“She heard you talking about whips.”
Ronan’s mouth tightened and Noah gave a little moan.
“It’s not what you think,” Noah said. “I can explain.”
Ash stared at him.
Noah opened and closed his mouth as he dragged his fingers through his hair. “No, I can’t explain.”
“Try,” Ash said.
Noah cast a pleading look at Ronan, who hadn’t moved a muscle.
“You try,” Ash said to Ronan.
“It’s a control thing,” Ronan said.
Ash glared at Noah. “Linked to sex?”
He shook his head. “No, not for me. I didn’t… It wasn’t like that for me. Well, it was— No, not really. We never— Shit.”
Ash sighed. “Try again.”
“I thought the pain might help me deal with what happened in Afghanistan,” Noah said. “Ronan kept telling me it wouldn’t, but I didn’t listen. I didn’t hear what he was saying until I met you.”
“I only play games with those who are willing,” Ronan said. “It’s difficult to explain, which is part of the reason I keep the two halves of my life separate.”
It might not make sense to her, but Ash knew better than to harshly judge things she didn’t understand.
“I’m still the Ronan you know.”
“Yep, you are.” Ash stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Ronan and kissed him. “Weirdo,” she said.
He laughed and she saw the relief sweep over him.
Ash took hold of Noah’s hand. “No more whips. I’m going to drive you crazy in a much less painful way.”
Noah pulled her into his arms. “Please. Soon.”
“On second thought, it will be painful,” Ash whispered. “Because I’m going to make you wait.”
“No chance,” Noah whispered back, his honey-soaked voice making her knees tremble. “I’m going to take you upstairs and lick you all over.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Noah nodded to his brother as Ilya and Ronan went into the bedroom on the left. He nudged Ash toward the room opposite.
“I’ve not stayed the night for months,” he said. “I hope the bed’s— Oh.” Noah chuckled. The lamps were on, the curtains closed, the bed turned down and a bucket containing champagne stood on the side table. Father.
He closed the door, and Ash leapt at him. In a slow, staggering dance of buttons popping, zipper sliding and acres of material rustling, she divested him of his clothes as they kissed and laughed and stumbled around the room. The only things Ash appeared to have lost were her shoes. The buttons on that ball gown were a nightmare. Noah stood before her panting, his cock twitching with excitement.
“Aren’t you going to take your dress off?” he asked.
“Not yet.” His bow tie dangled from her fingers.
Noah looked from the tie to the innocent expression on her face. Shit. “What are you going to do with that?”
“Make you wait.”
His idiotic cock went harder.
Ash nudged him back, one finger on his chest, until his legs hit the bed and he sat. She dropped to the carpet in front of him, surrounded by a sea of magenta froth and then trailed the black silk tie ’round and ’round the head of his cock.
“I’m not sure I can wait,” he whispered.
He considered making an excuse and nipping to the bathroom to jack off, but then she’d guess what he’d done and… Oh Christ. Forget it. The combination of warm fingers and silky material tickling his cock made his balls jump like puppies. He’d be lucky to last a minute at this rate. Anticipation raced around his blood like a virus. Then she wrapped the strip of silk around the base of his cock, looped one end under the other and gently pulled until he felt it bite.
“I intend to have some answers. Tight enough?” she whispered.
“Tighter.”
She tugged harder at the ends and Noah shuddered with pleasure, shivered with need. He spread his legs and the ends of the tie dropped to brush his inner thighs. Even that felt good.
“Want to show me how to tie it into a bow?” she asked.
“Cross the long end over the shorter. Push the long end through the loop. Double— No.” Noah laughed. She’d already gone wrong. “I might need it taken off quickly. Leave it as it is.”
Ash stroked the pearl of pre-cum from the rounded head of his cock and Noah hissed as the slit widened. She rubbed the moisture between her fingers and then pushed up on her knees to offer him a finger while she sucked her thumb. Noah tasted himself, wondered at the salty-sweet tang and how she could make something he wouldn’t do, hadn’t done, didn’t think to do—feel so erotic.
