Page 25 of Be Mine
Grabbing hold of my jaw, he twists my face at an awkward angle so his lips can claim mine in a kiss. It’s all tongue since he’s behind me, but it sends a shiver rolling down my spine regardless. He suckles on my bottom lip until I’m sure blood has pooled to the surface. He nips with his teeth, feasting on me like the predator I predicted him to be.
Leaning back on his heels, he cracks my ass with his palm, causing my body to jerk forward. I whine, a sting blossoming where his handprint lies.
“Don’t move an inch, or that smack will feel like child’s play.”
Fuck.
He rises from behind me, padding down the hall and into his bedroom. Every second that passes causes an uptick in my heart rate until it’s beating so fast I’m sure you can see the vibrations in my chest.
Is this it? He’s taken what he’s wanted from me, and now I’ll meet my fate the way Myles and Emmett have?
It feels like an eternity passes before he returns, and I swallow audibly when I see he’s carrying a small, black gym bag with him.
“What…what are you going to do?” All the post-coital bliss? Out the window, replaced with bone-chilling dread.
He sees the terror across my face, the way my body is quivering. Dropping the bag to the floor, he tips my chin up to him. “What did I tell you before?”
He told me not to move. I’ve been bent over the back of this couch like a submissive pet, not daring to even bend my knees too much.
“I…”
“Itoldyou I would never hurt you in ways you wouldn’t want.” It feels like he’s scolding me for doubting him. “I’m not a liar, Frankie,” he says, his thumb pulling down on my bottom lip.
I peer up at him, trying to discern his mood, where this is going, but he gives nothing away.
“Are we clear?”
“Yes, we’re clear.”
“Good, hold your wrists out to me.”
What?
He reaches into his bag, pulling out a pair of zip ties, fastening them tightly around my hands so they’re bound in front of me.
“What we just did was merely an appetizer. It’s time for the main course,” he states, walking around the couch so he’s behind me again. I thought my heart was erratic before, but now it’s reached a fever pitch. It roars so loudly I can feel my pulse throb in my temple, in my ears.
He's crouching low, tying my ankles together, too, so I’m completely at his mercy. I screech when he flips me, and my back meets the cushions of the couch. There’s a steady stream of panic and low-tempered desire flowing through my veins, watching him look down at me, at his handiwork. One chaste kiss to my lips and my knees are met with my chest, my legs high in the air, open and exposed to him.
“Keep your hands above your head,” he warns. Noah’s eyes immediately trail down my body, his gaze fixed between my legs. He brushes me softly with his knuckles, causing me to shudder because I’m still so sensitive. Quirking his lips, hedescends, groaning instantly when his lips and tongue come in contact with my most intimate parts.
“Jesus, Frankie. You have the sweetest pussy,” he moans as he laps and sucks. His tongue finds my hole and plunders it, coaxing every bit of moisture out of me before sucking hard. He rises above me like he’s going to mount me, but instead, his hand braces my cheeks, pinching them harshly.
“Open your mouth, tongue out. I want you to taste how good we are together.”
Holy hell.
My lips part, my tongue flattens just as spit drops from his, and I taste our combined release.
He moves down my body again, one hand on my thigh to keep my knees pressed firmly against my chest and he resumes eating, leaving no part of my flesh unexplored. His fingers dip inside me, twisting, finding that magical spot that makes fireworks burst behind my eyes. But then he’s retreating and the same finger, now coated in our come, is pressing on my back entrance. I lift my head, his blue eyes nearly blotted out by the obsidian of his pupils. But they remain fixed on my face, absorbing every single micro-reaction I have to the sweet torment he’s inflicting.
I watch his tongue flutter over my clit. Watch his lips latch, and pull, and pulse on the sensitive nub. All the while he maintains pressure at my back hole, slowly easing the tip of his finger in.
I writhe and moan, the pleasure all-consuming. And when his fingers breach the tight rim, I shatter before him, coming beneath his expert mouth, and tongue and fingers.
I don’t have time to catch my breath before Noah rises, reaching down to retrieve something else. I want to protest, but my voice is like gravel.
He pulls a toy from his bag and my eyes widen in shock.
