Noah
Sinking to my knees, I slipped my hands beneath the hem of Lanie’s dress and pushed the skirt up and over her hips. I couldn’t help the overwhelming urge to nuzzle her center, so I flicked my tongue out to sample the sweet taste of her arousal that had seeped through the black silk material. “Mmm, hors d’oeuvres. I think I’ll keep these for later.” I ripped her panties from her body. Those f*ckers had been outlawed and had no business creating a barrier between me and what I wanted.
Lanie gasped in surprise and I smirked up at her. “Never know when I might get hungry again,” I said with a shrug.
“Not that I’ve forgotten your blatant disregard for the no-panties rule, Miss Talbot. You will pay for that. Later.”
I tucked her panties in the front pocket of my jeans. Once they were securely in place, I put my hands on the inside of her knees and pushed, spreading her creamy thighs wide for invasion. I didn’t take my time, didn’t make it slow or sensual; I buried my face between her thighs and attacked. Lanie’s back arched and her knees buckled, but I held her in place with my hands firmly grasping her hips. There was no escaping me or my mouth until I was ready to release her.
I pulled back minutely, mixing the coaxing with the demanding, and saw her fingers twitch out of the corner of my eye. “Please don’t move those hands, kitten. I’d hate to have to stop before I give you what you want, but I’m a man of my word, and I will, so don’t test me,” I warned with my lips grazing her sensitive spot.
“Please, Noah. Please, I need to …” I f*cking loved to hear her beg for what only I could give to her. It made my cock impossibly hard, and I was overcome with the urge to get it wet.
Really, there was no reason we couldn’t both be appeased at the same time—kill two birds with one stone, or cock, as it were. Getting dental was a necessity first, though, so I nipped at her *, letting her guttural groan linger and then grow into something altogether animalistic as I sucked on the taut knot with a vigorous hunger. Giving her delectable little p-ssy one last, long lick, I stood before her and planted my hands against the wall on either side of her head. When I pressed my body against Lanie’s, I made damn sure she could feel my hardness.
“This is what you f*cking do to me. It’s really quite painful, but I assure you, the pleasure is also there,” I told her, relishing her moans of appreciation as I continued to work myself against her very naked, very wet cunt. The purpose was to drive her crazy, which it did, but I was also insane and unwilling to wait any longer.
Quickly stepping back, I made fast work of my belt and jeans before pulling them down far enough to let my dick spring free. Then I slipped my hands between her thighs and onto the wall, forcing them to spread as I lifted her until she was at the perfect height with her legs draped over my forearms.
“I’m going to take my time with you once I get you back home, but for now, this will have to be quick. Hold on to me, kitten,” I said, finally giving her permission to touch me.
Lanie hooked her arms under mine and grabbed the top of my shoulders with her hands and I entered her … deep. When we both moaned out in pleasure, I was forced to muffle our sounds with my mouth or risk drawing unwanted attention or causing some nosy nurse—or, God forbid, her father—to come investigate. I most definitely did not want to kick off my official relationship with the woman I loved by having her father threaten to send me to the morgue. Although apparently rigor mortis had already set in, at least in my cock—I was that f*cking hard for her.
Not to worry, I was buried balls deep inside my Lanie, and that was more than enough to take care of the issue at large. Over and over again, I thrust into her, going deeper and deeper with each urgent stab. She sank her nails into my shoulder, and I could feel the bite from them digging through my shirt, but it didn’t deter me because that shit felt good when I knew it was derived from the pleasure I was giving to her. My girl’s kisses became needy, my thrusts frenzied until finally I felt her walls clench around my cock with a throbbing pulse and she moaned into my mouth. Her body stiffened and her thighs attempted to clamp shut of their own accord as she shuddered in my arms with her orgasm. It was all the permission I needed to finally let go myself and spill my seed into her with a final strangled grunt, my hips jerky with incomplete strokes until I was spent.
Hands down, best quickie ever. I’ll admit to feeling like a douche for taking her that way the first time after our confessions of love, but I would most definitely be making it up to her later. Over and over again, until she was thoroughly satisfied. And then start at the beginning again, because like my girl pointed out, I was insatiable.
I pulled out of Lanie and eased her down the wall until her feet touched the floor. She swayed a little lethargically in my arms, so I gathered her back up to me. “Easy, kitten. You okay?”
She sighed contentedly. “Oh yeah, I’m really okay.”
I chuckled at her response. She had the same effect on me—not that I was all that surprised, because it had been that way from the very first week we’d spent together, and it always would be.
