Chapter 34
With a soft thud, the front door falls shut, followed by the sound of the lock snapping into place. I grab Noah by his tie, wrap the slip around my wrist, and pull him down to my level, crashing my lips against his. He wraps his arms around my waist, cupping my ass in his palms, pressing me close to his body. The kiss is messy, with lots of tongue and saliva, a pure battle of desperation.
I tug harder on his tie, and he chokes, breaking away from the kiss. We are both panting, his hot breath tickling the heated skin of my cheeks, smelling of cigarettes and cinnamon from the mint he had on the drive back. ”Follow me,” I say and spin on my heels, dragging him up the stairs by his tie like a dog on a leash, and he follows me without question.
The sound of my heels clicking on the polished wooden floor, followed by his hurried, heavy footsteps, is the only sound other than our heavy breathing echoing through the dark, silent house. There is no point in wasting time on light switches. I know my way around by now, even in the dark.
Pushing open the door to the bedroom, I flip the switch and the dark room lights up with a soft, warm glow. I drag him to the bed, turn around, put my hands flat against his chest, and shove him back. He trips over his own feet and collapses onto the mattress, his legs hanging off to the side.
”Just look at you, so confident,” he says with a raspy voice, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest.
”Shut up,” I say with a hiss and step between his legs, putting my hands on his thighs and squeezing his strong muscles. Tracing the contours with my fingertips, I run my hands up to his crotch.
I grab his belt to unhook it, pop the button on his pants, and unzip his fly. He props himself up on his elbows, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his lips as he watches my every move with anticipation. He is so damn adorable when he makes that face.
From time to time, his eyes drift to my cleavage. I’m not wearing a bra tonight. It would have ruined the overall picture. With the loose fabric drooping down, he has a perfect view of my tits.
I drop to my knees in front of him, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers. ”Raise your hips,” I say, and he obeys. With his ass in the air, I pull down his pants, stopping at his ankles. Impatient and hungry for his taste on my tongue, I ignore the clothes stuck to his feet and crawl over them, my upper body now pressed against the edge of the bed. ”Sit back and relax.” I shoot him an innocent smile before directing my attention to his hard cock lying flat against his stomach. I wrap my fingers around it, running my thumb over the pinkish head, spreading the sticky pre-cum leaking from the tip.
He drops his head back into the sheets at my touch. I spit on the head of his dick and stroke down to the base, coating him in my saliva. Squeezing hard, I feel his pulse pumping blood into his cock. Each throb is a reflection of his racing heartbeat.
I smile to myself, knowing that I”m the one causing this reaction in him. So far, I haven’t given him head often, but I”m hungry to taste him; I lean closer and give him a few more pumps before I hold him still and run my tongue up the length of his shaft, the taste of his salty sweat and pre-cum immediately spreading across my tastebuds. I swirl my tongue around the head, teasing his tight opening.
I plant a soft kiss on the head before parting my lips and lowering him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around him. Holding him in my hand, I stroke him lazily while I begin to bob my head up and down the tip of his cock.
”Baby,” he moans. One of his hands lands on my head, gripping my hair. I raise my eyes to meet his. His pupils are dilated, and his head bobs up and down in sync with my movements. ”So pretty,” he says between choked breaths. ”Those beautiful lips were made to swallow my cock.” He pulls at my hair, and the pain pierces my scalp, a muffled moan ripples through my throat. A deep grunt falls from his lips, and he shoves my head down, forcing me to swallow him deeper. ”Show me what you can do,” he utters. ”Impress me.”
Tears sting the corners of my eyes, and the stretch burns in my jaw. Eager to please him, I relax my throat muscles. I close my eyes, and with every bob of my head, I swallow him deeper into my mouth, my fingers trailing from his cock to his balls, squeezing the smooth skin.
With a deep breath, I lower my head, and he hits the back of my throat. The subtle impact draws a throaty moan from him, and his hips buck beneath me. My hands fly to his hips, pinning him to the bed. I won”t let him fuck my throat tonight. He”d better reserve that for my cunt.
I swallow, and the muscles in my throat contract around his cock. With my tongue flat against him, I let him glide out of my mouth again, and he winces as I pull away, letting his head out of my mouth with a wet, loud pop. ”Not tonight,” I say, and my tongue flicks out of my mouth, and I lick my lips clean.
