by Faith Starr
“Who’s running now?”
Her question stopped me.
“What do you want me to say?” I remained still with my back toward her.
“I want you to tell me what you’re new at.”
“This.” I gestured between us, now facing her.
“Standing in a woman’s foyer?” She smiled, clearly trying to lighten the mood.
“Thinking about someone else’s feelings.”
“I think you’re wrong. I think you consider other people’s feelings all the time. It’s what you do at the club by making people’s fantasies come to life, by giving Derek space tonight when his bimbo date hit on you, and by trying to protect me for whatever reason. I think the only person whose feelings you’re not regarding right now are your own. What do you want, Noah?”
Fucking A. She was good at this shit.
“I want to be here with you.” Why did I feel so cornered?
“Then say that. I need you to tell me what you’re feeling, because otherwise I’ll simply attach my thoughts onto your behaviors and they might not be read with the same intent.”
“Spoken like a true psychologist.”
“Hey, it’s what I do.” She put her hand out to the side, proudly owning her comment.
“What I would like to do is kiss you right now.” I hated feeling this hesitant and unsure of what to do next.
“Then do it,” she all but demanded.
So that’s exactly what I did.
37
Jordin
Without a second thought, he pulled me into his arms and took possession of my mouth, but this time with uneasiness in his touch.
Is Noah Dorian feeling insecure?
That I found hard to believe. This was a man who had an aura of power and control encompassing his entire being.
He continued our kiss, swirling his tongue around mine, and held on to me like he never wanted to let go. I had to admit it felt reassuring, especially since my own insecurities had crept their way inside me at his family’s home.
He broke our kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. “Jordin Turner, what’re you doing to me?”
“What am I doing?” Hopefully it was nothing bad. Why I had the sudden need to bite on my lip was beyond me.
“I don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s working.”
My brow furrowed in confusion and I pulled away.
“Again, it’s a compliment.” He smiled, honesty expressed through it.
“So are you still going to leave, or are you going to stay here with me?”
“Which one would you prefer?” I would prefer he stay with me every night for the rest of my life. Oh. I was doomed.
“I would like to wake up with you next to me.”
Yay! My little cheerleader stood on top of the pyramid, basking in her glory.
“I think I can arrange that. Let me just call Derek and Mitch because one of us needs to check up on things at the club.” He got busy with his cell, not wasting a minute.
“While you do that, I’ll be waiting in my room. Don’t be long.” I sashayed across the room, peering at him over my shoulder, raising my brows flirtatiously.
He stood somewhat frozen with phone in hand, staring at me hungrily. “Tease.”
On that note, I left him to make his work arrangements. I went into my bathroom to wash the clown makeup off my face. That would take a bit of time. Julian had put a lot of time and effort into making me look like a movie star.
Right when I reached for a towel from the small basket I kept them in, I spotted Noah’s reflection in the mirror. He stood in the doorway watching me.
“Do you like what you see?” I was referring to the arduous task of makeup removal.
“I like it a lot.” He was obviously referring to something different. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, both of us looking at each other in the vanity mirror.
“You’re beautiful, Jordin.”
I smiled, suddenly feeling somewhat bare. There was no more makeup to hide behind. It was only me and him and intensity filling the air.
“Thank you, Noah.”
“I mean it. You don’t need all that paint on your face. You’re beautiful just like this.”
The warmth in his stare was almost too real for words. Gosh. Could I feel any more cherished? My heart sank a little, and I had to consciously take a breath.
“That’s sweet. Were you able to get hold of Derek and Mitch?” I prayed he had. I desperately wanted him to stay with me tonight.
“Yes. Derek said he’d head over to the club since Mitch has to take Darla home.”
“What’s the story between those two?” I gathered my hair up into a ponytail, speaking to his reflection in the mirror.
“I wish there wasn’t one.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because she’s taking him away from his responsibilities at the club.” His eyes focused on mine.
“Would your brothers argue that I’m doing the same to you?”
All movement in the small space ceased.
“Not at all.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
Movement commenced. I threw the makeup remover pads into the trash and washed my hands.
“But you’re definitely a distraction when I’m near you.”
He spun me around so we were face-to-face, well, almost face-to-face. He did have a few inches on me. He leaned forward and kissed me, this time with his confidence fully intact. I liked this Noah much better.
He picked me up and carried me into my room and over to the bed.
“Can I persuade you to take a risk, Jordin?”
A sudden rush of anxiety flowed through me. “What kind of a risk?”
“Will you let me blindfold you? It’ll really enhance your other senses, and I think you’ll find it very pleasurable.”
“Is the vanilla thing not working for you?” I held my breath, feeling panicked. Was the sex between us not good enough for him? Again, my thumbnail went into my mouth, at which he took hold of my hand and held it.
“I would like it any way with you, baby. We don’t need to use labels to describe our activities in the bedroom. Let’s just agree to try things out and see what works.”
Hopefully my face hadn’t turned blue from the lack of oxygen to my brain. I let out the air I’d been holding. I liked his suggestion of leaving labels off the table.