Always? Was I thinking long-term about our relationship? Damn straight I was. She was mine.
Lanie
“He did not!” my mother squealed.
Dez laughed at her reaction. “Oh yes he did. You should’ve seen him, Momma Faye. He was all”—Dez tucked her chin to her chest and spread her shoulders to mimic my father—“ ‘That’s my wife, boy, and I’ll be goddamned if I’m gonna sit by and let some pimply-faced orderly who’s just barely reached puberty and still jacked up on teenage hormones give her a sponge bath! I’m the only man who touches those goodies! Leave the sponge and the tub, and walk away slowly, son, before someone gets hurt.’ ”
My mother was full-on laughing by the time Dez was finished with her less than accurate impersonation, and the peal was music to my ears. I hadn’t heard her laugh like that in so long I’d nearly forgotten what it sounded like. Of course, had my father heard Dez’s mockery, he wouldn’t have found it quite so humorous. Good thing he was at the house getting things ready for my mother’s return.
It had been ten days since her transplant, and so far so good. All her color was back, and she was sitting up, laughing, eating, smiling … living. The scar on her chest was an angry red in color, but it, too, had healed significantly, and she claimed that it only hurt a little if she coughed. That may or may not have been true, but the sparkle was back in her eye and she was soaking up every single bit of information she could about how to maintain her health so her body wouldn’t reject her new heart.
The only source of worry I could find was Faye’s concern for the family of the young lady who had given her another chance to live. She wanted to offer her condolences and thank them properly, as we all did, but Daniel said it was the family’s choice not to have their information disclosed. Upon his suggestion, I sat down with my mother and we wrote them a letter that he agreed to deliver, hoping they would one day find peace with their loss. I’d also hoped my mother would find peace with her gain, but she was a sentimental person and I knew the idea that someone else had had to die in order for her to live would haunt her for the rest of her life.
“Well, it wasn’t exactly like that,” Polly chimed in.
“It was exactly like that,” Dez argued.
I knew better. “Mack does not say ‘goodies.’ ”
My mother interrupted with a devilish grin. “Um, yes, he does.”
“Oh, gross! Mom!” I did not need those mental images. I contemplated checking the janitor’s closet to see if there was some bleach—or whatever it was hospitals used to keep everything so sterile—I could use to scrub my brain. It was definitely going to take something industrial-strength and then I’d probably still be scarred for life.
She scoffed. “Oh, please, Lanie. How do you think you got here? I assure you, it wasn’t by immaculate conception.” She got this dreamy look in her eye like she was reminiscing. “We sure did have a lot of fun making you. The things your father can do with his—”
I plugged my ears with my fingers and started singing to drown her out. It didn’t work. I could still hear her over my own hideous screeching.
“ … your dad has this fascination with the Statue of Liberty, so I have this outfit—”
“Stop! Stop! Stop! Pleeeeease stop,” I begged.
Faye finally fell silent at my outburst and gave me a look. “Don’t act like you’re so innocent,” she said, smoothing the sheets over her midsection. “I’ve seen that piece of man meat you’ve been wearing. You two haven’t been able to keep your hands off each other. I bet he’s good in the sack, too, isn’t he? I mean, he’s Noah Crawford, Chicago’s most eligible bachelor.”
“Seriously? I’m going to puke,” Lexi said in a bored tone as she examined her nails. Then she sighed and straightened in her chair. “I love my cousin and all, but I really don’t want to hear this.”
My mom did that thing where she tried to be less like a mom and more like one of the girls. “You shush it, girlie. I want to know everything,” she told Lexi, then turned back to me. “So just how big is the big spender?”
“I’m soooo not going to answer that question,” I said, appalled and embarrassed. I wanted to curl up into a fetal position and suck my thumb until it all just went away. “What are you, some kind of cougar? Need I remind you that I’m your daughter, and this is beyond inappropriate?”
Dez came to my mother’s defense. “Stop being such a prude, Sandra Dee, and let your inner Cha Cha DiGregorio shine through. You’ve shimmied your way into your paintedon leather, strapped on your peep-toe heels, colored your lips red, and snagged Danny Zuko.” Her obsession with Grease bordered on insanity.
“Let us live vicariously through you. I mean, you’ve scored the jackpot, honey, so the least you could do is gloat about it for the less fortunate.” Dez crossed her legs, propped her elbow on her knee, and rested her chin in her palm. “What’s he working with? And don’t try to lie, either. I’ve seen the size of his feet and his hands.”
