“See what you can do with that,” he said and kept right on fucking her tits.
Nicole was furious, but doing or saying something required concentration she didn’t have. Her cunt was throbbing and her underwear was like a harness, holding her in place, stimulating her overstimulated body.
Noah spat again. This time wetness splashed onto her nipple, slicking her right breast. Noah spread it across her. She imagined him finishing on her, on her nipples and face. He could do it if he wanted, come on her, and if he did…
Noah gripped her hair. “Suck my cock, Nikki.”
Filthy, she thought.So, so filthy.
But she licked, and though she wasn’t one of those girls who could get off with Kegel exercises or tight jeans, she could hear herself crying out as she rubbed hard against her panties. She sounded crazed, desperate, the kind of girl who ruined pornography because she was just too loud. Too eager. She was going to come, she realised with giddy exhilaration. She was that girl.
Nicole turned her head away to avoid sucking Noah. He gripped her cheek, shoving her back into line, but she shook her head. “Can you go faster? Like, use me?”
He could have laughed at her total hypocrisy, instead he urged her mouth back onto his cock. “You do this, I’ll do the rest.”
She sucked him fast and eager as he pulled hard at her nipples. Her orgasm was crushing her insides, making wetness flow through her. Noah’s body kept her pinned to the mattress and she kicked her legs, arching uselessly against him.
“That’s it,” she heard him say. “That’s it, you filthy girl, come.”
And she did, she arched back and let the rough rub of her underwear guide her to orgasm. It was more relief than pleasure to feel the gold pulsing through her. She closed her eyes and sighed, twitching a little with aftershocks.
Noah climbed off and she breathed deep into her chest, happy as a kitten in the sun. “I just came.”
“Glad to hear it.” His response was so casual, mortification curled icy tendrils through her middle. He hadn’t even finished and here she was, practically falling asleep.
She opened her eyes. “I’m so sorry, can I do something for you?”
“You just did. Don’t apologise.”
“What should we do now?”
He grabbed her waist, turning her onto her belly. “This.”
“What’s this?” Nicole asked, wanting to be helpful.
“Just go where I put you.”
He hauled her onto all fours, pulling her knees back and pushing her forearms down. Nicole felt like an opposable joints Karate Barbie, being moved into different fighting poses. Noah pulled her underwear down and she felt her labia part. Embarrassed, she tried to cover her wetness, but he slapped her ass. “Don’t move.”
He got off the bed and she heard a drawer open, a crinkly packet torn open. It was about to happen. Her heart contracted. Noah would be her fourth. A square, tabletop number. The bed heaved under Noah’s weight. God, they were about to have sex. What if his penis didn’t fit? It had felt massive between her boobs and Aaron always said she was small. What if it hurt? Noah ran a hand over her back and she almost jumped a mile. “Sorry!”
“It’s okay, just take it easy. Breathe.”
She breathed, feeling tight and inflexible.
“Arch your back.”
She did and he brushed a thumb down her crack, and she started. All the heat she’d felt before had vanished, her stupid anti-eroticism had struck again.
Don’t worry about it, an unfriendly Sam said.Just get it over with.
Yeah, and put your hand back when he’s going inside you, whispered paranoid Tabby. Make sure the condom’s still on.
Noah stiffened behind her. Could he tell she no longer wanted it? How? She hadn’t done anything. Before she could tell him to keep going, he shifted to the side, lying beside her. He wrapped his fist around his cock, a shadowy tower. “Climb on.”
“Ex…cuse me?”
“Get up here and ride. It’s not rocket science.”