“In that case, yes, you may blindfold me. But no whips, chains, or anything else like that.” He needed to know the boundaries.
“Okay.” He smiled, leaning over me.
“What?”
“You’re so cute.” He kissed my lips, then rose.
Off went his tie. What a sight. His looks alone could probably bring me to orgasm without him even touching me.
Sadly, I now had to imagine his beauty, because I couldn’t see him. He had knotted the tie behind my head, covering my eyes.
“Can you see anything?”
“No.” I shook my head, feeling somewhat anxious but excited nonetheless.
“Relax. I’ll never hurt you. I might push you a bit, but I’ll never cause you pain. Unless, that is, you want to experience pleasurable pain.”
“No pain,” I clarified, speaking quickly.
“Gotcha, no pain, only pleasure for you tonight.” He spoke with amusement.
Out of nowhere, music began to play, and I sensed Noah’s presence over me, his warm breath against my neck. His lips softly danced their way around and up to my own. I welcomed him, opening my mouth to allow his eager tongue to enter.
With no sight, I relied on sound, the sound of his lips as he kissed me. It was frickin’ sexy as hell. The faint breaths as he exhaled. The sound of New Age music as it played in the background. The pounding of my heart as it sped up, matching the cadence of the music. The crinkling of sheets as our bodies found a rhythm of their own. The soft grunts Noah made every so often to indicate his desire for me. That only upped the heat in my body. The sou
nd of the air-conditioning blowing gently from the vent above, which unfortunately did nothing to cool down a body on fire.
So far his request was a good one. I didn’t know what he was going to do next. The anticipation alone raising my body temperature even more.
I also relied on touch, the pads of his fingertips as they grazed my skin while lifting my shirt, causing me to shiver. The loving caresses across my cheek with the back of his hand, causing me to tilt my head into his touch. Featherlight strokes brushed their way down my neck with sweet kisses to follow. I sighed. His lips danced over my nipples. His teeth sneaked themselves into the mix, gently tugging the hardened peaks. My breath hitched.
His tongue licked a line across the skin slightly above the waistband of my leggings.
Mmm. I breathed harder.
The fabric slid down my legs, torturously slow. His hands skimmed up at the same pace once the pants were off.
Lord help me. My heart now pumped on overdrive.
His erection pressed into my most sensitive area, his bodyweight now resting over me, the air shifting with his change in position.
The pool of moisture between my thighs was the result of him grinding against me, a small space created between my hips and the mattress when they met his in an up-and-down rhythm. I would’ve been satisfied with this alone, but I knew there was more to come.
His skin was soft and smooth to the touch, my hands running over his back and around to the bulging muscles in his arms, which supported his strong body over mine. I couldn’t help but squeeze them. His body was so frickin’ heavenly, like one you would see in a magazine.
A thin patch of sweat beaded on his skin, his entire being giving way to the experience. I raked my fingers through his silky hair, which I promptly gripped. I tugged his head forward, toward my face for another kiss.
Smells also overtook me. The smell of his cologne wafted through the air each time he moved above me, kissing his way down to my breasts, pecking and nibbling on my nipples. I squirmed with delight.
The residual smell of my perfume also made its presence known. His movements over and above me mixed our two scents together. It was an intoxicating concoction of our joined bodies, causing my head to press into the firm mattress, ragged breaths escaping my lips.
My fingers dug into the blanket, the clean, fresh smell of it filling me with the comfort and security of being in my own bed.
His minty breath blew warm air over my face as he kissed his way around my cheeks, underneath my chin, and back up to my lips.
The smell of animalistic sin taking place between us was enough to set off the smoke detector just outside the door.
Finally, there was taste. The delectable minty flavor of his breath, but this time I relished it with my tongue, exploring every inch of his mouth, gently biting down on his bottom lip when I couldn’t take the pleasure any more.
The taste of desire fueled me. I ran my tongue over his soft lips, getting a sampling of his Ralph Lauren Black as I licked, nipped, and kissed his neck, biting gently on his earlobe. It smelled better than it tasted—the cologne, that is. That flavor mixed with the taste of sweat with each love bite on his neck.
The taste of lust and eagerness overtook me. Frickin’ delectable.
The culmination of all my senses working together only heightened the euphoric spell he had me under. I now understood the true definition of mindfulness, because in this moment, I had complete awareness of everything going on both within and around me.
Noah awakened every fiber of my being with his words, his taste, his touch, his smell, and his sounds. It was like sitting front and center at a theater, watching an orchestra play with exact precision, with Noah conducting the symphony. That was how well-tuned he was to my body. Every movement, every gesture, and every touch was made in perfect harmony with what my body needed and craved.
He continued to gyrate against me, his tongue aggressively taking charge of mine, which reveled in the feel, taste, and touch of it.
My hands held his ass, encouraging him to continue at this pace but with a touch more vigor, by nudging it downward. Even though there was no actual penetration, the persistent rubbing drove me insane.