“Oh my God! I can’t believe this is happening,” I mumbled, running my hands over my face. “I’m being punked, aren’t I? Where are the cameras?”
Dez made a fist with one hand and started rotating the other as if she were holding a movie camera aimed straight at me. “Lanie Marie Talbot, this is your life,” she said with a game show host’s intonation. “So tell us … Vienna sausage or Peterbilt truck?”
“Just tell us,” Polly chimed in. I was shocked. She sounded like I was about to reveal the secret to eternal life or something. Noah was her boss, and her husband was probably the closest friend Noah had, yet she was all up in my business, wanting to know how long his schlong was.
Lexi sighed and rolled her eyes. “Tell them, for God’s sake, so that we can move on from this horrendous topic.”
“Fine!” I yelled, throwing my hands up in defeat. “He’s colossal, okay? Huge! And the sex is epic! He knocks it out of the park each and every time he’s at bat. He’s got me speaking in tongues and my head spinning around on my shoulders like I’m possessed or something. If the absolute greatest sex in the universe were to manifest into a physical being, it would clone itself after Noah Crawford. He is the poster child for massive orgasms, the alpha and omega of cocks everywhere. His junk should be stuffed and mounted like a trophy over a fireplace, put on display behind bulletproof glass with heat-sensitive alarms and motion detectors at the Smithsonian of Cockdom! It is the holy grail of penises everywhere, and only he has the ability to harness its full power. In short, Noah Crawford is the epitome of sex. He makes my toes curl and my body convulse. There. Are you happy?”
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. My mother’s jaw was slack and Polly’s eyes were bulging out of her head. And then there was Dez …
“So if you had to put a specific measurement on it, what would it be?”
I heard a throat clear at the doorway and my head snapped in that direction to find Noah leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets. Judging by the egotistical smirk on his face, I’d say he’d heard just enough of my speech to make him impossible to live with.
“Sorry to interrupt, ladies,” he said as he straightened and walked into the room. “Mrs. Talbot, you’re looking very well.”
“I, uh … Well, um, thank you,” my mother stuttered, apparently picturing my boyfriend naked, which was oh so Jerry Springer of her.
When I’d first seen my mother in the recovery room ten days earlier, Noah had been right by my side, and I remembered the way her jaw had nearly dropped to the floor and how she repeatedly rubbed her eyes as if she couldn’t possibly have been seeing what she was seeing. She beamed like the mother of a beauty pageant contestant who’d mopped the floor with all those other wanna-bes. Not that my mother had ever treated me that way, but she knew who Noah Crawford was, and she was stoked that her baby girl was dating him.
“I missed you.” Noah squatted behind me and leaned in to give my neck a very sweet, chaste kiss. Then he wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind and addressed my mother. “I spoke with Mr. Talbot on the way over and he said all the medical equipment arrived today and has been set up. Looks like you’re good to go when Daniel gives you the green light.”
“Actually, Dr. Crawford said that, barring any unforeseen complications, I can go home tomorrow.” Faye beamed excitedly. “I want to thank you for making all of this possible. I know you’ll probably never claim responsibility, but I also know that if it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t be here right now, and my daughter wouldn’t be nearly as happy as she finally seems to be. You’ve touched the life of each member of our family, Noah, and we can never repay you for that.”
He hugged me tighter. “I’d do anything for Lanie. Besides, I only did what any decent human being would do if given the resources, Mrs. Talbot. I’m no saint.”
“Well, in my eyes you are, and I won’t soon forget what you’ve done,” my mother said with misty eyes. She took a deep breath and collected herself before starting again. “Now, Lanie, what are your plans? Are you going back to school?”
Yeah, she and Mack still thought I was legitimately enrolled at NYU. How was I going to get out of that mess?
Lexi came to the rescue. “Actually, I pulled some strings with the dean’s office and got him to agree to let Lanie drop her classes for this semester and reenroll for the next, without it affecting her scholarship,” she said, giving me a look that said I should go with what she was saying. “So she’s free to stick around here for a while.”
My mom clasped her hands together. “That’s great! You’ll be coming home, then?”
“Um …” That caught me off guard. I hadn’t really thought about what I would do, or where I would go once she was free to leave. I turned to look at Noah, hoping he’d saddle up on his white horse and come to my rescue yet again, but his defeated expression offered me no solace or hope of being able to go back home with him. I could tell by the way he nodded and offered a smile that our separation wasn’t what he wanted, either. But at the same time, he had to have known this would happen, which meant he was sacrificing, yet again, for me and my family. I wished he’d been selfish and demanded I stay with him, but I knew he wouldn’t.
