“Fuck all, Hope, you’re a sub.”
She’d rather suspected it. When Jen Talbot talked about some of the things Stef did to her, it always made Hope restless. Jen would talk to Rachel and Callie, making them laugh, but it seemed serious to Hope. Discipline didn’t seem like a thing to joke about. It seemed like a way to get what she needed.
“I can smell what this is doing to you. It’s so fucking hot.” His hands ran down her legs and up her skirt, skimming along her skin until he got to her panties. “But these have to go. You’re not to wear them. I don’t like them. Do you understand me?”
Noah didn’t like panties. She could do that. “Commando it is then.” She remembered what Jen had said some subs liked to call their dominant lovers. “Sir.”
Noah groaned. “You have no idea what that does to me.”
He dragged her cotton whites off her hips and down her legs. When he’d pulled them free, he put them right to his nose and breathed deep. “You smell so good.”
She knew she should think a man smelling her panties was a bad thing, but it really turned her on. The idea of Noah putting his nose to her pussy was even better.
He shoved the white bikinis into his pocket and went right back to her nipples, lashing them with his tongue and teeth as his fingers teased their way back up her thighs.
“You spread your legs for me,” he ordered, lips moving against the flesh of her breast.
She widened her stance, leaning against the wall for support.
“That’s what I want.” Noah’s fingertips brushed her pussy.
Hope dragged oxygen in as he opened her labia and pressed a single digit to her opening. She could feel the muscles of her pussy quivering in anticipation. She hadn’t even used a vibrator in years. She hadn’t had a man touch her in more than eighteen months, but she already knew this experience would be utterly different. She wouldn’t have alcohol to dull her. She was only drunk on the experience of having Noah dominate her.
But she could easily become addicted.
“You’re tight, darlin’. So tight. You’re going to squeeze the hell out of my cock.” He turned his face toward her. He was a work of art with a square jaw and a perfectly masculine brow. He could be on the cover of a magazine, but he was talking about fucking her. He was talking about shoving his cock inside and riding. “It’s going to be good between us, Hope. I’m going to make it good.”
It sounded like a vow.
Noah’s thumb brushed her clit, and Hope had to bite her lip to keep from begging.
“You like that. Tell me what you like, Hope. Tell me what you want. I need to hear it.”
He growled the words at her, his finger working its way deep in her cunt. She tightened her muscles around it, trying to keep him inside, but he fucked in and out with that one finger.
“I want you, Noah.” She’d wanted him from practically the moment she’d seen him, the attraction instant. It had only grown as she had heard his story and gotten to know the man. She really liked him. She liked how kind he was to his dog and how much he wanted to make things right with his brother and the town. He wasn’t sure how to do it, but she rather liked that, too. He needed her, and that felt heavenly.
“What part of me do you want?” His finger pressed up and pulled back, his thumb barely caressing her clit. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Something was building, something lovely and amazing and elusive with just that one finger inside her. More. She needed more.
“I want your cock, Sir.” She wanted him filling her up. She was so empty with only that little finger inside her. She needed more.
“You want cock? I can give it to you.” He stood up abruptly.
“I want your cock.” He needed to understand that. She only wanted his cock and James’s. She wanted James. God, what would James think? She forced that thought from her mind because Noah looked down at her with wonder on his face.
“You won’t regret it, darlin’. You won’t fucking regret it.” He kissed her again though he’d lost some measure of his control. It didn’t matter. She was out of control, too. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t thinking about anything but where this feeling went. She had to know. She’d been frustrated for years seeking this magical connection, and it was close. So fucking close.
Noah pressed her against the wall. He ground his cock against her pussy. He felt so big, so hard. He rubbed against her, and she felt the first stirrings of something amazing. She nearly screamed in frustration, but she was far too busy watching as Noah opened the fly of his jeans. He shoved the denims down, fishing his wallet out of his pocket. He tossed the wallet aside but came up with a condom.
“What can I say? I’m optimistic. No, I’m really not, but you seem to bring out the best in me.” He shoved down his boxers, and his cock bounced free.
Big, with a bulbous head, Noah’s cock was gorgeous. Perfectly formed and thick, there was a small drop of pre-cum on the head. She wanted to suck it off, but Noah tore open the condom and started to roll it over his cock. She couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter. It was all deliciously out of control, and she liked it that way. Noah pulled at her skirt, and she found herself pinned to the wall.
“You hold on to me.” Noah reached between them and fitted the head of that glorious cock to her pussy. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did as he asked, leaving the safety of balancing herself and relying on Noah. She was caught between Noah’s hard body and the wall as he started to thrust up.
“That’s what I want, darlin’. Wrap yourself around me. You feel so tight, so fucking good.”
He felt good. His cock stretched her, inching in as Noah pressed up. The stretch burned, but it was so, so good. It was connection and need. It was everything she’d been missing. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life. Noah took his time. His hands were firmly on her ass, guiding his cock in a controlled fashion. She could see the way he gritted his teeth as he took care of her.
But she wanted that burn. She wanted that bite of pain. “Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me hard.”
“Your wish,” Noah growled. He pulled down on her hips and shoved his cock up.
She whimpered at the hard stretch that took over her pussy. It burned as Noah’s cock filled her, pushing in all the way until she could feel his balls against the cheeks of her ass. Noah groaned as he leaned in and kissed her.
“It feels so good,” Hope whispered against his lips. She moved her hands back to his hair. “Fuck me, Sir.”
“I’m going to spank your ass red for topping from the bottom. And don’t think I won’t find out what’s going on, but for now, you win.” He pulled out almost to the tip and then fucked in again.
Hope tightened her arms around him. She was a mess. Her shirt was hanging off her arms. Her panties were in the pocket of Noah’s jeans. Her skirt was jacked up around her waist. She was sure she had mascara running down her face, and her hair was crazy. And none of it mattered because Noah was fucking her. He ground his pelvis against hers and shoved his cock deep inside. Over and over he fucked into her, bringing her closer to the edge. He pressed up as he ground on her clit, and Hope slipped over. The orgasm was a little earthquake that started in her pussy and ricocheted outward, lighting up every inch of her skin from the inside out.
He pumped into her, his beautiful face tight with desire. His teeth were clenched as he raised her up with his arms and then let her fall back, impaled on the hot length of his dick. He hit a magic place inside her, and she screamed, the orgasm doubling.
Noah groaned as he held on to her hips and ground himself against her. He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder as he forced every ounce of cum out.