by Mariano, Sam
"You just want to look at me?" I can't believe my own bravery. "You don't want anything else?"
His eyes lock with mine, his jaw ticking as he stares me down. "Don't tempt me, Noelle."
"What’s wrong, Cal? You don't like being toyed with?" I sit back on his lap, wrenching a soft groan out of him. “Well, neither do I, but I learned from the best.”
“Dammit, Noelle…”
"What? I’m being nice. I could make it so much worse for you." I wiggle my ass around his cock, giving him a little taste of his own medicine.
His hands lock on my hips, halting my movements. "You're playing with fire, and I think you know it."
I see the fire he’s referring to stoked and burning in his eyes, but I’m feeling up to a little danger tonight. "Maybe I want to get burned." I rock my hips against his crotch and his hands grip me tighter.
He lets go after only a moment, wrapping his fingers around my wrists instead and pushing them together behind me. He takes hold of them with one hand, the other going back to my hip as he looks me over.
"Like the view, Sir?"
He doesn't respond. I can tell he's fighting a battle with himself, but he's going to lose if I have my way. I've waited long enough for this man. I’ve been teased and tempted and tormented, and dammit, I want my reward.
Tonight, I'm going to have Callan McLaren all to myself. I want to know how it feels to be possessed by him, even if only for one night.
I let my lips open in a quiet moan, grinding my pussy against his now rock-hard cock. "You like that, Sir?"
"If you knew what was good for you, you'd stop doing that," he mutters, his fingers digging into my hip.
"I know exactly what's good for me." I struggle to free one hand from his grip, bracing it against his muscular chest as I rock my hips against his. "You like games, don’t you, Sir? Let's play a game."
He appears skeptical, but not uninterested as he studies my face. "What kind of game?"
I smile mischievously. "Let's see if you can resist me. It shouldn’t be hard, right? Since I’m such an inexperienced little girl, completely incapable of holding your attention? If you’re right and I can’t tempt you, I’ll be a good girl. I’ll settle in and go to sleep. If you can’t… well, then I won’t."
He cocks an eyebrow at my blatant challenge. "You think I can't resist you just because you’re nearly naked and grinding on my cock? You're underestimating me, sweetheart."
"We'll see."
I scoot back toward his thighs so I can hook my fingers in his boxer briefs. Meeting his gaze, I start to pull them down—painfully slowly.
"Noelle." My name coming from his lips holds a warning I refuse to heed. “We didn’t say anything about removing underwear.”
"Don’t worry, Sir. If I can’t tempt you nearly naked, I’m sure completely naked won’t make a difference…”
His cock springs free, and my eyes widen at the sight of him. He's thick and hard, swollen in all the right places. There's a vein throbbing along his impressive length and I lick my lips looking at him.
I want a taste.
"Is that the first cock you've seen, Noelle?" he asks gruffly.
I don't trust myself to speak, so I just nod and push my own panties down. I meet Cal’s heated gaze as I toss them off the bed, then I lower myself, still holding his gaze, until my mouth is hovering right over his aroused cock.
“What do you think of our game, Sir?”
“I think you must really enjoy losing,” he says dryly. “Do you have a touch of masochism hidden away in that peculiar mind of yours? Maybe you like when I’m a bastard. Maybe you like when I treat you like shit.”
I break his gaze and look back at his cock, licking my lips before gripping it in one shaky hand. “I don’t think I’m going to lose.”
“If you had any sense, you’d know you lost the moment you started playing with me. Either I crush you, or I fuck you—either outcome, I walk away the winner.”
He’s probably right, but I don’t mind that the odds are stacked in his favor. I don’t need him to walk away feeling like he lost—I just need him inside me, and I’ve earned it, dammit.
Intent on getting my way this time, I do a crazy thing: I lower my head and take the tip of his cock into my mouth. Cal groans, grabbing a chunk of my hair and fisting it tightly in his hand.