I turned back to my mother so that I wouldn’t have to see his pretty face, in hopes that I’d have the strength to say what he and I both knew I had to say. “Yeah, Mom, I’m coming home.” I gave her a halfhearted smile that I hoped looked convincing enough.
What kind of daughter had I become? I should’ve wanted to be there to help her on her road to recovery because she still had quite a way to go. But I couldn’t fathom the idea of sleeping in my cold bed—the very same bed in which I’d spent night after night wondering if I was doomed to never know what it felt like to have a warm body cuddled up next to me, to never know the fire that boiled in my veins from a lover’s touch, to never know what it felt like to be adored by someone of worth.
I could feel Noah’s warm breath on the shell of my ear as his husky voice spoke from just over my shoulder. “If it’s okay with you, Mrs. Talbot, I’d like to steal her away from you for the evening. Unless you need her here, of course.”
Always the f*cking considerate gentleman. Throw me over your shoulder like a Neanderthal, damn it! Whisk me away to your cave with grunted warnings for anyone who might dare try to take me away from you! God knew the man didn’t seem to have a problem behaving that way when he’d decided he knew what was best for me time and time again before. It may have been seriously f*cked up of me, but part of me wanted that Noah back again. At least in that moment.
“No, no, no. Lanie’s been with her sick old mother every single day and night since I got here,” Faye said. “She needs to get out. You two kids go and, um … have fun.” She tried to contain her giggles, but then Dez, Polly, and Lexi started snickering, and all bets were off.
How very junior high of them, I thought. But it became very evident that I was never going to live down the whole Noah-is-a-sex-god rant. I imagined the episode of The Jerry Springer Show we could all appear on: “My Mother Wants to Sleep with My Boyfriend, but He’s Too Busy Boinking His Cousin, His Married Assistant Dreams of His Penis Size, and My Best Friend Might Be Pregnant with His Baby.”
Intent on capitalizing on my newfound realization and making them all suffer for embarrassing me, I shook those disturbing thoughts out of my head and stood. After kissing my mother on the cheek, I grabbed Noah’s hand and dragged him behind me as I turned for the door.
“Where are you going?” Polly asked.
I stopped short, looked back over my shoulder at my friends, and with a knowing smirk said, “The Smithsonian. Envy me, bitches.”
“The alpha and omega of cocks everywhere, huh?” Noah asked as we stepped into the empty elevator and the doors closed behind us.
I inhaled deeply, letting the scent of him that had permeated the air in the small space envelop my senses. I think I purred. “Something like that.”
Noah suddenly had me pinned against the wall, his body pressed firmly to mine, and his mouth engaging my own in a searing kiss. His hands were everywhere: fondling my breast, cupping my ass, stroking the sweet spot just under the crotch seam of my jeans. His attack was so fast and furious that I hadn’t even had a chance to take a breath. Oxygen was overrated, right? I was pretty sure I could live without it because as long as Noah continued to do things that made my pulse race, it meant my heart was still beating. Sure, I would probably be a little brain-damaged from the lack of oxygen to the old cranium when he was done, but it would be worth it.
The bell dinged, signaling our stop at another floor. Before the doors opened, Noah pulled away and stood by my side. A nurse stepped on, carrying a food tray. Judging by the way her eyes widened when she took in my appearance, I’d say she knew exactly what we’d been up to. My chest was heaving, I was sure my hair looked every bit as disheveled as my clothes, and I could feel the flush on my skin. When Nurse Observant finally stopped staring at me, she swept her eyes over Noah … and gasped. I turned to find the cause of her reaction, but he seemed perfectly normal to me. I was about to chalk it up to it being merely the effect his gorgeousness had on women when I suddenly noticed the enormous bulge in the front of his pants. I quickly stepped in front of him to block Nurse Observant’s view of the colossal cock. Just then another nurse stepped onto the elevator, and the two soon were engaging in conversation, which meant I wasn’t going to have to spoon the bitch’s eyes out for ogling my man.
Noah put his arm around my waist and pulled me back against him so that my ass was firmly planted against his erection. He nuzzled my ear with his nose and grinded against me, whispering, “Jealous, Lanie?”
I shook my head.
He chuckled quietly and gave my exposed neck a soft kiss. “Yes, you are.” His warm breath caressed my ear. “I want to f*ck you. Right now. Right here. In this elevator. With them watching.”
