by Jenna Jacob
She felt the cold air of the room charge her hot flesh when Noble tugged her dress over her hips. As he worked the material up her body, exposing more of her, goose bumps skittered over her limbs. Noble eased from her mouth just long enough to lift the dress over her head and toss it to the floor. He gazed at her nearly naked body. A decadent promise flickered in his emerald-colored eyes, sending a shiver of excitement to roll over her.
“You’re fucking stunning, baby,” he murmured with undeniable approval.
Before she could respond, he seized her lips and swept his tongue deep inside her mouth with a hungry growl. Lifting one hand from her ass, Noble gently stroked his calloused fingers up and down her arms. Each fluttering caress amplified the ache throbbing within.
Ivy tried to search for patience, but the freight train of lust filling her veins was chugging downhill and picking up speed…fast. The need to feel his hot flesh melded against hers, to feel his fat cock driving in and out of her annihilated all hope of finding any semblance of restraint.
Pawing at the buttons of his shirt, Ivy whimpered in frustration. His lips, still pressed to hers, kicked up in a knowing smile. He slowly released her mouth.
“Hold on tight to me, darlin’.”
She squeezed her legs tighter and locked onto his body before he moved his hands to his shirt. Holding her prisoner with his gaze, Noble pulled several buttons free and drew the shirt over his head. As it floated to the floor, joining her dress, Ivy damn near choked at the expanse of sun-kissed flesh stretched over hard and rippling muscles.
The mere sight of all that man stole her breath. She could only imagine how delicious he’d look when he stripped off his jeans.
“Mercy,” she whispered.
“That’s exactly what I’m thinking about you, baby.”
His lurid gaze slid up and down her body like a stroke of electricity. Ivy’s heart thrummed. Cream spilled between her legs. The scent of her feminine musk hung heavy in the air. A second later, Noble’s nostrils flared, and she knew he smelled her arousal, too.
Powerless to resist the temptation, she flattened her hand against his abs before tracing her palm over each sculpted ridge. His muscles bunched and flexed beneath her skin. He sucked in a low hiss before gripping her wrist and prying her from his hot flesh.
“Naked, now.” His raspy voice was edged in desperation as he gently eased her feet to the floor.
More than ready to comply, Ivy reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. The straps slid down her arms, lifting the lacy cups from her flesh before slipping to the carpet. Noble cupped her breasts in his palms, thumbing her throbbing nipples. Ivy sucked in a gasp as he bent, opened his mouth, and laid siege to one aching peak, then the other. Beneath his talented tongue, lips, and teeth, shards of lightning arced, splintering sanity into fragments. The indescribable friction from every lave, suck, and nibble made her body sing and pulsate in a maddening rhythm.
Short, quivering breaths spilled past her lips as Noble inched his magnificent mouth down her body, leaving an exquisite trail of liquid fire over her already ignited flesh. Ivy moaned and writhed as the flames consumed her.
Moving lower still, Noble swirled the tip of his tongue over her belly, making the muscles there twitch and quake. Ivy sank her fingers into his thick, soft hair and closed her eyes as he peppered kisses from one hipbone to the other.
His moist heat teased the sodden triangle of silk between her thighs and Ivy forced her heavy eyelids open. Noble was now kneeling in front of her. With his lips pressed to her flesh, face tilted up, he watched her. His incinerating gaze singed her soul. Ivy had agreed to give him control, but it took all the willpower she possessed not to shove his face into her weeping center. Gripping his hair tighter, she watched as he hooked a finger beneath the thin string and ripped the silky fabric away. She didn’t give two shits that she’d just purchased the thong. She’d buy more tomorrow, if she could walk when they were through.
She eagerly parted for him to put out the fire he’d conjured, but Noble didn’t oblige. Instead, he drew the wet silk to his face, inhaled deeply, and stared at the saturated golden curls between her legs.
Dammit! Why is he moving so slow?
“Noble,” she mewled pitifully.
“I think I’m addicted to the scent of your sweet heat,” he murmured, sending his cool breath wafting over her wet center. “I bet you taste like a ripe, juicy apricot.”