His voice is strained, like my lips wrapped around his cock is too much and he’s about to snap. “Jesus Christ, Noelle.”
Encouraged, I hold him tighter and take more of him into my mouth. I’ve never given head before so I’m not entirely sure I’m doing it right, but I wrap my tongue around him and suck. Another noise emanates from his throat—half groan, half growl.
I don’t know how much stimulation it takes to finish a man off, but I know I don’t want that, so once I feel I’ve adequately teased him, I pop off.
Cal’s grip on my hair loosens as his other hand digs into the bedding, like he’s equal parts relieved and frustrated.
“I love the taste of your cock, Sir,” I tell him sweetly.
“Oh yeah?” he murmurs, looking down at me.
I nod my head.
"Do you think you’ll still like it after it hurts you?"
"Yes," I whisper, caressing him with shaky hands.
His eyes are dark and stormy as they meet mine. He doesn't say a word, but his gaze speaks volumes. I position myself on his lap again until I feel the head of his cock touching me in the most intimate of places. Then, I start grinding on him.
I don't know how hard it is for Cal to handle this, but within mere seconds, I'm fucking dying for it. His cock is leaking with precum, and I feel our juices mixing as I sit on him, twisting my hips on his lap and drawing groans of pleasure from my teacher's lips.
I'm too far gone now to stop, too needy for the thrusts of his powerful hips to pay any mind to his painful touch. His fingers are bruising my hip bone; the pain is shocking yet welcome, proving his need for me.
Exhilarated, I throw my head back and rock my hips against his. "Are you tempted yet, Sir?" I ask him breathlessly.
Cal doesn't answer, but his eyes tell me everything I need to know. He's fighting a battle with himself right now, and it’s not looking good for him. For once, I'm the one tempting him to the edge of reason, bringing him closer and closer to crossing the line.
"Don't you just want to push your big cock inside me, Sir?"
His eyes are darker than ever as they meet mine, but his voice is a threat wrapped in pure silk. "You're going to regret teasing me like this, sweetheart. But since you're so confident... let's see what you've got." He takes his hands off me and folds them behind his head, his stormy eyes locked on mine with cold, steely resolve. "Go ahead, Noelle. Do your worst."
As it is I’m too turned on to think clearly, but his smug tone and resolute challenge sober me a little and shake my confidence. Am I crazy to think I can really push him over the edge? To think I can really tease him until he finally gives in?
Cal doesn’t give in; he makes me give in.
I might be crazy, but I’ve already committed to it, so all I can do at this point is try my best.
I reach for his cock but he slaps my hand away. "No hands. No mouth, unless you want me to smack that, too. Use your pussy and nothing else."
That shouldn’t make me so hot, but his words alone make me throb deep inside. I was already burning up, but the mental image of him manhandling me turns the heat up a few more degrees.
I frown and pout at him like I’m unhappy, but I accept his amendment to the rules. I’m playing to win, so if he wants me to rub my pussy all over him until he finally gives in and thrusts himself inside me, I will.
I reposition myself over his cock, reaching my hand down to spread my slick pussy lips and moving myself along the solid length of him. The stimulation is almost too much to take and I shudder, throwing my head back and closing my eyes.
When I get to the head, I shift my weight and lean forward, plantin
g my hands on his waist and pushing back against his cock, wishing he’d lift his hips and push it inside me.
He doesn’t. I slide my pussy against it again and again, looking him straight in the eye as I do. My stomach is twisted up in knots, I’m aching like mad, and if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I think I might die.
“Please,” I whisper.
Wordlessly, Cal shakes his head.
I break his gaze, failing to hold back a groan of frustration.
I don’t know what else to do. I’m so turned on I can’t even think straight, and if this is driving me this crazy and he can just sit there and say no to me… maybe he’s right. Maybe I can’t handle him.
No, that’s quitter talk.
I’m not gonna lose, and I’m damn sure not gonna quit.
Pulling myself upright, I try to think of a new approach.