My heart literally skipped a beat. I’d never thought of myself as kinky, but I wasn’t really surprised that exhibitionism turned out to be a turn-on for me. Noah had already shown me so many different sides of the person I truly was on the inside—someone that I hadn’t known existed before. Damned if I didn’t want him to do it just as badly as he wanted to. And I knew it wasn’t only so those hussies would know he belonged to me, either.
The elevator finally stopped on the ground floor, and Noah led me out the front doors to where Samuel was waiting with the limousine. Once we were inside, Noah pulled me to him and kissed me deeply.
“I missed you,” he said, breaking the kiss.
Noah had been by my side throughout the entire ordeal with my mother and we hadn’t gone one day without seeing each other, but I knew what he meant. With the exception of the one time, we hadn’t been able to hide away to, um, take care of business. We were both wound up pretty tightly, and it seemed yet another separation was on the horizon, what with me going home to stay with my parents and all. I hoped we’d have a lot more alone time despite that, though, because I was not one bit averse to sneaking out into the woods with him and doing it like a couple of adolescent teens.
“Me too,” I whispered, stroking his cheek.
A mischievous smile crept up on his face. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your punishment, either.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Not with the stupid panties again.”
“Oh, yes,” he said, grabbing my hair roughly and forcing me to look at him, which really turned me on. Holy crapola, did it ever. “It was a cheap shot, and you know it, so you must be punished.”
“And what might my punishment be, Mr. Crawford?” I asked, eagerly playing along.
“I might have an idea. Hungry?” he asked, and I nodded. “Good, because I’ve got something for you right here.”
I heard the clinking of his belt buckle and then the metal against metal as his zipper was released.
“I missed your lips,” he said, kissing me chastely. Then he sighed heavily. “And I really missed your mouth.”
He wasn’t talking about my sarcastic wit, either, and it kind of made me all giddy inside because I knew I could take care of that for him, gladly.
With his hand still fisted in my hair, he pushed my head down toward his crotch, where his cock was already free and giving me a Hey! How are ya? I’m the piece of meat that’s about to get crammed down the back of your throat when my man, Noah, there forces you headfirst into his lap so that he can f*ck your mouth. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shouldn’t have worn the panties, woman.
I stifled a giggle because it wasn’t like I was the least bit intimidated by the threat. How could something I wanted be considered punishment? I was getting off easy. Or, rather, he was going to be the one to get off. And maybe that was his angle.
“I love you,” I whimpered, hoping to change his mind if in fact he had no intention of letting me get mine.
“Mmm-hmm. I love you, too, kitten. Now suck my cock,” he said, pushing my head into his lap.
I loved that he hadn’t lost that domineering edge just because admissions of love had been spoken. It wouldn’t have been the same. He wouldn’t have been the same, and I didn’t want him to change who he really was.
The angle I was approaching from wasn’t exactly prime, so I slid onto the floor between his legs and took him in my hand. His skin felt silky smooth and hot, yet he was as solid as marble, and I couldn’t help but admire his cock. He was all I had bragged that he was, and I’d missed him so.
I took him into my mouth and hummed at finally having him back there. He was right; I did enjoy having his cock in my mouth a little too much.
“F*ck, yeah. You love this, don’t you? Bad girls like to suck cock, don’t they? Let me see.” He groaned as he gathered my hair up into his hand so that he could have a better view to watch what I was doing.
I hummed again in answer and bobbed my head more earnestly, wanting to make him happy. Saliva was dripping down his shaft, making it easier for me to exaggerate my motions and take him deeper.
Noah hissed. “Goddamn, that feels so f*cking perfect. I love to hear those wet sounds when you’re sucking my cock real good and proper like that.”
I started to move faster, spurred on by his dirty talk and a growl from somewhere deep within his chest erupted. Noah pulled hard on my hair and immobilized me. Then he started thrusting his hips, his dick quickly moving back and forth inside my mouth. I could feel him hit the back of my throat with each stroke, and he pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in again. It was all I could do to control my gag reflex, but I loved it when he f*cked my mouth.
“I wish everyone else could see how f*cking good you look sucking my cock,” he grunted.
I have no idea what came over me; perhaps it was the realization from the elevator moments before, or the fact that I wanted everyone to see how good I made this man feel, but whatever the reason, I reached my hand up and pressed the button that controlled the window. The tinted glass slid down, giving greater Chicago front-row seats to our little show. I felt like a porn star who’d just won the Golden Cock, even though the only thing anyone could see was my head bobbing up and down and Noah’s face with its expression of orgasmic pleasure. But make no mistake, anyone who pulled up next to us would definitely know what was up in the back seat of that limousine.
