had the chance to explore anything like this with someone.
She acts like she wants to be the one in control, but even I know sometimes it’s better to be controlled.
I slowly wrap the fabric around her head blocking out her vision. Her fingers flex above her head and snag my attention. Can’t have her moving now, can we?
I grab the thick zip-ties and use a few to form a makeshift set of handcuffs, then wrap them around her wrists. I can feel her thighs clamp down around my waist. I can see her nipples straining against the fabric, and I can’t wait to bite and tease them.
“You’re doing such a good job, Willow. If you want any of this to stop, I want you to say red. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she says breathlessly.
This is going to be fun.
I use another zip tie to attach her handcuffs to the bar handle on the door. Her body is stretched taut underneath me. Her back is slightly arched pushing her breasts up, tempting me more.
I need these clothes off now. She’s in the damp leggings, my jacket, my hoodie, and probably my T-shirt under that. Fuck. Seeing her wearing my clothes does something to me. It makes me even more feral than I already am, but there are too many layers between us. I need to feel her bare skin.
I reach back into the glove box and grab one of my new knives. It’s sharp and clean. Never even had a single drop of blood on its blade, but tonight it might get its first taste.
The sound of me unsheathing the knife is the only other noise inside the truck other than her rapid breathing and breathy moans when I occasionally roll my hips against her.
“Noah…Is that a knife?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“What are you going to do?” she asks, but her tone is filled with anything but fear.
Lust…Desire…That’s all I can hear as each word passes her lips.
“Do you want me to stop, Little Rabbit?” I ask as I lower the blade between her legs and hold it against her inner thigh.
“No.”
“Remember, you say red and we stop. No questions asked.”
She nods as she bites her lower lip. I pull the fabric away from her pussy before slicing into the leggings. I let the blade glide through them and slowly expose her to me. Her pale skin is glowing in comparison to the onyx black leggings.
I trail the knife lower down her thigh before repeating the same movements to the other leg until her leggings are sliced open down the inner seam and I can finally see her perfect pussy, bare and completely uncovered. Fuck, I love it when she doesn’t wear anything underneath.
She’s drenched, and not from standing in the snow. She’s so turned on that I bet a single swipe of my tongue would have her coming apart. I want to test this theory, but there’s still too much covering her body.
I let my knife make quick work of the hoodie as I slice it completely up the middle then do the same to her T-shirt. The lace bralette she’s wearing is the same blue as her favorite color.
I let my fingers tease along her hard nipples straining against the fabric. Her body writhes as she whimpers, and it makes my cock throb. I know she can feel it pressed against her core as her hips shift begging for more friction.
I grip her hip to hold her still with one hand before running the tip of the blade gently down her bare stomach, being careful not to break the skin. Not yet…
Neither of us has said a word for a very long time. The only sounds surrounding us are her breathy pants as I continue to torture us both. I want to say fuck it and bury myself inside of her, but I’m also enjoying her reactions far too much to rush this.
I let the tip trail back up her pale skin, leaving a red scratch, slipping it under the bra just between her breasts, and quickly slicing through the lace. Her back arches as the air caresses her bare skin.
“Noah, please,” she whimpers.
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my control in check.
“Soon, Little Rabbit.”
She groans in frustration, but it trails into a moan as I lean forward and gently bite on her left nipple before teasing it with my tongue. Her hands tug at the zip tie cuffs and she growls. The sound goes straight to my cock.
I bite harder on her nipple and gently pull before letting it go. The red markings of my teeth can already be seen against the dusty rose coloring of her nipples.
I want to see if I can push her further. Just a bit. I don’t know if she’s ready to accept the level of darkness where my mind goes when I think about her, but this could be a start.
“Willow, remember your word,” I whisper softly as I kiss between her breasts and down her body.
The front seat of my truck is a bit cramped, but the confined space only seems to make it hotter.
I can feel her muscles flexing beneath my lips as I continue to kiss lower until I’m right above her clit.
The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, and I could spend all day worshiping this woman and never get bored.
“Please,” she cries as I tease around her sensitive clit with kisses, not quite touching that spot she’s aching for the most.
I flip the knife around in my hand and grab hold of the base of the blade where it meets the hilt. The sharp sting of it biting into my flesh only causes my cock to throb more forcing beads of pre-cum to drip from the tip.
Taking my time, I run the handle of the blade along her inner thigh. She gasps as she feels the ridged grip of the handle inching closer to her drenched cunt. I watch as her pussy muscles clench when I rest the handle right against her entrance.
“Last chance, Little Rabbit,” I say as I stroke up and down her slit, coating the handle in her arousal.
I watch as she bites her lip. She’s hesitant but not because she’s afraid of what I could do…
She’s afraid of the fact that she wants this.
Her pale skin is flushed, her breathing is rapid, her nipples are tight, and she’s soaked.
There’s no denying my little rabbit has a dark side like me, but I want to hear her say it.
“If you want me to stop, say the word,” I say, giving her one last chance.
“No.”
Her word is finite.
She wants this just as badly as I do. I place my left hand on her inner hip keeping her legs spread wide. With the other, I slowly let the tip of the handle slip inside. Her gasp is caught in her throat as I press forward another half an inch, just past the first finger groove.
“Oh God, Noah. Don’t stop.”