Men are visual creatures. I got hot thinking about him manhandling me, so maybe I can get him hotter if I make him look at something he wants.
In a less aroused state I would find this mortifying, but right now I’m as shameless as he usually is. I sit on him and lie back, bracing my weight on the bed with one hand. I allow my legs to fall open, and he falls right into the trap, his hungry graze dropping to my freshly shaved pussy.
I reach down with my free hand, rubbing myself while he looks. "You like what you see, Sir?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "You think my pussy is pretty?"
He’s tense as he looks at me, his hands fisting in the sheets as he resists the urge to touch, but I'm not done just yet.
"You could have it, right now. Remember when you licked it until I came on your face? You could fuck me right now and make me come all over your cock.”
His next command is short and clipped. "Beg."
My heart seizes and I close my legs, shakily sitting up on his stomach. “Beg?”
He pushes his hair back before grabbing my hips again. His touch is firm and cold, and it makes me so excited for what's to come. "Beg to have me inside you."
"Please," I manage, struggling to hold it together when I’m so turned on. "Please, Sir, will you put your cock in me? I need it... I need you to be my first. I want you to be the only man in the world who knows what it's like to bury yourself deep inside me... to fill me full of your cum. Please, Cal. Please." As I beg, I scoot back so I can straddle his cock again, so very eager to take him into my silky depths and never let him leave me.
He looks almost angry at me as he reaches down and cradles my face in his massive hand. "Goddammit, Noelle,” he says quietly. “How’s a man supposed to say no to that?”
My heart skips a couple beats as I look at him, wondering if he’s actually… admitting defeat? He can’t be. He would never. As determined as I am to win, to seduce this stubborn man, it never actually occurred to me he would ever cede his ground.
I wanted him to fuck me, but this feels more like a victory than anything I could imagine. He didn’t lose control and throw me down, shoving his cock inside me and fucking me like a man possessed.
He gave in. He’s letting me win.
I almost can’t breathe, and it doesn’t get any easier when he pulls me forward and gathers me close. He sits up on the bed, shifting me so I’m cradled in his lap, then he slides his hand around the back of my head and pulls me in for a searing, tender kiss.
Pleasure erupts inside my mind, wiping out all thought and replacing it with a bright white explosion of sensation.
When he pulls back, there’s a flash of softness in his eyes that warms my heart, but it doesn’t last for long. His heated gaze slowly travels down the length of my body. He palms my breast, running his blunt thumb across the rosy bud of my pebbled nipple. He stiffens when I gasp, then his gaze shifts to my face again and my tummy drops.
Without warning, he rotates our positions and throws me down on the bed. I’m on my back and I start to try to move out of his way, but before I can, he grabs my thighs and yanks them apart, planting himself between them.
“I hope you’re sure about this.”
“I am,” I say a little breathlessly, nodding my head. “I want this. I want you. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He shakes his head like he can’t rationalize my decision, but he doesn’t waste another second trying to talk me out of it. He slides his hand between my legs, closing his eyes against the arousal as his finger glides in without any trouble. “Oh, thank fuck,” he mutters to himself.
I start to ask why he’s thankful, but before I can, he grabs me, yanking me down the bed and bracing his hands under my ass. He lifts me like I weigh nothing and lets go with one hand so he can grasp his thick cock and align it with my entrance.
Nerves attack me all of a sudden, those second thoughts he mentioned before, but it’s too late.
Without another word, he plunges forward, driving his cock inside me inch by inch.
I cry out at the pain of his invasion, but he soothes the hurt quickly, his mouth hot and fiery against mine. He doesn't kiss me—he claims me. His mouth is demanding just like he is, and he swallows up every little cry I let out as he rips through me, taking my innocence once and for all.
I feel like it’s belonged to him since the moment we met, anyway. He wanted me to let it go and leave my comfort zone with him, and now I finally have.
"Goddamn it, you're so tight," he mutters roughly against my lips. "So fucking tight for me, sweetheart. I have to force my way in..."
