Fuck yes.
I put my hands on his head, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling in rhythm with his tongue lashing against my clit. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I toss my head back, panting.
He slides his hands under my ass and lifts my hips, and holy shit that feels amazing. I let out a slow breath, wanting this to last. I could come right now but don’t want it to end.
Fuck it. I can come again. And again.
I always do with Noah.
Desire ripples through me and I moan, the orgasm taking over. Noah presses his face harder against me and I squirm, so overcome with pleasure I think I might pass out.
Then I come for the second time.
He moves his head away and yanks me forward, rising up onto his knees. He keeps one hand on me, and grabs his cock with the other, guiding it into me.
He enters with no hesitation. I’m wet and ready for him, but it still catches me off-guard and I cry out, reaching for him, wanting to feel his skin against mine, to wrap my arms around him, and hold him close.
The angle he’s fucking me is new, and it’s hitting me in a way I’ve never experienced. It’s almost too much.
Black dots float in my vision, and my ears are still ringing. Noah quickens his thrusts, pushing in harder and harder. My breasts bounce each time he rams into me, hurting so good.
“Nooo … Noah,” I pant, slitting my eyes open to look at him.
He slows his movements and leans forward. In a graceful sweep, he picks me up so we both lay on the couch. I wrap my legs around him and he kisses me. I run my hands through his hair, just as he puts his mouth on my neck again. Yes, he most definitely knows that’s my weak spot.
I come for the third time, body going rigid and nails digging into his skin. His breath comes out in ragged huffs and I know he’s holding out on his own orgasm, not wanting to stop fucking me yet.
I rake my nails up his back and he shudders, letting out a guttural moan. I love a man who isn’t afraid to make noise in bed. There’s something so hot about the animalistic sounds coming from sex. You can’t hold back, can’t keep quiet if you want to. It takes over in all aspects until you’re screaming so loud it wakes the neighbors.
I run my nails over him again, pressing hard enough to leave red lines over his tattoos. His breathing gets heavier and heavier. I move my hands to his face, feeling his rough beard under the palm of my hands.
“Lauren,” he grunts, putting his lips against mine. He pushes deep inside and lowers himself, letting out another moan as he comes. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.
He holds himself in me, cock pulsing, then slowly pulls back.
“Told you I was getting some,” he says, voice breathy. He flashes that famous grin, and I want to fuck him all over again.
“I never said no.”
“Just admit you can’t resist this.” He sits up and motions to his body.
I laugh. “You know I can’t. The second your shirt comes off, I’m a goner. Really, the power you hold over me isn’t fair.”
“Don’t overdo it now,” he teases. “I want to believe you.”
“I think coming three times in ten minutes is evidence enough.”
He grins again. “Yep. I’m good.”
Chapter 16
NOAH
IDON’T WANT to be the man Lauren expects. I want to be the man she deserves.
I’m on my way back from the studio, and I’m still feeling guilty about making her come and get me from The Roadhouse the other night. Though I was only half awake when she left this morning, I could see the dark circles under her eyes. She didn’t say anything, not one complaint, as she quietly moved about the house so she wouldn’t wake me.
I’m stepping it up. I’m not going to disappoint her again. And it’s surprising how much disappointing her disappoints me. I can do better. I know I can.