“You sorry you kept this side of you a secret from me?” she asked.
“Yes,” he gasped.
“Why did you keep it a secret?”
She moved her mouth to his balls, and Noah tensed. Too much play there and only a proper cock ring would stand a chance of stopping him from coming.
“I didn’t think you’d understand. It was over before I met you.”
Ash teased him down the line separating his balls and then pulled them into her mouth, pushing them from one cheek to the other with her tongue. Heat flashed through him and every one of his cells tensed as he tried to clamp down on his need to come. The relief when she let him go evaporated in a flash when she wrapped her lips around his cock head and sucked hard.
“Christ. That’s… Oh God…that feels good.” Hot, wet, tight, perfect.
Her hand joined the bow tie and she gripped tight around his root. Noah was lust-drunk and mesmerized. He watched her dark head bob up and down and groaned at the occasional flash of laughing green eyes before she went back to driving him insane. The sounds she made—the slurps, the moans, everything added to his desire until it teetered like an untidy pile of bricks—pop on another and he’d fall. She pumped, twisted, sucked and nibbled while Noah gasped as if he’d run a mile—was still running, toward her, away from her.
Oh shhhhit.
The tie tightened as his cock swelled. When he caught a glimpse of the head of his dick, it looked about to burst—dark red with blood, swollen, shining. The discomfort was good and bad in equal measures. Even breathing on him became unbearable and yet exquisitely addictive. His hips bucked, driving his cock deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. He couldn’t help it.
Noah stroked her face with his thumbs, felt the tip of his cock in the hollow of her cheeks and another pulse of need ricocheted through him—head to balls to cock and back to head, zooming all over his body. She let him loose from her mouth, blew on him and his buttocks clenched.
No, no, no, no, no.
Ash ringed her fingers below the head of his cock and loosened the tie with her other hand until it fell away.
Do not come yet. You’re capable of hanging on a little longer.
Oh look, a flying pig.
He held her face so he wasn’t tempted to push her head down and force her take more.
Christ, that doesn’t help. He could still make her move to his tune, though he retained enough sense not to push too far.
His crest was slick with pre-cum. Ash danced her tongue over it, brushed it with her teeth, and Noah jolted as if he’d touched a live wire. Everything she did wore down his ability to resist the tide rising inside him. One final series of hard, tight sucks and his eyes closed. Like a flash flood sweeping everything before it, orgasm overwhelmed his body, seized every sense and commandeered his brain.
“Ash,” he gasped.
His cock leapt in her mouth, and Noah let out a deep groan as he emptied himself. Bright pins of light exploded behind his eyes and he opened them to see his cum leaking between her lips as she tried to swallow. Christ, that’s hot. His cock jerked again and she let him loose and gulped air.
“Can’t breathe,” she gasped. “This dress is too tight… Salmon, beef and dessert…left no room for a pint of you.”
Noah laughed. He dropped down behind her and tackled the tiny buttons
.
“It hurt my chest when I came,” she whispered.
She’d come from doing that to him? He felt bad he hadn’t realized, though he’d been distracted. She’d never know.
“You didn’t notice, did you?”
“Yes, I…no.”
Ash let out a pained laugh. “I need to stand.”
Noah helped her up.
“How the hell…did they do anything…in these gowns?” she panted.
Noah finished extricating Ash from her dress and matched her sigh of relief with a deep, rumbling groan. She stood before him in the tiniest of white lace panties.
“I missed you,” he whispered.
“I need to lie down.”
Noah helped her onto the bed and Ash sprawled flat. He ran his fingers over the creases in her skin where the bodice had cut into her.
“You’re not to wear that again,” he said.
“Oh yes I am. It’s fine, just not intended for blowjobs.”
Noah lay on his side and propped himself up on his elbow as he looked at her.
“We’re okay, aren’t we?” he asked in a quiet voice.
Ash slipped her hand into his and nodded.