I gasp as he pushes deeper, and he kisses away every sound that leaves my lips.
A tear slips out and rolls down my cheek. I don’t know if it’s from the pain, or the pure relief of finally giving in to our desires, but I do know my heart fills up when he brings the rough pad of his thumb up to wipe my tear away.
Once he’s sure I’m all right, Cal begins to move inside me. It hurts like hell at first, my pussy tugging and stretching to accommodate his size, but the more he moves, the better it feels. Eventually, the pain ebbs almost completely and pleasure begins to build inside me. I wrap my legs around him, letting him drive into me so deep, it’s like we’ll always be connected.
And we will, in a way.
There’s no going back now. Whether it was the best or worst idea I’ve ever had, I’ve given myself completely to Callan McLaren.
And I don't regret a single thing.
Chapter Fifteen
Callan
Daylight fills the room. Noelle slumbers peacefully against my side, her eyes closed, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder. Her hair is a tangled, sweaty mess after a night of hard fucking; she couldn’t look more beautiful.
I can’t help smiling, remembering all the pleasure she wrung out of me last night. I thought one round would be the most I’d get out of a virgin, but I fucked her three times before we both passed out.
She’s going to be sore as hell for a few days, but I can’t say I’m terribly sorry. After all, I don’t know when I’ll have her to myself all night like this again.
It’s going to be tricky as fuck, dating a student, but I’m up for the challenge. Noelle is worth a little trouble. Hell, she’s worth a lot of it.
As if she can sense me thinking about her and she doesn’t want to miss it, Noelle stirs awake. Her eyes only crack open, then she sees how bright it is and squeezes them shut again.
“Ew, mornings are gross.”
I chuckle, absently trailing a finger along her jawline. “Not a morning person, huh?”
“Decidedly not. Only psychopaths like mornings, and probably only the hours of morning where it’s still dark so they can move around dead bodies when all the sane people are sleeping.”
“That’s a vehement opinion you have there.”
“I stand by it,” she states, bringing her hands up to rub her eyes. Finally, she opens them and finds me staring at her like a lovesick idiot.
"What are you looking at?" Her question is sleepy and self-conscious, maybe a little guarded.
My reply is solemn
and simple. "You."
She wrinkles up her adorable little nose, trying to roll away from me and hide her head under a pillow. “Don’t look at me. I’m an ugly mess, I need a shower.”
Curling an arm around her waist and yanking her back against me, I lean down and press a kiss to the side of her face. “Don’t talk about my woman that way.”
That startles her enough that she gives up her hiding pillow and looks over her shoulder at me. “Excuse me?”
“You’re mine now,” I answer simply. “No returns. No exceptions.”
She can’t hide the pleasure dancing in her emerald eyes even as she tries to play it cool. “Now, wait a minute. I don’t remember agreeing to be your woman.”
“You did, last night.”
Noelle shakes her head, attempting a straight face as she presses her lips together in a firm line. “Listen, Mr. McLaren, you’re sexy and all, but would you really expect me to be satisfied with you? You, an excessively experienced man—practically an elder. And you know, they say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, so do you really think you would be enough for me?”
My heart stopped for a brief second, but as I recognize enough of my own asshole words flipped around and echoed back at me, I realize what she’s doing. Cutting her off with a brutal tickling, I make her squirm and arch and cry out against me again—but this time, with laughter.
“Okay, okay, I give up!” she cries. “I give up! Mercy! Have mercy!”
I stop tickling her and pull her back against me, curling my arms snugly around her waist. “I’m not a merciful man,” I inform her.
“Well, you better be glad I don’t share that sentiment,” she tosses back.
“You have all the lovely qualities I don’t. You’ll balance me out perfectly, and I’ll keep you from wimping out on life. We’re a perfect match.”
“You were a fool to fight it,” she adds playfully.
I may not have been a fool to fight it, but I was certainly a fool to let the doubts I had creep in and threaten to ruin everything.