by Sybil Swift
Though he could have taken the act lightly, getting her off in two seconds because she knew he knew that it was that simple, Noah relished the pleasure of bringing her pleasure. Even as his cock bobbed and strained while Chloe wondered how long it would take for him to blow. There wasn’t much time, despite his drawn out process. So close, while adrenaline bit at her flesh. His tongue teased between her pussy lips before plunging to the hilt in a swift move that snapped her head back in a groan.
“Ah, yes.”
His echoing moan ricocheted up into her bones. Worried that her spine could no longer hold her weight from the intensity of his oral skills, she waited for his next move. Her inner pussy muscles clamped down on his tongue as he thrust into her wet heat not allowing her to break free from him by his tight grip on her ass and thigh. He switched tactics before she could do a thing but whimper, easing himself out of her pussy and sucking her sensitive pussy lips. The pleasure built until her breath caught and she tried to thrust her hips forward longing for more of him.
All the while she wondered how Noah was holding up. The strain of being denied orgasm bunched and tightened along every inch of his body and she could sense his complete and total focus on her pleasure as he sucked and bit along her pussy. Every small movement was a win in his column, because he could drag out his own need on her body. An outlet for his arousal, and soon she’d spark. So, so close. Noah moved to close his lips around her clit and she panted for contact while ecstasy rolled beneath the surface of her skin, begging to be let loose throughout the rest of her as it crashed in waves.
“Make me come, almost there. Make me come, Noah. Make me scream.”
Another hard suck with a light nibble and he fulfilled her wish. Until she was hurtling off the edge into pleasure and unable to keep quiet against his onslaught. He brought her to orgasm hard and fast before teasing her clit slowly as she came down from her high. And still his tongue slicked across every bit of arousal as if unwilling to lose a single drop. Her spine bowed, her grip on his head enough that he hissed out through his teeth and the hot air trailed along her pussy making her shudder.
“Okay, okay, enough.” She forced her arm out, until he either parted from between her thighs or she ripped out a nice chunk of his gorgeous hair. But his eyes promised a pleasurable kind of revenge—the kind that entailed being stuck in the bed for several hours. And she still had the cusp of orgasm tightly clinging to her skin to prove his capabilities. “Over…on the bed…I need a little rub down.”
Noah grit his teeth with his lips glistening from her arousal and his face passed through several phases of frustration, to bliss, and back to confusion. Without thinking much her palm trailed down the side of his face and her thumb lightly played along his lower lip until he swallowed and caught back a moan from the small amount of contact. He hadn’t made a move. As if captivated by her touch and unable to obey because the trail of her fingers down his neck was a link in a leash binding them together. She took one step back. Another until she was flat footed on the ground and her fingers slipped away from his chest as she came around the step stool.
Chloe measured him, enjoyed wallowing in the sexy play of his lithe muscles, the tension that was palpable between them. Until she had herself halfway to worked up again and they weren’t even touching yet.
“Your mind seems to be somewhere else, Noah,” she casually remarked. “We should fix that, don’t you think?”
He didn’t answer when her hand shot out and slid hard and fast down the shaft of his cock. She shifted at his head until she literally had him at her will. He braced his feet and groaned with a frustration that vibrated through his whole body.
“Did you hear what I said before or did you knowingly ignore me? You may answer.”
“No, didn’t ignore you.” He hissed as her fingers made another round along his cock before cupping his warm, soft balls between her fingers.
“Then what?”
Without waiting for his answer she put her hand to his chest and pushed him back onto the bed until he was sprawled on the white sheets. They lit up his tan until all she wanted to do was drag her tongue down every inch of his flesh. But instead she crawled up the line of his body, her belly brushing his erection, and he fisted the sheets writhing and twisting against making any movement she didn’t approve of directly.
“That’s it. That’s much better,” she whispered against the lip of his ear before she laid a small, chaste kiss on his lips. “Now I want you to give me a massage… but we’re going to make it a little more challenging.”
The question in his gaze was overridden by lust when she eased up to sit on his cock and experimentally shifted her hips as they moaned together from the tight contact. But there were bigger, better plans to be played out above him. She swiveled her whole body until her back was to his front and he could watch her ass as she eased up, gripped his cock, and plunged down on it without so much as a warning. His hands scrambled at her hips as he bucked and let out a low curse. She resumed her rhythm working up and down with the leverage of her legs and hips as she took him into her body.
“Rub my shoulders while I ride you.” She bit off a groan, pressed down until he filled her up until she thought she couldn’t take anymore—and then he kept going with a disjointed thrust. Until her body shuddered above him and she moved one hand so she could rub her clit.
His hands kneaded into her lower back, body frenzied as she rocked back onto him and his cock slid along her g-spot. Another thread of pleasure twined beneath her skin until it was bond to her pulling tight on all of her nerve endings while she fought for control.
“I’m close,” Noah cried out with his fingers prickling along her lower back as he worked beneath her shoulder blades.