“I do love you,” Noah whispered.
“And I love you.”
He kissed her, saying her name and smiling at the same time, dipping into her mouth in more and more greedy lunges while Ash kissed him back.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he mumbled into her.
“You’re stealing all my lines.”
Noah pulled away and laid his hand on the side of her face. “I’m more scared now than I was in Afghanistan. I’m scared of fucking this up, of losing you. I’m scared of wanting you too much. You’re going to have to develop some annoying habits to keep me sane. Christ, I want to do everything with you, explore the world, climb the highest mountain, dive into the deepest lake as well as sit and watch TV and cook dinner together. I want the ordinary and the extraordinary. And I want it all with you.”
Her eyes glistened with tears as she stared straight at him.
“I know you said you never wanted children and I understand why, but give me the chance to change your mind. I want our home to be full of kids getting under our feet and making us laugh. I want to show you what it’s like to jump into puddles, to build sandcastles and fly kites. I want to give you what you never had. We can make a happy family together.”
Ash let out a shaky breath.
Noah swallowed hard. “You don’t have to say anything. I don’t want to ask you…that question now. I’m still not well, but I’m getting there. I think we should go away for a while, spread our wings together and learn to live again. We can decide later what we want to do with our lives.”
“Oh God, Noah.”
“What do you think?” He licked a tear from her cheek.
“Are you sure you want to open a knitting shop with me?”
He froze. Shit.
“Oh, you don’t know how happy that makes me,” Ash said. “I’ve dreamed of doing that all my life. Shelves of different colored wool, packets of knitting needles. Mmm, boxes of patterns.”
For a brief moment, she had him, and then he caught her smirk and growled. “You’re in trouble.”
Ash yelped, rolled off the bed and ran. Noah went after her, though he’d been momentarily distracted by her microscopic lace panties.
“Come here, you little monster.”
Ash scooted round the table in front of the fireplace. The room was too small for her to escape. He let her think she might get away and then grabbed her. Noah stroked a hand up her ribs to cup the lower curve of her breast. Her nipples were already tight little beads, and when he brushed them with his thumb, he heard the breath catch in her throat.
She raised her hands and fluttered her fingers over his abs, his pecs and along his collarbone to his chin and up to his mouth. Her thumbs brushed his lips and Noah caught them between his teeth and sucked hard.
“Oh God.” Ash’s eyes closed only to flash open when he danced his hands to the hollow of her thighs and slipped his fingers inside her panties.
“Wet,” he whispered. “And so hot.”
When he rubbed his fingers over her slick folds, she grew wetter and his cock twitched. Ash wrapped her arms around his neck and her noisy, little gasps hit his face. Wanting only flesh on flesh, Noah pushed her pants down her hips until they slithered to the floor.
Ash flicked her tongue over his mouth. “You have such delicious, sexy lips,” she whispered.
“So do you.” He grinned and dropped to his knees in front of her.
As Noah wrapped his hands around her thighs, he pressed his mouth against her sex, pushing his tongue inside her. Ash sank her fingers into his hair and moaned as he licked, her flesh trembling under his fingers. She tasted so sweet, Noah’s head spun. He shifted his hands higher onto her butt and squeezed and kneaded as he licked and sucked her clit. Ash’s breathing changed and he sighed into her. Noah fluttered the tip of his tongue over the swollen bud and Ash cried out. He pushed his face harder against her, kissing and circling his tongue around her sensitive flesh, and her muscles contracted against his mouth as she came.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she panted.
Noah swallowed her cream and held her up as she shook. He could do this forever and drown in the velvety feel of her. He kept his head between her legs and ate at her, kissing and lapping her tangy sweetness while she pulled harder and harder at his hair. Too hard. He jerked his head up.
“I want you inside me.” Ash sucked in large gulps of air. “Hurry.”
The perfect word for a guy with a cock about to explode. Noah let her go and she fell backward onto the bed. He crawled after her, and as Ash wriggled back and spread her legs, Noah was forced to grab the root of his cock and push down hard on his overexcited balls to stop himself from coming.
