I leaned my head to the side as my hand eased down, cupping my breast—imagining it was him and that his touch was cruel, possessive, causing me to pinch my nipple hard.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“You want me to force you on your hands and knees, pull your hair and sink so deep in your wet cunt it hurts? Fuck you until your eyes tear up and your body breaks?
One long, leisurely stroke down my stomach, my fingers reached between my legs, instantly finding my clit. “Fuck,” I whimpered, seeing Noah’s face while I circle the sensitive nub, widening my legs apart. Would he torture me by touching every inch of my body, sucking my nipples, stroking his tongue through my sensitive folds?
“Touch yourself? I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”
“Open your legs wide and let me see that weeping pussy.”
“I want to see your legs quiver and your back arch.”
“Finger yourself.”
I reached deeper between my legs, inserting a finger in my pussy, my hips starting to flex. I could feel it building, the climax slowly growing stronger, every muscle pulling taut.
“That’s it, baby. Ride your finger. Let that pussy of yours soak your palm.”
My eyes rolled closed, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Not while the tension in my body was ready to snap. I slipped my finger from my soaking wet pussy, easily gliding it over my clit, spreading my arousal.
“I can smell you. Your cunt. It’s euphoric.”
“You ready for me, Sienna? Ready to feel what it’s like being savagely fucked by a man?”
“My cock is impossibly hard for you, and it’s going to fucking destroy that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Noah,” I whimpered, my hips flexing and finger circling faster against my blossoming clit. God, I was so close. So fucking close.
“Once I put my cock inside you, you’re mine. Only mine.”
“Now bend the fuck over so I can wreck your pussy and cream your cunt.”
Pleasure erupted, and fucking stars exploded as I came. My legs trembled, and it took all my strength to keep standing and not fall into a giant puddle of pent-up lust. I rode it out, my finger keeping its rhythm against my clit until my body was sated, pleasure dissipating, leaving every muscle lax.
“Jesus Christ.” I breathed and fell on the bed, my body still hypersensitive from an orgasm I just gave myself, fantasizing about the handyman in our family cottage. What the fuck was that, though? It wasn’t the first time I took matters into my own hands—pun intended. Sex with Oakley was always so predictable. Sure, at the beginning it was great. He was the first guy I had sex with, so I was satisfied with it. But after a while I needed more. I needed different. I wanted to look at myself in the mirror and see the bruises on my hips and feel the ache between my legs—proof that I made him lose control. I even went so far as suggesting we experiment more, but his idea of experimenting was having me suck his dick while in different positions.
Ugh.
A noise outside drew my attention, and I sat down on the window seat, the soft padding of the couch dipping beneath my knees.
Noah carried some scrap and threw it on the back of his red Chevrolet truck. Even from my second-story window I could see the sheen of sweat on his shoulders.
I leaned onto my arms as I watched him. There was something about him—something mysterious, dark…dangerous—that piqued my curiosity. Besides the fact that he was hot as fuck—all strong and toned—there was something more that lured me in. Secrets. Mystery. Or maybe it was the memory of how his lips felt against mine. While we kissed, it didn’t feel like I was kissing a stranger. The way he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer, felt…natural, effortless as if he had done it a thousand times before and knew exactly how close my body needed to be to his. How my frame would fit perfectly against his.
I needed to know more. I had to get closer.
Noah got into his truck and started the engine, slowly driving off and out of the estate.
I sat up straight. This was my chance.
“Let’s find out who you really are, Noah Alexander.”