“I want to—”
“Oh, we know what you want to do,” Aidan replied, coming to sit by my side. “You want this, love?”
“You know the answer to that already,” I said softly, not liking the concern on his face.
“I do. Me and Pete, we’ve been feeling a pull towards pinning you down, but we weren’t sure if you were ready for it.”
“I guess I won’t know unless I try?”
But as he settled behind me, I knew how this was going to go. It might have seemed a strange thing to allow someone I loved to hold me down, trapping my arms and legs, especially after I’d suffered so much when Rick had pulled similar shit with me. But the act to me wasn’t a trigger now. Everyone had been oh so careful about boxing me in when I was still healing, but as I felt the vice like grip of Aidan’s hands on my arms, stretching me out for Noah, I realised something. There was the odd familiarity of being trapped, an old frenemy, but it was coupled with that which was new.
I was in the arms of one man who loved me and another who might come to. They wanted to destroy me with pleasure, not pain, and as I felt Noah’s sensitive fingers caressing my thighs, parting them for me, as he settled on the bed, I realised this was the moment I had become more than a survivor. Aidan smiled down at me when I whined at the first kiss placed on my inner thigh, stroking my hair back with one hand and gripping both my wrists with the other. I was strong. I was a mother, a lover, a friend, and as weird a realisation as it was to have when a strange man started licking your skin clean like a cat, I knew then I was a good person who hadn’t deserved any of what had happened to me.
It turned out overthinking can be useful at times. Noah spent more time labouring over my cunt than any other man I’d ever met. He teased me with kitten-like licks up one thigh, until my clit throbbed and my slick overflowed, then backed off to do the same to the other leg. I was emitting one long, low, keening sound by the time he finished and pulled back, forcing my eyes open. I looked at him through slits and saw that cocky smile on that almost pretty face, transforming him into something radiant. He hooked his thumbs under my knees, pushing them up to my chest, splitting me open to his gaze. And stare he did, like I was something magical he dare not drag his eyes away from.
He did finally, turning to me and saying, “You sure now, Flick? Like, I’ll stop if you want me to, but it's gonna be…it's gonna be hard.”
“I’m sure. Please, Noah. I need you.”
I was treated to an almost boyish grin before he settled down, face perilously close to where I needed him to be, my leg angling out to draw him closer.
“Grab her leg,” Sen said to Peter. “I’ll grab the other.”
The feel of them settling next to me and the pressure of their bodies anchored me, kept me grounded as Noah’s tongue flicked out.
Initially, he was gentle, just taking little sipping tastes of me, a low hum in his throat telling me what he thought about that. Then that cunning little tongue got quite a lot more adventurous, tunnelling down into my depths, it too slick, too mobile to give me the rougher pressure I needed, but that just made me ache all the more. He shifted, swiping up with long broad strokes of the flat, my legs twitching under their restraints as he grazed over my clit but otherwise avoided it.
“Noah…” I sighed, part plea, part acknowledgement of the world class head he was giving. Before coming to Sanctuary, there’d been a degree of fear when a guy went down on me. How long was he going to tolerate doing this? Was he any good? Would I get off? How did I ask him to move a little to the left or right and then flick…oh yes, just like that!
Instead, I was rocked on a dreamy sea of sweet, soft caresses that fell upon me like snowflakes, each sizzling on contact and dissipating, only to be replaced by another and another.
“Noah…Noah…”
My voice was ragged for calling his name, but on he went, until my voice cracked, until those mobile fingers teased my aching cunt, brushing way too briefly over my clit before thrusting in.
“Oh fuck!”
“You’re OK, love. You look like a fucking goddess,” Aidan soothed. “Make her come, Snow, as many times as you can. She looks ripe for it.”
“Forced orgasms? Fuck, yes,” he said. “I’m gonna press pretty firmly on your g-spot, so just tell me if it hurts.” He noted the tensing of my thighs. “But it shouldn’t. It should blow your fucking head off.” He waited for a nod before bending over me again, his tongue tracing the length of my clit hood as his fingers thrust in and out, slowly building up the pressure to the sounds of my moans.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’d had a few partners acquaint themselves with my g-spot over the years, but apparently, they knew nothing, Jon Snow. I felt the customary intense pleasure-slash-pressure, my clit almost blossoming in response to it, but his licks grew lighter, depriving me of the rapid flick I wanted. He chuckled at the sound of my growls and pushed harder.
“Oh fuck!”
It was hard to describe what happened. It was like everything just swelled up and burst somehow. That sounds really painful, but it was amazing. His licks grew firmer, his hums louder when he finally wrapped his lips around my clit, suckling on it as he continued to stroke. It was less ‘come-hither’ and more ‘you’re gonna come fucking hard, bitch.’
And I did.
My eyes flicked open, staring blindly at the ceiling as my cry sliced through the air. I sobbed openly, tears streaming down my face as it happened. My clit felt like it was being sandwiched between his fingers and his lips, massaged and stroked in ways it had never been before. Rather than the fast explosion of orgasm, it was so much slower. Heart breaking in intensity, it just kept spreading and spreading as my cunt fluttered erratically around his fingers, and then it peaked. I was completely and utterly awash with a pleasure so intense, it shut everything else down. It surged through me, rewriting me, transforming muscles and cells, soothing ragged nerves, bathing me in a golden bliss, that for a moment, turned the world white. Something flooded from me, licked away hungrily by Noah, despite the electric zaps that made my body jerk with every sweep.
“More?”
That one word took my brain an aeon to put together as his fingers trailed lightly over me. Then as it started to come online, one dropped lower to circle my anus, teasing the tight muscle there.
But that wasn’t what I needed right now. I couldn’t handle his dislocated love-making anymore. I wriggled out of everyone’s grip, reaching for Noah.