Every muscle below her navel clutched.
Ivy whimpered.
Clearly, the man was no stranger to seduction.
Capable.
Competent.
She was suddenly worried about two things. One, when he finally stopped dawdling and put his hands and mouth on her, she wouldn’t last more than a few seconds. And two, the intensity of the orgasm expanding inside might very well render her unconscious.
Unconscious nothing…it might kill me.
Ah, but death by massive O—induced by a living, breathing man instead of her battery-operated boyfriends—would definitely be the way to go.
As he glided his masterful hands up her thighs, Ivy jolted slightly. He sent her a crooked smile before he flicked the tip of his tongue along her damp yellow curls.
Okay, so she wasn’t going to die by orgasm. He was going to tease her to death.
“I’m burning alive here,” she groaned.
“Not yet, darlin’…you’re simply smokin’. I intend to build a fire so wicked inside your sinful body that the flames will be licking all the way up your spine before I put them out. Starting now.”
Noble reached up and gently parted her slippery folds with his thumbs. Ivy held her breath as he leaned forward and inhaled a deep breath. When he extended his wide, wet tongue, every muscle in her body tightened in anticipation.
The first swipe tossed her into a swell of sensation so overwhelming she cried out. Pressing her fingertips to his scalp, she held on as he slowly dragged his tongue over her pulsating clit.
Even before he’d started to drive in and out of her melting center, Ivy was lost, spiraling toward the heavens. But when he eased back and slid his long, thick fingers inside her and began scraping his teeth over her screaming nub, Ivy lost the feeble grip she’d had on her control.
Prisms of colored lights exploded behind her eyes. “Oh, yes. Oh, god…Noble,” she screamed.
Her body trembled.
Her heart thrummed in her ears.
Panting, she thrust her hips forward, rocking herself over his mouth and clamped hard around his wicked stroking fingers.
Noble gripped her ass and moaned.
Holding her in place, he dragged his fingers over her G-spot and wrapped his lips around her clit, suckling with a sublime suction that forced her orgasm higher and harder. Grinding against his face, Ivy screamed, loud and long, and dissolved into a million quivering shards of ecstasy.
“Fucking beautiful,” Noble murmured, lightly stroking his fingers inside her while brushing his tongue over the throbbing tissue surrounding her clit.
Aftershocks pulsed like strobes, zipping and sputtering through her system as she slowly swayed down to earth. Forcing her heavy lids open, Ivy blinked through the fog permeating her brain, only to be seized by Noble’s sharp, hungry stare.
“Again. I’ve got to watch you and feel that again.”
A shiver, elicited not only from his words but also from the feel of him sliding his fingers from her core, rippled through her. The sight of him lapping the nectar from his fingers excited her all over again. Noble then plucked her off her feet and carried her to the bed.
When he placed her in the middle of the mattress, the room started to spin. She wasn’t sure if the dizzy sensation was born from too many shots or the lingering aftereffects of the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life. Either way, she closed her eyes before she did something stupid, like barf her guts up and ruin another round of marvelous magic.
Ivy felt the bed dip, then the warmth of Noble’s body as
he climbed between her thighs. She chanced fate and opened her eyes, watching as he bent his mouth to her pussy and effortlessly coaxed another orgasm—bigger than the last—from her.
Boneless and sated, she soon discovered that Noble wasn’t finished with her…not by a long shot.
She was lost in the pulsating, clutching haze of splendor his mouth conjured for the third…no, fourth time when the sound of his zipper releasing sliced through her screams of ecstasy. Ivy’s tunnel was still contracting and fluttering as she felt him hovering above her. Claiming her mouth with his wickedly skilled tongue, Noble drove his cock deep inside her.
His thick, heavy shaft stretched her with a fire so exquisite and sublime a sob tore from her throat.
“Relax, darlin’. I’ll take the pain away,” Noble murmured, squeezing a hand between them and softly strumming her clit.
Just as he’d promised, relief, like a soothing spring rain, washed over her…softening her walls until she was undulating beneath him.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” he urged, slowly gliding in and out of her sinful core. “Christ, you feel…like silky…hot, slippery silk. Fucking amazing.”
