Chapter Twenty-three
Her hands hit the edge of a low table as I bend her forward with a hand on the nape of her neck. She lets out a shocked gasp that turns to a moan while my hand runs down her spine and to her ass, squeezing the firm globe before I let it slip between her legs, her cunt still covered by lace.
“Look at you,” I practically growl, heart hammering so hard inside my chest, I can feel it in my throat, “So fucking perfect and all fucking mine.”
“Noah, please,” she whimpers as I gently move my fingers over where she wants me the most, adding a touch of pressure so she can have a tease of what’s to come.
“You want my cock, pretty girl?” I ask.
“Yes,” she hisses as I pinch her clit but let go quickly.
“Beg me for it,” I demand.
I yank at the straps keeping her panties in place, forcing them down her thighs. She tries to stand, but I keep her bent over, much too content with the view of her like this. All soft skin and elegant curves, the glitter making her appear ethereal, a pretty little sparkling diamond just for me.
“Come on, Sid,” I coax, “Beg me to fill you up. Beg me to stretch open this pretty pussy and fill it with my come.”
With her now exposed, I tease two fingers at her entrance, feeling how wet she is for me, how hot, and my whole body responds. My cock aches painfully behind my zipper, leaking into my boxers.
“Fuck, yes,” she cries, “Please, Noah. Please fuck me.”
I groan as her words slide over my skin. “Stand up, rest your hand on the counter.”
With trembling limbs, she does as I ask, turning slightly so she can rest one hand on the table for balance while I free my dick and grasp it, jerking a few times as I swipe my thumb over the bead of precum on the tip.
“Open,” I command, lifting my thumb to her lips.
She parts and sucks it into her mouth, tongue swirling to take everything I offer to her.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Hold on.”
I reach for the back of her knee and lift, forcing her to lean to the side and press onto her toes to keep her balance. Hooking her leg over my forearm, I line up with her cunt; the tip nudging against her heat. I haven’t even entered her yet, and I’m already a near-whimpering mess.
My eyes roll back as I thrust forward, impaling her on my cock to the sound of her cry, one arm holding her leg where I want it, the other hand curled around her hip, holding her to me as I pump my hips, almost pulling all the way out before I thrust back in. Hard.
Our skin slaps together, fingers bruise and nails scratch as she clings to me, head thrown back as I fuck her in the middle of the gardens. With every thrust, her skin sparkles, the lights above highlighting the new sheen of perspiration that’s dampened her skin.
“Fuck, Noah,” she whimpers, “It’s deep.”
“You can take it,” I speak through gritted teeth, eyes on where I disappear into her body, cock slicked wet with her arousal. “You were made for me, baby. Feel how fucking good we are.”
The position allows me in at an angle we haven’t tried before, opening her up to take every inch of me. My balls slap with every hard, powerful thrust, her cunt sucking me in, drenching me.
“I need to come,” she begs. “God. Please.”
“You can come when I tell you to come,” I grind out, “Not before, and not after.”
She squeezes her eyes closed as her teeth sink into her lip.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Her eyes spring open, the deep coffee brown swirling, a tinge of gold in the depths of them.
“So fucking pretty,” my thrusts turn slower but no less deep, jerking her body every time my body meets hers. “Look at you taking every fucking inch of me.”
Her eyes flare, “Please.”
I’m not sure if it’s the soft way she says it or the absolute desperation on her face, but my resolve breaks.
Pulling out of her, I drop to my knees, force her knee to my shoulder and bury my face between her legs.
Her cry reaches the ceiling and bounces back to me on an echo.
Two fingers slide inside, thrusting as deep as they’ll go while my tongue flicks her clit.
I feel her immediately start to pulse against me, hips rolling, riding my face as she chases the orgasm tightening all of her muscles.
She tastes so fucking good, so damn sweet, and when she climaxes for me, I don’t let up.
She rides my face, dragging out every second of her orgasm, coming all over my mouth while my fingers curl against that sweet spot inside of her, prolonging the ecstasy for just a little bit longer.
But I am a desperate man, and I need back inside her. Pushing back onto my heels, I move my hands to her thighs and coax her toward me. She straddles my lap and with a hand on her ass, I guide her down, entering her once again, my mouth finding her chest, teasing a hardened nipple with my teeth.
