15. Clint
CHAPTER 15
Clint
W hen Nora sucks me between her beautiful lips, I think that I might die.
Holy shit. Fuck. Goddamn.
Every curse I can think of runs through my mind, because Nora sucking me into her mouth is surely going to send me straight to hell.
It feels wrong to have something this fucking sweet. Like it’s forbidden, and I’m just here. Waiting for the other shoe to fall.
I groan as she hollows out her cheeks, taking me deep. I move, blocking the spray from the showerhead from landing on her, and one of my hands reaches forward to cup the back of her neck.
Fuck. She looks so good on her knees in front of me. Nora naked is prettier than anything I’ve ever seen. Her tanned body is small but full of muscle, with little white lines marking the edges of a swimsuit, and not for the first time, I wonder where she spent so much time in the sun. And why the hell that dickbag ex-boyfriend of hers saw that body and chose to walk away from it.
The thought of him makes me insanely possessive. I growl, fisting my hands in her hair and tugging her down on me. She makes a small sound like she’s gagging, and I ease back. When she moves down, making the sound again and taking more of me, though, my eyes roll back in my head .
Fuck.
I don’t sleep around. Unlike Shane and Landon, I don’t have a lot of time to find sexual partners. I don’t really want to, honestly. One less chance for someone to walk away from me, if I don’t have someone to begin with.
But with Nora… I don’t want to walk away from her.
The truth feels like a yawning chasm in my chest, and I’m right at the edge of it. I don’t want to walk away from Nora.
But you will, if you need to.
The thought makes me angry. I move my hand to Nora’s face, cupping her chin as she slides me in and out of her mouth.
“Nora,” I grunt. “I’m going to come.”
She looks up at me, her blue eyes sparkling. Do it.
The implication is clear, but… not here. Not like this.
I pull back, watching my cock pop out of Nora’s mouth with an audible noise. I gently lean forward, tugging her up. She looks up at me with a question in her eyes. “Clint?”
Fucking hell. Last time, she interpreted this as a dismissal.
To answer that question, I tug her forward, her back to my front. I lean down, and she twists, meeting my lips right above her shoulder.
I kiss her deeply. When we break the kiss, my cock is nearly weeping, and I’m ready to come right there against her ass.
“Not yet,” I whisper. I lean forward, grabbing her bottle of shampoo. I squeeze some onto my hands, then slowly put them on her head.
Nora stiffens. Gently, I start to massage the shampoo into her hair. Nora’s hesitation lasts all of a few minutes before she moans, relaxing under my touch.
Fuck yes.
I finish, rinse her hair out, then grab the conditioner. I do the same, repeating the process, before reaching for her body wash.
This is the part I’m looking forward to.
My hands roam every inch of her body. Everything I saw Landon and Shane touch, I touch myself, exploring every part of her skin until she’s panting in my arms.
I turn her, rinsing the soap from her, before spinning her back.
“Clint,” she whispers, the noise a prayer that I hope to fulfill.
“Relax, darlin’,” I murmur against her ear. One of my hands cups her breasts, kneading and pinching her nipple into a stiff peak under my fingertips. The other skates down her front.
When I part her, we both moan. She feels so good, slick and hot, wetter than the water cascading around us. I want to come right here. But first, I want to feel her shatter around my fingers.
I move her leg slightly, then press two fingers deep inside her. Nora moans, opening her legs, placing one on the side of the tub. “Clint.”
My name on her lips makes me fucking crazy. I bite her neck, ravenous for her, while I pump my fingers inside her again. She’s impossibly slick, and if we weren’t in the shower, I know she’d be running over my hands.
There’s no doubt. She wants me, just as much as she wanted them.
I hadn’t realized how much that mattered to me until now. My cock tightens painfully against the smooth skin of her ass.
Soon, I tell myself. Soon, I’m going to fuck her. But first, I want her to come for me.
“Clint, I…” Nora gasps as I add another finger, twisting until I hit the angle I know is going to drive her wild. The hand that was around her breast goes to her middle, bracing her up while she bucks wildly in my arms.
“You gonna come for me first, darlin’? It’s the only way this is gonna work,” I grunt in her ear.
“I… Please,” she whispers.
Fuck me. That word undoes me every time.
My thumb strums against her clit, and I twist my fingers. Nora gasps, leaning forward, her hands slapping out against the tile to hold herself up.
When I feel her come around my fingers, I can’t believe how good it is. I shut my eyes, doing everything in my power not to come right along with her. When she finally finishes, the shudders, pausing, and her breath returns to normal. I slowly, reluctantly, pull my hand from her.
I shut the shower off, then open the curtain. I step out, grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist and another one to wrap around her.
Nora meekly lets me, all trace of the hellcat who screamed at me in a field gone. She trusts me.
The realization feels heavy, somehow. But it also feels… right.
I pick her up, relishing the little squeak she makes as I tug her to the bed. We’re in Nora’s childhood bedroom, and I do not give one single fuck.