“Oh, God, I really f*cking love you, woman.” Noah moaned, the city lights spilling in through the opened window and casting moving shadows across his chiseled face.
I took as much of him as I could, swallowing the head of his dick down the back of my throat before releasing him again.
“That’s right, baby. You keep sucking my cock like that, and when I get you home, I’m going to give you what you’ve been wanting.” He growled, shoving my head down and then rolling his hips upward before releasing to let me do my thing again. “I’m going to make love to that tight little p-ssy of yours, and then I’m going to f*ck that pretty ass.”
Game, set, match. Hole in one. Touchdown. Swish—nothing but net. Goal. Home run … Whatever. All I knew was that my eye was on the prize and I wanted the win.
I gave him and that colossal cock all I had, going to town on that bad boy like I hadn’t eaten for days and had stumbled upon an all-you-can-eat buffet. All my hard work—yeah, right; ’twas my pleasure—paid off big-time. Noah thrust his hips up while shoving my head down so that his cock was lodged in the back of my throat, and then he came, spewing his hot semen into my mouth like a volcanic eruption. I swallowed as quickly as I could, not really wanting to taste the salty goo, but loving the feral moans of ecstasy that spilled from his succulent lips nonetheless.
“Christ, woman.” He was still panting when his body finally relaxed and I released his dick. “I would’ve f*cked you one way or the other, but that? F*cking hell, there just are no words.”
I giggled. “So does that mean I’m forgiven for the panty thing?”
He smiled while tucking his dick away. “Yeah, you’re forgiven. But don’t ever let that shit happen again, because I will be only too happy to do a reenactment of your punishment.”
“Promises, promises,” I cooed, wiping the corners of my mouth.
The car rolled to a stop and I looked out the opened window and realized we were home. I suddenly felt a little sick to my stomach, not knowing how long I was going to have to be without him, or whether or not our separation would have an effect on the way he felt about me. I mean, he had his work and home in Chicago, and I would be in bum-f*cked Hillsboro. Not exactly in another state, but with his schedule, how often could I really expect to see him?
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Noah asked, lifting my chin to look into my eyes.
“I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Do what?”
“Be away from you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Lanie.”
“Yeah, but I am,” I said, pulling my chin from his grasp and straightening myself. “And you’re horny all the time, which is exactly the reason you bought me in the first place—”
I stopped abruptly when I saw his face contort like I’d just slapped him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just … God, it’s killing me, you know?”
Noah sighed. “Yeah, I do,” he said quietly. “But there’s always the weekends, and I’ll make a trip to Hillsboro every chance I get.”
I crossed my arms over my chest in a pout. “Sure, it’ll be that way for a little while, and then you’ll get tired of it and the trips will become more infrequent until you’re just doing it every now and then out of habit. You’ll start to resent me, and before I know it, you won’t be there at all because you’ll have moved on.” I wrapped my arms tighter, hugging myself and already beginning to feel the hole developing in my heart.
“Don’t,” he said, all business.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t start dooming us already.” He ran his hands through his hair in exasperation. “I love you, Lanie. It took me a long time to be able to open myself up like this again, and I’m not about to let you go that easily. I’m yours and you’re mine, and we’re going to make the best of the time we have together. Now get out of the f*cking car.”
Noah opened the door and stepped out, holding his hand out for me. My thoughts drifted back to my first night there, when I would never have been able to imagine what we’d since become to each other. I took his outstretched hand, a symbol that we were in this thing together and that together we would find a way to make it work.
I’d no sooner stepped onto the ground than Noah snatched me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me up the steps to the door. I giggled, no longer feeling the pangs of separation, content to live in the moment. If little stolen moments were all we had for the time being, I was going to live them to the fullest and hope for the best.
Once we were inside, Noah carried me to his office, opened a drawer, and pulled something out that I couldn’t see since I was hanging upside down, face-to-face with the Ridonkabutt. All the blood was rushing to my head, but the view was fabulous, so I wasn’t complaining.
“What are you doing?” I laughed.
“You’ll see,” he said, then turned to leave the office.
Up the stairs and down the hall he carried me. I knew the route well; he was taking me to the bedroom for some happy-happy, joy-joy playtime. When he finally set me down on my feet, the blood drained from my head and flowed back into the rest of my body, making me suddenly dizzy.