Stroke after deliberate stroke, he dragged his bulbous crest over her electrified nerve endings. Ivy was powerless to do anything but climb the peak as he built her up right along with him. Soon, Noble was gripping her legs, wrapping them around his waist, before he bent and scraped his teeth over her nipples. Arching her shoulders into the mattress, she groaned. Nipping one, then the other between his teeth, Noble then drew each peak into his mouth and laved the sting away with his masterful tongue.
Drowning beneath the cascade of sensation, Ivy moaned and writhed as she helplessly sailed to the stars. He thrust and nipped, laved and plunged for long, superlative minutes before his tempo grew quicker…harsher…more precise. Ivy’s whimpers morphed into panting, keening cries of surrender.
Her limbs began to tingle.
Her pussy fluttered and clutched.
“That’s it…give it to me…baby. Come…hard for…me,” Noble panted in a strained but unyielding tone.
Beneath a tumbling cascade of bliss, Ivy cried out his name.
With a hiss, Noble hoisted her legs against his chest, wrapping her ankles behind his neck, then slammed his glorious cock in and out of her sucking, quaking pussy. The sounds of their whimpers and grunts mixed with their hard, slapping flesh echoed off the walls in a steady staccato.
Blinking past the blur of euphoria filling her mind, she stared at his chiseled face. Saw the tic of his jaw and the sweat drip from his forehead…studied the way his lips pressed in a thin, tight line of determination.
God, he was gorgeous.
But when she dragged her eyes to his, Noble held her prisoner with his penetrating stare. The man wasn’t anywhere except right there with her, gaze fixed solely on her. She’d never been with a man who’d watched her like this. But then she’d never been with one as intense and focused on her pleasure before, either. Ivy found it unnerving yet erotically empowering.
Noble had unknowingly touched some primitive part sleeping inside her.
Gripping the sheets in her fists, Ivy met his every thrust, slamming and slapping her ass against his thighs. Noble’s eyes grew darker. His nostrils flared.
“Again,” he roared. “Come for me again.” His feral command sent liquid silver spilling through her veins.
While he slammed in and out of her, Ivy slid a hand to her pussy and toyed with her clit. His eyes narrowed as he watched her strumming herself.
“Damn…that’s sexy as…fuck,” he panted.
Cinching his hands around her legs, Noble pressed them hard against his chest as he thrust deeper and harder. “Give it to me, baby…” he barked, digging his fingertips into her flesh. “Now!”
Ivy closed her eyes as she strained to reach that surging oblivion one more time.
Lifting her hips to meet his driving rhythm, her body bowed as release slammed through her again.
“Noble,” she screamed in a harsh, hoarse cry.
“Look at me!” he roared.
Beyond a kaleidoscope of colors exploding behind her eyes, Ivy forced her lids open to find Noble…jaw clenched, brows slashed, and his jade-colored eyes sliding out of focus.
“Shatter hard for me, baby,” he panted.
The command had no more left his lips than Ivy exploded with a force that shocked her senseless and rocked her to the soul.
As Noble followed her over, they sang out their rapture in a chorus of screams and grunts. A myriad of mystifying emotions swirled and melted in the throes of pleasure, sending tears spilling from her eyes. Unwilling and unable to decipher their meaning, she quickly blinked them away as Noble collapsed to his elbows and buried his face against her neck.
As night gave way to dawn, Ivy lost count of the orgasms Noble charmed from her body and the ones she’d sucked from him. Sated, spent, and exhausted, she floated off into the darkness, taking with her the realization that the man in her bed had changed her…forever. Fluttering back to the surface, she heard Noble’s deep voice spilling over her as a warm, wet cloth gently slid over her sex.
When she opened her eyes again, she discovered that not only was her body throbbing with a delicious ache but also, sadly, she was alone.
Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton, while a nauseating film stained her tongue. She rolled to her side, and Ivy’s head began pounding like a gong. The room felt as if it were swaying.
“Shit. I think I’m still drunk,” she mumbled as she splayed a palm across her forehead.
