“Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Keep touching yourself, slut.”
Nicole’s head was thrumming. She rubbed her clit, feeling him at both ends. Her moan came out as a pathetic gargle.
“That’s it,” Noah crooned. “Come like the filth you are.”
And she did. As he said those horrible things, her fingers pressed hard on her clit and she throbbed, vibrating with pleasure that went up and up and out.
“Nghhhh,” she moaned around his fingers. “Plggghs?”
She was begging, though for what, she didn’t know. Her orgasm was throbbing in bright white rings, but she needed something else. Something more.
“Easy.” Noah’s hard belly lifted off her as he knelt upright. His hands closed around her hips and he fucked into her, so hard it was like he was trying to ruin her. He was silent, his breathing in slow bursts. He muttered something she couldn’t hear.
“Wh-what?” she asked as he drove deep inside her. But he only groaned, he was lost in his own world now and she had the sense she was outside him. Experiencing, not participating. She closed her eyes, wanting to stay in the moment, to not take his distraction so personally.
Noah bucked, once, twice and then he held himself inside her. He made a low, guttural sound as though he was furious. “Jesus Christ.”
Nicole rubbed her face into his sheets, a little stunned it was all over. He was still stuck inside her. Should she say something? Aaron used to just pull out and head for the bathroom. This was uncharted territory.
“You okay?” Noah’s voice was different, deeper, lazier. He sounded like a ten-day pleasure cruise.
She smiled. “Yes, are you?”
“Great.” He patted her ass and withdrew. She collapsed onto the mattress, and heard him get heavily to his feet. It was over, they were done.
“You want water?” he called.
“No thank you.”
Noah padded to the door, opened it and left without another word.
Nicole wrapped her arms around herself, hating the fact she wished he’d held her. She’d just had filthy, horrible, wonderful sex. Why did it have to mean more than that? Why couldn’t it just be what it was?
She lay there listening, wondering what he was doing. Peeing? Ditching the condom? She sat up, wondering if she should try to find the light and get dressed or stay and make small talk. God, this was all so awkward, how did her sisters do this? How did anyone do this?
Her mind slid to Aaron, how he’d feel if he knew what she’d done. He’ddespiseher. She could almost see his brow furrowing in disgust.‘Is that what it takes? A bikie choking you while he calls you every name under the sun?’
She felt a shallow pang of shame, but it was swallowed up by a wave of vindication.
Screw you, Aaron, she thought giddily.It was good. I came. And I am sexy.
Noah’s bedroom door banged open. Nicole pulled her hands from her eyes and saw her new lover in black briefs. Silhouetted by the light of the doorway, he looked superhero-eqsue.
“You good?” he asked, holding out a glass of water.
“Yes,” she said, accepting the glass. The cold water unstuck her throat and she felt a little less rattled, though she wished she was wearing more clothes. “Thanks.”
Noah sat beside her, flicking on a beside lamp. Nicole blinked and turned to look at Noah. When she saw him, she did a double take. She’d felt his whole body—its warmth, its hardness, its heft, but she hadn’t seen his bare skin beyond his arms. It was a little overwhelming. He was covered in bright, gorgeous tattoos and he was cut. That was the only word she could think of. His body was all heavy muscle and bone. He looked like the cover of a men’s health magazine.
“Something wrong?” Noah asked, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Do you work out?”
He grinned. “Yeah.”
“At the gym?”
He shook his head. “I do weights here. And I run.”