“First things first,” Noah said, steadying me. In his hand was a ruler. “If you’re going to be bragging about me, I think you should have the facts.”
“A ruler?” I questioned.
He smirked. “Right. Perhaps a yardstick would be more appropriate?”
He wanted me to measure his penis? And so the egomania begins …
I shrugged. If you can’t beat ’em, might as well join ’em. Plus, I was more than a little curious to know the exact number myself.
I took the ruler and reached for his pants.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Noah stopped me, taking a step back. “You can’t measure it limp, Delaine. You have to wait until I’m hard.”
“Hmm, I see,” I said, and then closed the gap between us. “Well, let’s see if we can’t take care of that. In the interest of presenting the facts, that is.”
I backed him up against the wall and began kissing along the length of his neck. At the same time, I cupped him through his jeans and massaged his cock. Even limp, he was still an impressive size, but it didn’t take long before the bulge in his pants grew thick and hard under my manipulations. I couldn’t help the self-satisfied grin that spread across my face.
Noah moaned. “You’re … very talented.”
“I have a great teacher.” I took a step back and made fast work of his pants. “I think you’re up to snuff now, big boy.”
The Wonder Peen sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around it, steadying it so that I could take a proper measurement. I was impressed. Like, really impressed. Noah measured in at a little over nine inches and all that, had been inside me, and was about to be inside my ass. Admittedly, I was a bit intimidated.
“And there you have it,” he said with a cocky grin and a twinkle in his eye. “Proof that your boyfriend’s cock truly is the holy grail of penises everywhere.”
I rolled my eyes and tossed the ruler to the side. “Just how much of that speech did you hear?”
“All of it.” He stepped toward me and took the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head.
“And now you’ve got a big head over it, huh?” I asked, unbuttoning his shirt. I kissed the newly exposed skin, inhaling his scent and memorizing each indentation of the muscles in his chest.
“Well, I think we just proved that, now didn’t we?” He kicked his shoes off and reached forward, flicking the clasp at the front of my bra and releasing it so that the straps could fall down my arms. “And it’s all yours, baby,” he said before cupping my breasts and suckling at one of the nipples. “Jesus Christ, I want you so f*cking bad.”
It didn’t take either of us much longer to have the other completely undressed, and before I knew it, I was sprawled out on top of the bed with Noah’s head between my thighs.
“Mmm, you taste so sweet, kitten,” he mumbled against my soaked flesh.
His tongue flicked at my * rapidly before he covered it with his mouth and sucked gently, all while still manipulating it with his very talented tongue. I brought my knees up and closed my thighs around his head, moaning at the sensation of his scruffy beard against my sensitive skin as he worked me over. Two fingers pushed and pulled inside me, while two more worked my back entrance. He was priming me for the invasion, so I relaxed as much as I could, enjoying the other sensations he gave me as a distraction. Before long, I found myself actually pushing forward to meet the thrust of his fingers, wanting even more.
“Yeah, you want it, too, don’t you?” I could only whimper in response. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’m going to give it to you. I just need to make sure you’re ready first.”
I came hard, rocking my hips back and forth and then stiffening as the orgasm took over my body and rendered me unable to move. Noah carefully removed his fingers and crawled up the bed to lie on his side next to me. Tender kisses were placed along my shoulder and neck until my breathing finally evened out and I could see straight again. Noah gathered me up into his arms and turned me so that my back was to him. And then he entered me from behind, in the traditional sense.
He made love to me slowly—holding me tight as he whispered words of admiration and love into my ear.
“I love you so much,” I told him, kissing the palm of his hand, because it was one of the very few parts of him to which I had access.
“I know you do, baby.” He nuzzled the sensitive skin on the back of my neck. “I love you, too. Jesus, you feel so unbelievably good.”
But I could give him more. “Noah, I’m ready,” I told him, sensing he was waiting for my permission before going any further.
“Are you sure?” He kissed along the length of my neck to my ear. “I want to … really f*cking bad, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You and I both know that you could never hurt me,” I reassured him. “Please?”
Noah reached over me and grabbed the bottle of lubricant he’d brought up from his office. He didn’t pull away from me as he squirted a little on his fingertips and then spread it around my rear opening. All the while, he was still moving inside me.
“This will be a first for me, too,” he whispered, kissing my shoulder. He pulled out of me and began to coat himself with the lubricant.
“You’ve never done this before?” I asked, stunned.
“No. So if it hurts too much, I need you to tell me. Okay?” I could feel the head of his dick at my entrance, applying a little pressure.