This was desire at its most deadly, at its most breath-stealing, at its most brain-numbing because he could only think of one thing—to bury himself inside her as deep as he could, as fast as he could, as hard as he could. He pleaded with his balls not to disgrace him and released the pressure. Noah couldn’t wait. He slid straight into her and the sensation of her satin-soft tissue gripping his cock tightened his chest and made his toes curl.
As Noah sank inside her, enveloped in that first rush of core-deep pleasure, the world disappeared. With no hope of delaying this, maybe he could impress her with the speed of his thrusts. He rocketed into her in long, hard, driving shunts that pushed the air from her lungs so she gasped into his face. Noah couldn’t breathe, he could only fuck. He could barely think. Resting his forearms on either side of her head, his sweat-slick skin rubbed against her nipples as he powered into her and he wondered in a haze of bewilderment if his cock could catch fire.
The muscles of Ash’s sex contracted around him as she slipped over the edge into orgasm, and his balls’ response was to pull up tight to the base of his cock and harden. The clenching sensation in Noah’s chest intensified. The sweet ache in his head bordered on pain, edged him toward delirium and he began to shake with the effort of restraint.
“Noah,” Ash gasped. “Oh fuck.”
She spasmed around him, her hot pussy kissing the tip of his cock and the gathering, swelling flood inside him burst through the final barrier and he exploded into her. His body shook as he filled her with jet after jet of his cum, each blast shooting out of him with the intensity of lightning.
“Ashhhh.” He exhaled the word. “Oh fuck, fuck.”
Ash wrapped her hands around his back, hooked her heels around his thighs and held him tight. Noah kept thrusting gently, savoring the rippling aftershocks. It wasn’t just the physical sensations that brought so much pleasure but the emotional connection also. He couldn’t let her go and it frightened him that he’d almost lost her.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I love your eyes.” Kiss. “Your nose.” Kiss. “Your lips.” Kiss. “You make me feel
like I can accomplish anything.”
“Don’t leap off a building because you think you can fly.”
Noah laughed.
“I don’t want you to do anything silly like walk to the North Pole or water-ski down the Amazon either,” she said. “Well, not unless I’m with you.”
“Whatever I do, I want to do it with you.” He licked her lips.
“That’s good because I think you’re stuck. We’ll be like this forever, you getting hard and then soft and then hard again, and I’ll just have to lie here and cope with it.” She sighed.
“Cope with it?” Noah rolled so she lay on top of him.
“I suppose I might enjoy it.” She wriggled her hips, and Noah felt his cock wake up.
“I’m beginning to think you’re insatiable,” he said with a groan. “Am I right?”
“Yes.” Ash gave him the widest, most heart-stopping smile ever.
“Good,” Noah said, and gave her the widest, most heart-stopping smile in return. “Because I think you’re going to enjoy every moment of the forever I have planned for us.”
Epilogue
Four months later
Noah rapped on his father’s door. “Wake up, Papa.” He smiled at Ash and went into the room.
Ash stood in her pink dressing gown, watching from the doorway as Noah shook his father awake.
“What time is it?” Arkady raised his head from the pillow.
“Time to get up.” Noah fidgeted with excitement.
His father glared at the alarm clock. “It’s five thirty. Assuming I’m not totally senile yet, you’re not five years old. Go back to sleep.” He pulled the covers tighter around his chin.
Ash heard a door open, turned and watched Ronan and Ilya come up behind her. Ronan wore a t-shirt and shorts. Ilya was in sleep pants and a gray vest like Noah. They looked content, settled. Ronan was taking Ilya to dinner with his mother and father tomorrow.
“It is time,” Noah insisted.
“He did this when he was a kid,” Ilya said at Ash’s ear. “Banged on my door and then banged on this one. Papa removed everything from his room that told the hour, and Noah still managed to wake at the same time. Did you see the trail of chocolate coins down the corridor? Family tradition.”
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