His eyes hooded and he released his grip on the wand. “Show me.”
Callie once again leaned over and flipped open the lid of her suitcase, the toy shifting within her as she moved. Noah sucked his teeth as he took in her stash.
“Which one is your favorite?”
She pointed to a yellow vibrator, slightly curved and covered in a web of ridges. It was the largest dildo she owned, and at its head, a series of small beads beneath the surface of the silicone did exquisite things to her most sensitive places. He grabbed the toy and switched it on, then he knelt between her thighs, his knees holding her open for his inspection.
“You’ve been holding out on me, Calico,” he said, withdrawing the wand from inside her.
He raised it to his lips and sucked her taste off the end, and she thought she might die on the spot. She was still watching his mouth, wondering how it would feel to have it buried in her cunt, when he pressed the head of the vibe against her opening. It was significantly larger than the other toy, but judging by the outline in his slacks, still not as large as Noah. He slid it into her slowly, working it in and out in slow thrusts. Her pussy stretched to accommodate it, and when it was fully seated, he bent over her and pressed his lips to hers. His hand pumped between her legs as their tongues tangled, every part of her hot and wet and aching for more and terrified that she would wake up at any moment and realize this was all a dream.
“More. Noah, I need…”
“What, love?” He dragged his lips down her neck and to her breasts. He bit down on her nipple, and she cried out, arching into the sharp sting and hoping he’d do it again.
She fumbled with his belt, his zipper. His cock jutted from the placket of his pants, hard and rude and glistening with precum. Her fingers skated over the swollen crown, massaging that glistening bead into his velvet skin. He took her hand and placed it on the toy between her legs, urging her to keep fucking herself with it.
“Do not come yet. You come with me,” he said.
He made quick work of removing his clothes, and then he was back on the bed beside her. He ran his thumb over her jaw, across her lower lip, the touch so tender it took her by surprise.
“Do you think you can take me here?”
She sucked his thumb into her mouth and scraped her teeth over it, releasing him with a pop. “God, yes.”
“If it gets to be too much, you tap on my leg. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Noah, please. I want to taste you.”
He spun around and straddled her, lining himself up so his head was between her legs and his cock dangled over her waiting mouth. With a steadying hand at the base of his shaft, he drew the tip over her lips, painting them with precum, then slipped himself into her mouth. He only gave her the tip, just enough for her to lap at the ridge of his crown.
She didn’t know this version of Noah—all quiet power and commands, an effortless authority that had turned the tables on her so quickly and thoroughly that she hadn’t even realized she was no longer the one in control. She never could have imagined that there was a side of him she’d want even more than his easy charm and unassuming care. But if the Noah who carried her bags and bought her a purse full of Benadryl was attractive, this version of him was magnetic, impossible to resist. Not that she would want to even if she could.
As she explored the ridges of his cock with her tongue, he took over working the toy between her legs, releasing her hands to explore his naked body. Her nails scratched over his back and hips. She wanted to memorize the contours of the muscles beneath his skin, the scrape of the coarse hair on his legs, the salt and musk taste of him. She needed to remember it all.
He slid further into her mouth, giving her the weight of him on her tongue, and she lifted her head in an attempt to take more of his length. She wasn’t foolish enough to think she could take it all, but fuck if she wasn’t going to try. The intensity of the vibe between her legs increased, the hum of the motor growing louder. All the sensations in her body converged, coiling tight low in her belly as he fucked her with her toy. And still she needed more. She whimpered around his cock, digging her nails into his ass and urging him deeper into her mouth as she canted her hips, seeking. She dropped one hand between her legs to grip the toy, to make him move it faster, but he batted her away.
“Let me take care of you, love,” he said.
When his tongue hit her clit she thought she might cry in relief. As he licked her, he finally thrust the vibe between her legs harder, faster, driving her towards her climax. Tongue and lips and teeth and heat and one sensation blurring into the other, her hips rising up to meet each thrust of the toy and flick of his tongue. She moaned as his cock hit the back of her throat, swallowing him down as her legs shook uncontrollably.
Noah pulled himself from her mouth as she broke apart beneath his tongue, coming so hard she arched against his weight, her hips bucking violently, pleasure tearing through her like a firework. Ropes of hot cum jetted from Noah’s cock across her chest, spurring on her own climax. Her thighs clamped around Noah’s head as he continued to suck on her clit until the wave finally crested and broke, the force of her climax so strong it forced the toy from within her and soaked the sheets beneath them.
Noah dropped the toy and swung off of her, his eyes raking over her as she lay exhausted on the bed, coated in his cum and surrounded by a puddle of her own. He dipped his head between her legs again and gave her a long lick, from the pleated rim of her back entrance all the way to her pulsing clit. Her body jolted beneath the touch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, dragging his mouth up her body, planting kisses along the flare of her hips, the swell of her belly.
When he reached her breasts, he drew his fingers through the cum there, painting her nipples with it, before drawing a stiff peak into his mouth and sucking her clean. It was filthy and depraved, every part of it, and she loved it. She wanted more.
He cupped her between her legs, the heel of his hand pressing into her sensitive clit, and said against her lips, “This pussy is mine now, Callie. From now on, you don’t come unless I say so.”
“Overbearing,” she whispered through her tired smile before she succumbed to sleep.
Chapter 17
Noah was not accustomed to fucking up. He was the guy who sailed through high school, college, and grad school. He was the guy who always kept his nose clean and was ten minutes early to every appointment. He was scrupulously honest (this week notwithstanding), even when that honesty wasn’t what someone wanted to hear. It was how he made sure that every woman he took to bed was absolutely clear on what he was—and was not—offering them: a night of fun, as many orgasms as they could handle, and then he’d order them a cab to take them home. No spending the night. No cuddling. No flirty texts the next day. No chance of falling in love.
As he lay in bed with Callie—a woman he’d been sleeping next to for the past three nights, a woman who would be in his life indefinitely, the woman he was pretending to date—he was wholly unprepared for the sudden and crystal-clear feeling that he had fucked up. Royally.
