But with Noelle, there’s something about her that feels … safe. Safe to go outside of my normal comfort zone with women, safe to cross those lines.
Sliding my tongue inside of her, tasting her intimately, turns me on more than I could have imagined. The way she’s gripping my head, my tongue becoming saturated by her arousal, and the way she works herself over my tongue nearly has me coming in my damn shorts.
“Foster.” The breathy way she says my name makes me … fuck. I’m like a damn teenage boy experiencing action for the first time.
Moving a hand up to her clit, I take it between my thumb and forefinger, giving it a slight tug. Instantly, I’m rewarded; her pussy getting even wetter, coating my tongue. Continuing to fuck her with my tongue while I work her clit with my fingers, her body begins to stiffen and I know this is it. The moment she arches, thrusting against my tongue, shamelessly riding it and taking the pleasure I’m giving her, is the only time my eyes fall closed. In that moment, I let the fact that I’m tasting her, that she’s coming all over my tongue—thrusting herself onto my face—roll over me, the satisfaction I’m giving her such obvious pleasure.
Once the tremors subside and her muscles relax, I relinquish my hold on her, sliding my tongue out of her pussy and pressing a soft kiss to it before raising my head. Those blue eyes of hers are watching me and there’s a relaxed softness in them I haven’t seen before. Before I can say anything, a look I recognize begins to edge its way into her expression.
Panic.
“Don’t,” I warn her huskily, lifting up to lean over her, propping myself up on my forearms. Lightly dusting my lips over hers, I repeat, “Don’t go there.”
She looks troubled. “I just came all over my freaking boss’ tongue.” Throwing her hands across her eyes, she mumbles, her lips barely moving, “And it was hot.”
My smile feels like it’s about to burst, it’s so big and it’s a good thing she can’t see it because it’s safe to say it’s more than a bit smug.
Lowering my lips to her neck, I press a kiss to it before dragging my teeth along her skin, watching as goose bumps pop up on her skin. And that isn’t the only thing popping up. Running my thumb down over a puckered nipple, she arches into my touch. But it’s not enough for me.
Lowering my head to latch on to her pale pink nipple, her low moan is music to my ears. My mouth finds her other nipple and I suckle it, flicking the hardened tip with my tongue.
“Stop.”
Her words make me freeze, my eyes darting up to hers. But she isn’t looking at me with the expression I expect. Her next words confirm it.
“I’m naked and you’re not.” She attempts a stern look. “That’s got to change.”
One eyebrow raised, I challenge her. “Are you trying to call the shots here, Davis?”
And there it is. The look that says, Really, Kavanaugh? with sarcasm rolling off of it in waves.
“I’m pretty sure I just rode your face shamelessly. The least you can do at this point is let me see you naked.” Her shoulders lift in a mini shrug, attempting nonchalance. “Not saying I’m going to let you do anything to me, but…”
Yeah. We’ll just have to see about that.
Raising myself off of her, coming to stand beside the bed, I slide down the pair of comfortable workout shorts I’d put on over my boxer briefs. My hard cock juts out proudly as I push the briefs down and off too.
“Ho-ly shiiit.” My eyes fly to Noelle, who’s staring at my cock with an expression I’m not sure I can describe. Astonishment, maybe? Mixed with apprehension? Finally, after a beat of silence, her eyes raise to mine, brow slightly furrowed. If I didn’t know her better, I would almost believe her next words are spoken out of concern. But it’s the sparkle in her eyes giving her away.
“Not sure if you realize this or not,” she says slowly, one corner of her lips tipped up, “but it appears you have something going on down there.” Her index finger moves in a circular motion, gesturing to my cock.
“I realize that.” I wait until her eyes meet mine again. “And it’s called an apadravya.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Noelle
Moving to sit near the edge of the bed on my knees, my eyes dart down again as I reach out, my finger lightly toying with the silver ball piercing at the head of his cock, eliciting a shudder from him. His eyes drift closed, pushing into my touch.
Wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock, I slide them slowly up his length until they graze the piercing on the underside, running my thumb over it. When I toy with the ends of the piercing, he jerks at my touch and I imagine my mouth over him, my tongue sliding over his cock. The image of that plays in my mind when his hands move of their own accord, twining his fingers through my hair, his heavy-lidded gaze watching me as I continue to stroke him, to toy with his piercing.