With the residual tremors of her orgasm still pulsing through her, she falls right into another as she rides me, my cock sawing in and out of her. The hard path bites into my knees, but fuck the pain.
I’ll spend an eon on my knees for her.
“That’s it, baby,” I whimper, the muscles in my neck growing tight as I try to cling on to the fraying rope, but the pleasure is tearing through me. “Fucking ride me. Take my cock. Take my come.”
“Oh god,” she moves faster, harder, bouncing on my dick. My hands slide over her sweaty skin, the hair at her temples and nape a little damp, but fuck, she is glorious. “Yes, yes, yes.” She cries out, nails biting into my shoulders as she crashes and burns, bringing me down with her.
My cock jerks and spills, the orgasm a relief that has my groan joining hers, muscles spasming as I fill her up with every damn drop.
Still, it’s not enough.
I gently lift her off me and immediately replace my cock with my fingers.
“Thank me,” I growl.
She wobbles, snatching out to catch herself on my shoulders as I push my come back inside of her.
“Look at this greedy pussy, Sidney.” I fuck her with my fingers, my come seeping down over my hand, “So ready for more.”
“Too much,” she cries, but her body moves regardless, pushing down on my fingers for more. She fucks herself against my hand.
“Not enough,” I groan, looking at the mess we’ve made. “Say thank you, Sidney, for my come. For my cock. Tell me how much you fucking love it.”
“Jesus,” she moves harder, faster, “Thank you. More.” Her words are breathless, almost too quiet to hear. “You feel so good.”
I press my thumb to her sensitive clit, rolling it softly while she continues to fuck herself on my fingers.
“Come for me, baby,” I suck her nipple into my mouth, teasing a little with my teeth and grin when she comes for me for a third time.
Her body goes lax against me after I pull out my fingers, and I gather her up, holding her to my chest as she calms her breathing.
We stay there for a few minutes, the quiet of the gardens blanketing us, but I know we need to get up and move.
I only have this place for a few hours, and I have no idea how much time has passed.
The last thing I want is for someone to stumble upon us like this.
Gently, I coax her off me and help her stand, quickly righting myself before I reach for her panties and slide them back up her legs.
She’s unsteady, eyes a little glazed but content.
I pick up her dress and she steps into it, allowing me to move the satin back up her body and put the straps back into place, but neither of us are as put together as we were when we started this evening.
There’s my come stain on my pants and her hair has frizzed up a little in the heat and humidity, her red lipstick smeared around her mouth.
And the glitter. It’s still on her, but I have it on me now too, on my palms, my arms and probably on my dick.
She leans into me sleepily, “I don’t kiss on first dates.” Her mumble is barely coherent, but a loud laugh bursts from me, throaty and light, and her responding grin has a euphoric kind of feeling blooming inside my chest.
“Oh baby, we didn’t kiss,” I chuckle, my hand sliding to the nape of her neck, a juxtaposition to how I held it earlier but this a move I have made a hundred times before, “But we’re breaking that rule and I’m correcting my mistake.”
She tilts her head back as my mouth lands on hers, the kiss soft and gentle, the complete opposite to how we were only a few moments ago. I kiss her like we’ve been doing it forever, making up for all that lost time and moments I have yearned for her taste.
I draw away, keeping her close, “Let me take you home.”
She nods quietly, and with my hand on the base of her spine, I guide her back toward the entrance. We’re let out by the same person who let us in, and while Sid keeps quiet, her cheeks burning from what we just did, I say good night and thank them before hurrying us to the waiting car.
“Do you think she knew?” I glance back toward the woman who has her head dipped, avoiding eye contact.
“No,” I lie, praying it doesn’t get us permanently banned from the gardens. I’ll pay whatever I need to make sure that doesn’t happen.
The ride back to the penthouse passes quickly and quietly. While Sidney was watching the wet city roll by outside the windows, the rain still falling, I ordered us the ice cream I had promised this morning, so it was waiting for us by the time we arrived home.
“Stay the night,” I grab the bag from the front desk, and we head to the elevators.
“Was I supposed to go home?” She teases, “Since when would that ever happen?”
I grin, “Just making sure I still had my girl.”
She quirks a brow, “You’ll never get rid of me now. Your dick is just too good.”
“And here I thought it was because you loved me.”
“That too, I guess,” she winks and steps out of the elevator, kicking off her shoes and making herself at home. And I follow, like I always will.