Suddenly, an ear-piercing ring came from the phone beside the bed. With a groan, Ivy reached across the nightstand and snatched up the receiver.
“Hello,” she croaked, glancing at the clock.
It was nearly noon, but it felt more like four in the morning.
“Rise and shine, sweetheart!” Her mother’s chipper voice sent an invisible spike through Ivy’s skull. “Daddy and I are heading downstairs for brunch. Would you like to join us?”
“No thanks. I need more sleep.” And aspirin…and water…and to never drink again.
“You and Celina sound exactly alike. She turned down our offer to eat, as well. By the way you two sound, I presume it was a proper bachelorette party last night?”
Trust me, Mom, once I got back to my room, there was nothing proper about it!
Biting her tongue, Ivy peered over her shoulder at the empty bed. All that was left of Noble remained trapped in the sheets…the scent of masculine cologne melded with the earthy scent of sex, imprinted—like her brain—with the memories of the most spectacular night of her life.
“It was…incredible,” Ivy replied.
No, she wasn’t talking about the bachelorette party, but her mother didn’t need to know she’d spent an unforgettable night with a stranger named Noble.
A melancholy emptiness sluiced through Ivy’s veins.
The lonely woman inside her wished the man had stayed. She would have given anything to be snuggled up against his warm, rugged body. Logically, she knew it was better this way. There was no awkward morning-after conversation, no fake promises, no worries of any kind. Still, knowing it was called a one-night stand for a reason didn’t lessen the emptiness gnawing inside her.
“Well, I hope you two behaved last night and didn’t do anything…foolish or tawdry.”
Oh, foolish and tawdry was an understatement for what she’d done.
“Neither of us are in a trending video on the Internet this morning, Mom. Don’t worry.”
Well, not unless Noble had stashed a hidden camera in Ivy’s room. But his focus hadn’t been on any lights or camera. No, it had been completely settled on nothing but the action.
“That’s reassuring, dear. Just make sure you two girls sober up before the rehearsal dinner. Harvey’s parents are flying in this afternoon. And you know that first impressions are—”
“They’re everything. Yes, Mom. How c
ould I forget?” she drawled. “Celina and I will be on our best behavior. Neither of us wants to be dragged into the fiery depths of bad-impression hell.”
Ivy lifted the pillow Noble had rested on last night and pressed it to her face. Closing her eyes, she inhaled his intoxicating scent while memories of the pleasure they’d shared spooled through her brain. The mere smell of him prompted a familiar hunger to blossom deep in her belly.
Her mother’s tone turned arctic. “Don’t get sassy with me, young lady. I simply don’t want Celina’s future in-laws thinking I’ve raised alcoholic or promiscuous daughters. Proper southern ladies do not stay out until the wee hours of the morning, barhopping and getting three sheets to the wind. I’m not particularly proud of the two of you at this moment.”
Are you ever? The question lay poised on the tip of Ivy’s tongue, but she swallowed it down and sighed. “I’m going back to bed, Mom. I’ll see you and Daddy at the rehearsal dinner, where Celina and I can try and make it up to you.”
“Fine. But just make sure you two don’t oversleep. I expect both my girls to be on time. Understood?”
Ivy gritted her teeth. “I’m twenty four, Mom. Not three. We’ll be there on time. Bye.”
Without waiting for a proper goodbye, she hung up the phone.
Her bladder was screaming, and her mouth was sending out an SOS for a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a vat of mouthwash. But most of all, Ivy needed aspirin. Instead of rolling out of bed, she hugged Noble’s pillow to her chest and inhaled. She savored his glorious scent for a long moment.
Though she didn’t remember everything, thanks to the liquor she’d imbibed, Ivy recalled nearly all of it. The sex with Noble had been the most epic experience of her life. Was it any wonder she felt a bit let down this morning? Honestly, the man had totally ruined her for any other.
The brutal longing not only to enjoy his sexual skills again but to also learn more about him alarmed her. She wasn’t supposed to feel anything. Yet knowing she’d never see him again sent emptiness weaving through her system, like an intricate spider web.