The contrast of relaxation, while her body wound up with taunt ecstasy, heightened her senses until everything was magnified. His fingers tightened to bruising and she gasped rocking back onto his cock while her fingers pinched her clit. Until Noah’s hands trembled and flexed along her mid-back anchoring her in place as his hips thrust upward and he stayed buried deep inside her pussy. His whole body shook with the effort, cursing, and she longed to look back to see his face but was too swept up in the bliss that rewired her brain and made her give up control.
When her muscles were good and sore, she rolled away from him onto the bed and stretched from head to toe. A delightful pull that spread a smile on her face.
“That was…” She moaned and clumsily wrapped a blanket around her midsection wanting the feeling of comfort.
“Yeah.” Noah coughed and tried to catch his breath, barely moving against the bed except for his labored breaths.
“You still okay with our…arrangement?”
“Perfect. Although I was a little worried this time that you wouldn’t give me anything.”
“I’m not heartless. Besides, if I wait too long then you get into medical necessity mode.”
“I don’t know what that is but it doesn’t sound pleasant.”
“Not the best pillow talk…”
They drifted off into silence. Noah’s hand trailed across the bed until he twined his fingers with hers and held her close, although there was still a gap between their bodies.
Chapter Thirteen
Chloe woke up with a fitful start tangled in sheets that were uncomfortably warm and smelled of sex. She blinked back into consciousness with her mind still somewhere else. Her heart pounded in her chest, as if she couldn’t get enough air. The weight pressing against her ribcage became more insistent and she awkwardly tried to roll away from the cage of Noah’s arms.
God, they weren’t supposed to sleep in the same bed. That had been one of the rules established and they were already disregarding them, which didn’t bode well for…well, anything. Judging by his small snores and pleased grunts, Noah was still passed out, but he wouldn’t allow her to slide out from under him. Every inch of him was pressed along her back—enough that she could tell even a deep sleep hadn’t slack
ed his particular needs in the lower areas of his body.
“Great,” she breathed out before she glanced around the darkened room toward the windows that were showing the beginning of morning light pressing through the panes. At least it was light enough to convince herself to get up. If she could ever move his arm. “Okay, buddy, time to pry you off.”
After a struggle that was as if a boulder with sexual intentions had landed on her body, Chloe eventually succumbed to hitting him in the arm with all of her force. After the third hit to his forearm, she wondered if she’d have to bruise him. It was a good point of note that her lover slept deeper than the dead. If she ever wanted to do anything he didn’t approve of in the house, anything secret, while he was taking a nap seemed to be the best time. With that wicked thought, she launched another attack.
“What…” Noah cried out, though when she looked over her shoulder his eyes were still slammed shut. He curled down into the pillows with a grumble.
“Don’t make me do it again…” She whined and sighed, at the end of her wits. Time for a move that was a bit more drastic. Trapped against the heavy heat of his body, Chloe was willing to do anything short of a flamethrower. At least then maybe he’d understand how sweltering hot he was at night. Yet another deterrent to sleeping with him. “Alright, Noah, you asked for it.”
With a guilty twist of her gut, Chloe managed to wiggle enough space between them so she could get her hand behind her back. Until she could make a tight fist around Noah’s cock and awkwardly move her hand up in a smooth glide that set her heart to racing again. He moaned against the lip of her ear, arching his hips into the contact. With a small, sly smile, she continued the awkward touch.
His hard, hot shaft was slick from sweat beneath her cramped fingers. Every up glide made him shudder, while she fought to keep her hand steady despite the cramp in her wrist from the screwed up angle. If she got him worked up enough, he might roll over. Or that was her only current plan as his hand gripped her breast.
With a sigh of frustration, Chloe’s stomach growled and she glared into the darkness that was being pierced by the rising sun slanting through the shades. Noah shuddered at her back. Well, at least she had the magic touch. His toes practically curled as his legs kicked out against the backs of her legs. For a second it seemed as if he was only going to curl closer, his whole body taut with her hurried stroking. Any second he might as well have gone off all over her hand—then what would she do to get out from beneath him? Unwilling to stop, although she figured that might also wake him, Chloe wiggled back against him pushing her ass against her hand.
Noah panted against the cartilage of her ear, his large hand groping her breast again until her nipple peaked from his attention. Talk about a morning quickie. With her whole focus on getting out from beneath him, she couldn’t spare a thought for what her teasing was doing to her own body. Her mind was in the kitchen, but her flesh was enjoying every second she pressed and squeezed against his rock hard shaft. She shuddered and moved from his shaft to his balls, cupping them, and rolling them in her palm. Noah peeled away from her body with a groan that stood all the small hairs on her body on end and he took her with him as he landed on his back spreading his legs for her sensual touch.
Which was all the leeway she needed to slither away without waking him up. Although she felt a little bad for leaving him tortured post-morning wood. But maybe her mercenary tendencies would make his dreams better? With a small laugh, Chloe drew her hand away from his sack, and placed a delicate kiss on his silky shaft.