My entire pelvic area throbbed, fire pooling in it, heat emanating from it, spreading throughout my entire body.
I couldn’t hold back the pleasure building inside me any longer. It was way too good for words.
“Ah!” Monosyllabic phrases would have to do. “Uh!”
I couldn’t see, but my vision still faded to black behind the tie, waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I cried out in delight to a man who had just made me climax without actually entering me.
Holy crap.
Another first with Noah Dorian.
My breath began to slow, his did anything but. He continued to kiss me, leaving my lips and exploring other areas with his tongue.
What? There was more? I didn’t know how much more I could take.
“Beautiful.”
His deep breaths warmed my breasts. He took one in his mouth, using his hand to hold it in place. If my eyes weren’t covered, I probably would’ve felt self-conscious throughout this entire experience. I always did when a man saw my body. Okay, one man, Studious Sam. But the blindfold took away all that self-doubt, because I didn’t see what Noah saw. It was out of sight, out of mind, which in turn enabled me to relax into his gentle care.
My breast was released, only for the other to be captured and cherished in the same loving manner, his teeth ever so gently grazing on my nipple in the most delightful way. I had never felt anything like it before in my life.
Once both had been given equal attention, his focus went south.
Here we go again. In case the experience in his old bedroom hadn’t been enough.
The band of my G-string lifted off my skin. He pulled it down my legs, his hands caressing my thighs once the little undies were removed.
I clenched my muscles, wondering what he was thinking.
“Just as beautiful.”
His words of praise encouraged me to let down my guard and fully let go. It baffled me how a man could make a woman feel so beautiful and desirable.
The heat from his mouth had me trembling. Holy shit! He blew against my sex. Then came the texture of his tongue gliding up to my clit.
“You taste so good, baby.”
A warming sensation filled my cheeks from embarrassment, even though I knew his comment was meant as a compliment. I squeezed the comforter. I had no clue what was next, but it didn’t matter. I trusted him with everything I had right now. And at this point, the heat consuming me would probably break a thermometer if I took my temperature.
As he laved and sucked on me, the pressure started to build again. My limbs tingled, time seemed to move slowly, my body felt light, almost as if it had elevated off the bed.
The image of him in between my legs incited dirty thoughts which only intensified the sensations overtaking me.
Screams I wasn’t aware I voiced escaped me, my body just about there, and then there was nothing. No touch. No smell. No Noah. Just panic.
“Noah!”
His hands immediately took hold of mine, a gesture of reassurance. A gesture that signified he was still there with me. “I’m right here, baby. I’m getting myself ready to take you.”
Whew. He had me scared there for a minute. I placed my hand over my rapidly beating heart in relief.
I heard the familiar rip of a foil packet, heard the squishy sound of lubricant when he rolled on the condom, and smelled the icky scent of latex.
The bed shifted again. It sank in various areas, depending on where he moved.
He stilled over me and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. The other cheek. My chin. My lips.
My mouth greeted his tongue with enthusiasm. I tasted my flavor. My arms went around his neck, my fingers in his hair. I loved the feel of it.
His hand went under my head and he deepened our kiss.
His hardn
ess probed my opening, asking for permission to enter. Yes, Yes, and Yes.
I realized we had come full circle, right back to the kiss that had started it all. And it was the best merry-go-round I had ever been on. My body obliged with no hesitation. I felt every bit of his manhood inching its way inside. It was breathtaking. He was breathtaking.
Again and again he filled me, in more ways than one, in more ways than he could ever imagine.
His back muscles contracted under my hands the harder he pumped into me. The pulsing sensations of his impending release hitting all the right places inside me.
Then bam! I went off like a firecracker, the two of us exploding in midair, both of us trying to preserve the moment for as long as we could.
He untied and removed the blindfold. Brightness filled the space. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the lightness in the room. He leaned over and kissed my lips. “Pleasure, just like I promised. See, the dark side isn’t so bad, is it?” A hint of satisfaction fueled his smile.
“That was incredible. Thank you for giving me that experience.”
Wow. I was totally exhausted, my body unable to move.
“I have many experiences I would like to share you with, Jordin. But it all begins with trust. Without that, we have nothing.”
“Give me time, loverboy.” I reached for his face, caressing his cheek with the back of my hand.
“I’ll give you all the time you need. I just want to assure you that not all dominance in the bedroom has to involve whips and chains. For some, that brings pleasure. For others, it doesn’t. All I’m asking is for you to be open to the idea of exploration, like you were tonight.”
“I’m glad I took a risk. I have to admit I did feel a little nervous at the beginning, but it was so worth it.” I wore my own smile of satisfaction.
“Good. I’m glad.” He kissed my nose, which made me scrunch it up because it tickled. “Now, why don’t we go and rinse off, and then we can climb right back here into this comfortable bed of yours?”
“You’re like a teenager, Noah Dorian.”
He pulled me up and off the bed, my limbs not wanting to comply. I moaned in defiance.