I’m going to take her here. I’m going to show her exactly how much I want her. And how much I like that she trusts me.
Nora sprawls out on the bed. I watch her back arch, following the trail of tiny droplets of water as they run down her smooth skin.
Fuck.
“Lay back,” I say. “Put your arms above your head.”
Nora raises an eyebrow but complies. I disappear into the bathroom, then reappear with my belt. Her eyes widen as I take it and lightly weave it through her extended hands before securing it to the ancient iron of her bedframe.
“Figured you’d be the type of guy who wanted to tie me up,” she says in a sultry tone.
I shake my head. “Not that.”
“What is it?”
“If you touch me, I’ll… you can’t touch me,” I clarify. If she touches me, I’m going to come too soon.
Nora seems to understand. She shifts slightly, testing the bond.
“Is it hurting you?” I’d feel like a piece of shit if it was.
She shakes her head. “No. Just never been… tied up before.”
I wait, nervous for her to continue.
Finally, she nods. “I like it.”
It’s all the encouragement that I need. I move forward. In the shower, touching Nora was a necessity. I needed it like I needed to breathe.
Now? It’s a fucking treat.
My hands roam over her body. I touch her fine shoulders, marveling at the muscle I find there, even though they look so delicate. I touch her collarbones, my fingers sliding down toward her breasts. I cup one, then the other, pushing them up. Leaning forward, I nuzzle the space between them, letting the hair of my beard scratch at her soft skin.
“Shit, Clint. That feels good,” she moans.
I smile, wrapping my lips around one nipple. It hardens under my tongue, and I lap at it before using my teeth to gently bite it, tugging lightly.
“Oh, fuck,” Nora pants.
Yes. If there’s one thing I’ve noticed about Nora, it’s that she reserves her cussing for when she really means it. The fact that I was able to get that out of her? Triumph floods me.
Gently, I play with the other nipple, moving one of my hands up to squeeze at her opposite breast while I do. Before long, she’s panting and writhing underneath me, arching her chest up to meet me as I work.
When I pull back, I see that her chest is red with the abrasion from my beard. It makes me feel bad, until Nora moans. “More, Clint.”
I won’t deny her anything. Not one fucking thing. Nora could ask me to bring her the moon, and I’d get out my lasso to get it.
I move down. I lap at the water gathered in her belly button, kissing her stomach. When I come to her thighs, I push them apart, biting the soft skin on either leg before I use my thumb to pull up on her inner lips slightly.
I was so fucking jealous of Landon the other day. I want to know what Nora tastes like.
I don’t hesitate. I lick at her, suckling her clit for a long minute before making slow, leisurely laps at her sweet taste. She’s so fucking pretty here, all lush curves and glistening moisture, and I can’t wait to be inside her.
Nora writhes. “Clint, I… please. I want you inside me,” she pants.
I straighten, lightly fisting my cock. I move my hand down before gripping the base, holding on tightly so that I won’t come as soon as I’m inside her. Gently, I notch myself to her entrance. Nora widens her legs. She tugs at the belt binding her, and I smile.
This is exactly why I wanted her bound.
Slowly, I press forward. I’m about halfway in when I realize something. I didn’t use a condom.
I freeze, guilt swamping me. “Nora, I?—”
“I don’t give a shit about a condom, Clint,” Nora whispers. “I trust you.”
I trust you .
The words linger over me, a balm that I didn’t know I needed. If Nora can trust me, then I can trust her, too.
Slowly, aware of my size, I press inside her until I’m fully in. When I do, I give my hips a little twitch, and we both gasp.
Nora’s eyes fly open. “Clint,” she says, a note of awe in her voice. “More.”
I move. Slowly at first, I pump my hips. She’s thrashing, even with the binding, and her hips start to find a rhythm with mine. Moving in sync with me, she rocks herself, making every thrust deeper, every movement more poignant.
Fuck. Fuck.
I can’t handle it. I trace over parts of her body with my hands, touching her with a reverence that I can’t help. She’s more than just a beautiful woman, spread beneath me.
She’s Nora.
I’m holding on strong, happy that I’m able to make this last, when she gasps. A second later, I feel her flutter around me. Her orgasm tugs at me. And I fucking lose it.
Grunting, I fall forward. I’m rutting in and out of her like an animal, and I resist the urge to bite her shoulder as I go.
Nora is fucking incredible. She cries out, her voice drifting into my ears like a plea. She wraps her legs around my hips, drawing me closer.
When I come, I think I see stars. My orgasm goes on forever. It’s the strongest one I’ve ever had, and by the time it’s done, I’m gasping. It’s all I can do to undo the belt. To tug Nora closer, tucking my chin on top of her head.
As I shut my eyes, I hear her murmur, “Thank you.”
“Darlin’?”
“For protecting me,” she whispers.
I can tell that she’s falling asleep. But her words hit me like an electric shock.
You’re welcome, darlin’. No one is going to hurt you, ever again.
Because I’ll fucking kill them if they even try.