“Hey, where you going?” His eyes blinked open, sleep still making them unfocused as he shot her a lazy smile. He stretched against the hunter green jersey sheets and she couldn’t keep her eyes off the splendor of his defined body. No doubt about it, he was a gorgeous man. But that didn’t mean she’d gone to all that work only to succumb to his sleepy charm and get dragged back into bed.
“How long were you awake?” She crossed her arms beneath her bare breasts and stood at the side of the bed, unashamed to leave the sheet on the bed. What hadn’t he already seen before?
“Not too long.” His playful tone was a different indication as he yawned and curled both his hands up over his head and around the pillow. “I woke up, doesn’t mean you have to stop.”
“Go back to sleep. I’m going to take care of breakfast.”
“Oh, even better. After last night I assumed I’d be the one waiting on you hand and foot this morning. We, uh, got quite a workout.”
Just for kicks she linked her hands together and did a slimming, naked full body stretch rising onto her tiptoes. “Yeah, I know.” Noah’s expression was going to be the highlight of her morning as his drowsy eyes turned alert in seconds. He licked his lips and goose bumps coasted all along her nakedness.
“Will you wear one of the aprons on the hook in the kitchen pantry when you serve me my breakfast? I’ve always loved the idea of that cliche.” Noah’s eyes drooped and he snuggled back into the pillows. “I’ll be a good boy and let you leave without a distraction. But I make no promises after more fuel has been consumed.”
“And yet, I’m supposed to make the rules,” she mumbled before catching Noah’s wolfish, wicked grin. “I’ll be back.”
“Thank you!” He called out as she walked naked toward the kitchen.
After deciding to make omelets with ham and cheese, Chloe put on an apron. Not because Noah wanted it, but mostly because pan’s splattered, and she’d rather not nurse small burns all over her naked breasts. When she slid everything onto plates, garnished them with grapes and melon, and found the breakfast in bed trays, she was ready to have a first class start to the morning. She carried the bounty back toward Noah’s bedroom and wondered if he had figured out that they had broken their rule. If it even mattered to him. She rolled her shoulders, still slightly claustrophobic from waking up crushed to him earlier.
“How does this work for you, your highness?” She balanced his tray with her eyes locked on the orange juice, making sure it wouldn’t spill when she set the tray down on his lap. “I have our whole morning planned out.”
Noah sat up as the sheet slid away from his body slithering into his lap. No use denying the fun she’d had, not when it was written all over her face. His gaze measured her from the other side of the bed. Though he clutched his knife and fork, he didn’t make a move to eat.
“What?” For a beat she stuffed her sudden self-consciousness down deep. “You’re looking at me weird.”
“You wore the apron.”
The quiet depth of his voice made her want to fidget because the gesture really made more logical sense than anything else. He shouldn’t have been so…reverent…about an apron. But he went to scratch the side of his face, before he noticed the knife in his hand and cleared his throat. Something more than the apron had affected him. More than anything she wanted to go back into the kitchen to get her cooling breakfast and avoid probing whatever was going on inside him. Her fingers fiddled with the sides of the ruffled fabric at her hips.
“What’s going on, Noah?”
It was too early for him to be avoiding her gaze and swallowing so hard. Somehow she’d stepped into it, simply by doing exactly what he’d wanted without a particular purpose. She could sense her speeding pulse in her fingertips.
“You’re s-s-s—so nic-c-e to me. I don’t des-serve it.” He blinked and looked back up at her with his face a mask of tight lines. As if he would crack at any moment. “If you turn out to be perfect, I won’t be able to take it. Pleas-s-se don’t be perfect, Chloe.”
She frowned and worked through his distress bit by little bit. A delicate situation, she wasn’t willing to speak up without digesting his issue and comparing them to her own twisted past with the idea of perfection. With a light tread, she walked toward his bed and sat on the edge. It looked like food was going to have to be nuked, because judging by the haunted look on Noah’s face, he was more important than her growling stomach.
“I
can’t help you unless you explain to me, Noah,” she gently said resting her hand on his firm, warm bicep. “I’m not really sure what to do, you’ve got to help me.”
She supposed it was too good to be true to think that the emotional and sexual boundaries wouldn’t blur in a house made for therapy. They couldn’t keep screwing each other without any consequences. But she’d at least hoped that they could have waited awhile before their next group therapy session together. The last one had been intense enough—even if it had resulted in some mind blowing sex. And still Chloe looked at her lover, patiently waiting for him to reveal his secrets.
“I just don’t deserve you.” His voice was barely above a whisper and she squeezed his arm, unsure what else would be appropriate for comfort when she wasn’t willing to tip the line over toward distraction sex. “You’ve been so good to me, giving me…something…that I hadn’t known I needed for a long time. You grant little things I ask for without even questioning it. And I can’t tell whether it bothers me because of my past, because I don’t want anyone to ever be nice to me in small ways again, or whether it’s because it detracts from all your hard work trying to break away from everyone’s expectations and being perfect. I can’t tell if it’s reverting to your old patterns or mine.”
“For someone who wanted company this week, Noah, you do love pushing people away from you.”
He grunted with a grimace looking down into his lap.