”You”re a tease,” he says with a playful undertone. Pushing myself to my feet I crawl on top of him, straddling his hips. His hard cock presses against my cunt, separated by the soaking wet fabric of my thong. A smirk curls the corners of his lips. ”Oooh, how could I have been so selfish?” He chuckles, and his hands land on my hips, tugging at the dress, lifting the fabric. I lift my arms and let him slip off my silky dress, leaving me in nothing but my white thong and the white heels on my feet.
”Because you love to fuck my mouth.” I grin and pull on the knot of his tie to loosen it.
”You”re right about that, but I love nothing more than your sweet pussy.” I gasp as he thrusts his hips up against me, his cock ramming against my sensitive clit.
I quickly unbutton his shirt and slide the fabric off his shoulders while he pushes himself into a sitting position. He wraps his arms around my waist and tackles me down into the sheets. I shriek and cling to him. ”Fuck,” he curses as he trips and falls on top of me. Breaking the heat of the moment.
I can”t help it and burst out laughing because I know exactly what”s wrong. He glares at me, and if looks could kill, I would drop dead on the spot. I bite my lower lip to stifle my laughter. My heart threatens to burst in my chest from the sheer amusement of the situation. Deadly killers or not, we”re only human, after all.
I watch him kick off his shoes and pants before turning his attention back to me, gripping my chin firmly, his thumb tracing my lips, pulling my lower lip from between my teeth. ”I”m gonna wipe that stupid smile off your face,” he says threateningly.
”Try me.” My tongue flicks out of my mouth, swirling around his thumb before I close my lips around it and suck on his digit. He grunts and pushes his thumb further into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue.
”My slutty Dove.” With a wet pop, he pulls his thumb out of the hold of my lips. He pushes me back and crawls between my legs, towering over me and crashing his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and run my fingers through the waxed strands of his once perfectly styled hair. He dominates the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth until we both have to catch our breath eventually. He breaks the kiss, trailing soft nibbles from my lips down my jaw, over my neck, to my chest.
A cold shiver runs down my spine when he cups one of my tits. He squeezes my flesh, my nipple peeking out between his fingers and his tongue flicking over the hard nub. I bite down on my lower lip to muffle a soft moan. Pushing my back off the bed, his response follows quickly, a soft nip on my nipple before he closes his lips around the sensitive area and sucks it into his mouth.
Clawing at his scalp, I force his head closer, burying his face in the soft tissue of my tits. A low moan ripples through his chest, sending shivers through my body. I drape one leg over his hips and grind against his stomach, seeking the friction that will satisfy the throbbing ache between my legs.
His lips curl into a smile against my skin, flicking his tongue once more over the sensitive nub before releasing my tits with a wet pop, causing the skin to bounce back.
I squirm but have no time to slap him because, all too eagerly, he continues his way south, tracing the curve of my stomach with his tongue, dipping into my navel, before reaching the waistband of my thong.
On autopilot, I lift my hips and feel his fingers hook into the tight fabric, allowing him to pull off the small piece of clothing in one smooth pull. ”Good girl,” he says with a purr. ”You”re so damn wet for me.” His voice is deep and laced with lust. I look at him and watch in anticipation as he throws my legs over his shoulders and dives in head first.
I gasp as his hot breath tickles my flesh. A moan follows the flick of his tongue against my clit, sending electric shock waves through every single fiber in my body. The muscles in my legs tighten, and I grab his head, squeezing it between my thighs. He hums against my cunt; the vibration, coupled with his tongue swirling over my sensitive clit, draws a high-pitched whimper from my throat, and my breaths begin to come in short gasps.
He slides his tongue between my folds, curling against my tight hole, his lips sucking on my folds as a far too loud slurping, echoes through the otherwise quiet room.
I moan loudly, clutching his hair and grinding against his mouth. With my thighs wrapped around his head, I rock my hips against his face. He lets me take control, chasing my orgasm. The throbbing ache for release intensifies, and I trip over the edge with a loud, high-pitched moan. Every muscle in my body tenses, trapping him between my thighs as my body trembles from the impact of my orgasm.
