“You’re the one who seems to want relief.” My comment is met with the brush of his groin against my lower belly. Oh yeah, he’s hard. His cock is straining against the front of his pants and pressing against me with insistent demand. I wish he could see the arch of my brow as I look up at him.
Nolan’s hand cups my jaw and then smooths down to my neck. As he closes his fingers around my throat and drags my face closer, I release a breathy gasp.
“No bullshit,” he growls. “Answer me. Are you in or out?”
“For sex?” I hesitate a moment, but only because I worry this might be getting way too deep. The previous sexual encounters I’ve had with these men were all spur-of-the-moment. This… isn’t. Not really. He’s asking and I’m saying… “Yes,” I finally tell him. “I’m in.”
Fuck it all.
Nolan’s mouth slams down on mine in the next instant and his lips push mine apart as his tongue invades. He kisses me like I’m air and he’s a man drifting through space with no other way to breathe. I moan into him, my own hands coming up and gripping him tight around the waistband of his pants.
When the kiss drags on longer and longer, his head turning and tipping and I’m gasping for breath, I let my hands trail up farther. Over his chest and shoulders and then around his neck. I press myself fully against him, letting him feel the hard beads of my nipples against his pecs. My thighs clench and release as wetness seeps from my pussy.
My logical brain is screaming at me that this is such a bad idea and yet, I can’t find it in myself to give a shit. I need this. I need the release and maybe, so does he.
Yanking my head away, I drag in lungfuls of air. Black and white spots dance before me. I’m trembling so hard it takes me several moments to realize Nolan is already on the move. His hands are on my shirt, pulling it up and off and tossing it into the waiting darkness. Then he’s doing the same to himself and I feel hot, hard, male flesh against me.
My bra disappears with ease. Then, both of our pants and underwear are gone as well and we’re standing naked in Nolan’sroom, our breaths commingling in the cool air. Goosebumps rise along my arms.
I touch him, spreading my fingers out across the hard planes of his muscles and moving downward. The ridges of his abdomen ripple as he sucks in a breath. I glance up through my lashes, seeing nothing but the shadow of his head turning down to follow my movements.
Can he see me in the dark?I wonder. He seems like he might be able to, head tilted, eyes locked on where my hands drift lower and lower until I cup him in my palm.
“Shit.” The curse slips from between his teeth and I smile in response, holding him with more firmness. I grip him, circling the heavy width of him with my hand. It still shocks me a bit that I had this monstrous thing inside of me while Gio licked my clit.
“You and your friends didn’t strike me as bisexual,” I murmur as I stroke him once, from base to tip.
“We’re… not…” He doesn’t stop me, but his words are jagged and uneven. “We just don’t give a fuck what we have to do to get what we want.”
“And what do you want now, big man?” I ask, stroking him some more.
Wetness oozes from the tip of his cock and I pause there for a moment, circling the slit of his head with the pad of my thumb. He cants his hips forward, almost like he’s unable to help himself, like he wants to fuck my hand. I lick my lips.
“I want you to get on your knees and suck me, Princess.” Nolan’s response is everything I wanted it to be. His hands drift up and cup the back of my neck for a moment before he gathers my hair and clutches it in one fist. “I want to feel what you did for Gio in those woods—I want you to swallow me down.”
“You mean what youforcedme to do?” This time, I don’t care if he can see my glare. I’m sure he can feel it.
Nolan clicks his tongue. “Please, Princess.” He snorts. “We both know if you really didn’t want it, you would’ve bitten his dick off. Why do you think I let him go first?”
“You are such an?—”
“Asshole,” he says. “I know. Now, are you going to get on your knees for me or not?”
I release his cock. “Maybe I shouldn’t,” I challenge him. “Maybe I should let you suffer.”
Nolan groans. “I can’t tell if you want me to shove you down and face-fuck you because you’re scared to ask for what you want or if you’re really not into this.”
Am I scared?His words make me question myself. The idea of getting on my knees for Nolan, of taking his cock between my lips and sucking him until he goes wild and crazy and falls apart under my lips and tongue and touch is appealing. There’s no denying that. It’s a powerful feeling of a man being dependent on you for his pleasure. I’ve been taught that it’s wrong for girls to want the same, though, for so long that I almost feel like I have to feel somewhat pressured to do it. I want it, but…
“You’ll stop if I tell you to?” I ask.
Nolan goes still and his hand tightens on my hair. “Yes.” His answer is one word, one syllable, and it’s as serious as a heart attack. “This is all play for me, Princess. I like the feel of holding you down, of fucking you as you struggle and come apart under me, but I won’t hurt you—I’ll never hurt you.” He leans forward and the light hits him just enough for me to see the smile on his features. “Not unless you beg me to.”
My heart gallops in my chest, pounding against my rib cage. A moment of silence passes between us and then, slowly, I lower myself down and he backs up. My knees touch on the floor and Nolan’s hand remains wrapped up in my hair as he lifts and holds it out of the way.
The heat of his skin is right in front of me. I reach up and cup him again, gripping him at the base of his still hard cock. The length of him throbs against my palm. “Fuck…” His head falls back on his shoulders. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
I blow a stream of air over the head of him as I stroke him up and down. Seconds pass as I get back into the same rhythm as earlier. When his head lifts up once again and I can feel the burn of his stare on my face, I lean forward and lick the tip of him. Salt explodes on my tongue and he groans.