I nodded, holding my breath because I was nervous, but I really wanted this first for both of us. Finally, something he and I would have that no one else could ever take away.
I felt him push forward slowly, more pressure. And then with one very quick, very short thrust, he was inside me. I gasped at the burning sensation and stiffened, holding my breath once again and willing the fire of the stretching pain to subside. Tears sprang to my eyes unbeckoned, like a little girl who’d just fallen and scraped her knee, only this was so much bigger than that. My body’s natural instinct was to push him out, but I held still and squeezed my eyes shut instead, unwilling to move or breathe for fear it would only make it worse.
“Breathe, kitten. You have to breathe.” Noah’s strained voice was almost a whisper as his shaky hands stroked my arms lovingly and peppered my shoulders with tender kisses. “Just breathe and try to relax. It’ll get better.”
I exhaled a long breath and tried my damnedest to loosen the muscles in my body. He was right—once I started to relax, the pain subsided a bit.
“Keep going,” I told him.
Noah’s voice was raspy, his body trembling. “Are you sure? I’m not even all the way in yet. That was only the head.”
What!?
I nodded my head quickly, my jaw feeling the pressure of my clenched teeth. I inhaled deeply and then exhaled again, readying myself for yet more pain. I could do this. I could do it for him. “Just … go slow,” I said, unable to keep the strain out of my voice.
“I’m hurting you. We’re not doing this,” he said, and I felt him back away as if he were about to pull out, which I absolutely could not let happen.
“No! I want this. Please, Noah, let me give this to you. Give this to me,” I begged, and then pushed back into him slightly to prove how much I wanted it.
I heard him groan. A groan of pleasure, not frustration. I did that to him. Then I felt his warm, soft, wet lips along my shoulders again as he began to move inside me, oh so slowly, once more. It wasn’t nearly as painful, just uncomfortable. But the more he moved, the deeper he went, the more I loosened up and started to enjoy the sensations. An involuntary moan escaped my lips, and I felt his arms tighten around me and his breathing became heavier. I wanted to know that it felt good to him, too; I wanted to hear him say it.
“What does it feel like?” I asked. “Do you like it?”
“Oh, God, kitten. You have no idea,” he moaned in that husky voice, his hot breath spilling over the skin on the back of my neck. “You feel so f*cking good.”
“More. Give me more,” I urged him on, knowing he was holding back for fear of hurting me. But I wanted him to get the full effect, and in truth, I sort of liked it. I knew I wouldn’t get off this first time, but that was okay, too.
Noah held me firmly in place as he rolled his hips, moving deeper still, faster.
“That’s it, baby,” I spurred him on. “Do what feels good to you. I want you to come so f*cking hard.”
“Shit! I love it when you say naughty things to me,” he managed between heavy breaths.
That was all he needed to say. If he loved it, I was going to give him more of it.
“Noah, your massive cock is in my ass,” I moaned, wanting him to get the mental effect as well as the physical. “Oh, God, baby. You’re f*cking me in my ass, owning me completely.”
That must have done it.
“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!” he growled through clenched teeth. “I can’t … stop. Oh, God. I’m gonna … F*ck, I’m gonna come, kitten.”
Noah thrust into me, his hips slapping against my ass and his hand clutching my hip so hard I knew there would be a bruise there by morning. He bit into the flesh on the back of my neck and growled out his release, furiously animalistic. All I could do was hold on, all the while grinning like the cat that ate the canary. I did that for him. I gave him what no one else ever had—or ever would again, if I had anything to say about it. And I’d do it a thousand more times. Because I could.
It hurt like a motherf*cker. But the discomfort I experienced was worth it in the end, because it was a connection only he and I shared. I could feel how much pleasure it gave him, and I reveled in the fact that a man who seemingly was always in control wasn’t when it came to me. It was a freedom he deserved, and I always wanted him to feel like that.
I’d come to Noah a virgin in every sense of the word, physically and emotionally, and he had introduced me to a world of unspeakable pleasure. He might have paid two million dollars for me, but I owed him so much more than that for what he had given to me in return. I owed him my heart, my soul, my body—and they were all his.
“I love you so much, Noah Crawford.” My voice was barely a whisper. I reached around and caressed his bare ass with the palm of my hand. “Thank you.”
“I love you, too, Delaine Talbot,” he whispered back. I could feel his heart pounding against my back as his chest rose and fell with his labored breaths. “I can’t imagine ever sharing something so intimate with anyone but you. Thank you for trusting me.”