When the tension drains from my muscles, my body sinks into the sheets, leaving me nothing but bliss. My grip on his head loosens, and he pushes himself up, my legs sliding off his shoulders. I lie open in front of him. Through my blurry vision, I see his face drenched in my arousal, a handsome smirk plastered there.
”You”re so perfect,” he says in a hushed tone, crawling up my body and crashing his lips against mine. The taste of myself on his lips and tongue pours into my mouth. I gasp as he grips my leg and bends it all the way back until my ankle rests on his shoulder. ”Are you ready, baby?” he asks, catching my lower lip between his teeth.
”Fuck me,” I say through a whimper, nodding my head.
He pushes himself to his knees, his hand gripping the thigh of my leg draped over his shoulder, bruising my pale skin. His other hand reaches between us, wrapping his fingers around his cock to give himself a few strokes before positioning himself against my cunt. He rubs the head of his cock over my folds before thrusting through into my tight, waiting hole.
With ease, he splits me open and sinks in, inch by inch; he buries himself as deep as my body will allow. My heart hammers in my chest. Clutching the sheets beneath me, I feel every throb of my muscles around his intrusion, the delicious stretch is so familiar and yet it burns the same every time.
He comes to a halt, deep inside of me, our hips pressed flush against each other. His eyes are shut, and his chest rises with a long, deep breath before he retracts his hips, and his cock glides out of me, only for him to slam back into me. I throw my head back into the sheets, and a loud, throaty moan escapes me.
He tilts his head to the side of my foot resting on his shoulder, and nibbles at the skin of my ankle. His hips move in a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and violent. The cries of pleasure roll out of my mouth with each loud slap of our wet skin against each other every time he thrusts into me. His breathing is labored, grunting each time the air escapes his lungs.
I push my shoulders into the mattress for extra support, my body bouncing back and forth in the soft sheets, meeting him halfway.
Goosebumps rise across my skin when he rests his hand on my lower abdomen, tracing the subtle curve of my slender stomach with his fingertips before laying his palm flat against my skin and pressing down. My body spasms, and I scream as he hits that one tiny, secret spot inside me. With each violent thrust against that spot, he drives me closer and closer to the edge of my second orgasm.
”More,” I manage to say between the series of moans, lifting my lower back off the bed and rocking my hips against his.
Through heavy eyelids, I see the devilish grin on his face; he keeps the same pace, the same pressure on my belly, allowing me to ride the peak of pleasure until it crushes down on me with full force. I scream, my muscles spasm, and my whole body goes stiff. My muscles pulsate around his cock, penetrating me through my orgasm.
My heart is pounding in my chest, and my lungs burn as I fight for air between moans. My muscles are overwhelmed as he hits that sweet spot inside me again and again, dragging out the intoxicating sensation of my orgasm. Tears sting the corners of my eyes, my body screaming for relief. ”Noah,” I call to him.
He ignores me, his eyes closed, his lower lip caught between his lips, chasing his own release. His hips ram into me at a violent pace, my voice cracking from the sheer intensity of the impacts until his hips begin to stutter. His whole body jerks, and his muscles tense with one last thrust that drives him deep into me. He moans and bites down on my ankle. Hard.
I flinch at the sharp pain mixed with the overwhelming throbbing of his cock pumping his cum into me. The fuzzy heat of it warms my body from the inside out.
He lets go of my leg, and my foot falls from his shoulder to the mattress. He follows, melting into my body and dropping his full weight on top of me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and press my face into his tangled hair. The mixture of sweat and cologne fills my lungs.
Tears of joy well up in the corners of my eyes as the intoxicating sensation of my orgasm fades and my mind begins to clear. This man in my arms, as much as I hate to admit it, has become my safe haven. He risked his reputation, went back on his contract, killed the man who wanted me dead and made my world a safe place again.
All because he wants me.
Loves me.
Despite everything he has done, he is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. My heart flutters at the thought of being by his side for the rest of our days, him being my white picket fence, my happily ever after.
”I love you,” I whisper in a trembling voice, the words slipping from my lips before I even have a chance to think about holding them back. Yet they feel right, as if they”ve been waiting to be said all along.