Chapter Forty-Three
Tori
His mouth meets mine, his fingers braid into my hair with a painful tug as he dives into me. His kiss is rough and desperate, and it’s everything I need in this moment. My body thrums with excitement, the recklessness of what we are doing awakening something inside me.
The rain hammers louder, the stable growing darker as the storm moves closer, and I couldn’t think of a more perfect moment than this to get lost in him.
“Don’t be gentle with me,” I murmur.
He grins against my mouth. “Oh, darlin’, I wasn’t planning to.
” With an almost painful grip on my hip, he takes me by surprise, spinning me and pressing me over the wooden saddle rack.
I gasp as the rough wood grazes my skin, but I welcome it.
He presses open mouth kisses up my spine, the contrast of his hot breath on my cold skin awakening every nerve ending in my body; pleasuring and tormenting me in the most beautiful way.
His teeth nip my ear as he moves the hair from the nape of my neck.
“Open your legs,” he commands in a low growl, and I obediently oblige, widening my legs and arching my back in a silent invitation for more.
His fingers brush my swollen pussy, the evidence of my need for him coating his fingers. I almost whimper in protest when he removes them, but then hot, wet fingers meet my lips, and he pushes two inside.
“Suck,” he demands.
I swirl my tongue, drenching his digits with my saliva, knowing I should feel embarrassed or dirty tasting my own arousal, but the sweet taste has me moaning and bucking my hips against his hardening length.
To my absolute shock and pleasure, he slaps my bare ass and groans.
My head falls back against his chest, and I hum around his fingers.
“So impatient, darlin’.” He removes his fingers from my mouth, replacing them with his mouth and tongue.
He pushes his fingers inside me, and I whimper, but he doesn’t relent.
He works his fingers in and out at a delicious, eye rolling pace.
His hand wraps around my throat, keeping me in place as he devours my mouth.
My hips move of their own accord, searching for more as I lift my arms behind me, holding the back of his head and deepening our kiss.
“Noah, baby, please…” I plead, my voice no longer sounding like my own as I beg for my release, bucking against his hand. My words must do something to him as he removes his fingers and takes my hands, planting them on the wooden box and nipping my shoulder.
The crisp, metallic smell of the sound rain that’s beating against the wooden roof and my uneven breathing fills the space around.
My knees almost buckle when I hear the familiar sound of his zipper and the clang of his belt against the concrete floor.
He kicks my feet apart, forcing me to lean forward, my bare ass on full display as I bend to his will.
“Does my girl want to get fucked?” he asks as his hand smooths over the globes of my ass.
My girl.
“Yes,” I breathe out, “please, fuck me, hard.”
His hard cock presses against my entrance, and I wiggle my hips in anticipation. His hand glides up my spine, landing on the back of my neck, squeezing just enough to send a rush through my body that has me dizzy with need.
“I’ve got you, baby.” His tone is gritty as he makes good on his promise and thrusts inside, stealing the breath in my lungs.
He doesn’t take it slow, doesn’t hold back, and gives me exactly what I begged for.
He pistons his hips, slamming into me, the impact making my hardened nipples graze against the hard wood, creating a toe-curling friction that almost has me reaching my climax.
But I don’t want it to end, I cling to reality and the present moment as best I can, but the way he angles his hips, driving into me with punishing thrusts, and his expert fingers rub my swollen clit, my thighs quiver, and I know it won’t be much longer.
“You drive me fucking wild,” he grinds out between thrusts. A string of moans and curses fall from my lips as he fucks me. My core tightens, and my legs stiffen, but then he stops. He fucking stops.
“What the…” I begin yelling in protest, but he spins me to face him, lifting me and planting my bare ass on the wooden box, angling my body just enough to slam back into me.
“You are going to look at me when you come and scream my fucking name. Do you understand, darlin’?” His eyes are wild, the muscles of his neck flexing beneath the chain of his dog tags.
I’m rendered speechless, so I nod, looping my arms around his shoulders for leverage as he rails into me. I thread my fingers into his dark, wet hair, earning a hiss when I tug and press my mouth to his.
Something about this man breaks me down and makes me want to hand every part of myself to him. I feel tethered to him, and that thought used to scare me, but now it excites me. How lucky am I to have found someone who gets me so completely and wants me just as badly as I want him.
“Noah, I…”
“I’m right here, baby, I got you,” he soothes as he leans his forehead against mine.
"I’m…” I try to choke out, but it’s useless.
“Let go, darlin’. Come for me.”
Every word I want to say is stolen by my climax. I splinter into tiny fragments, suspended in time as my vision darkens and blood thunders through my veins. He empties inside me on a roar, our bodies shuddering together as he holds onto me like I’m the only thing keeping him upright.
We stay like that for a while, just listening to the storm easing, too scared to move, because when we do, we have to decide what this all means.
We have spent too many years not giving this, this thing between us, the acknowledgment it deserves, but before we can do that, there’s one more thing I need to do before I can truly give myself to Noah in all the ways he deserves.