While everyone turned their attention to the deceased, he’d continue on the next stage in his plan. His first girlfriend had been a true disappointment. But this new one, the nurse, might fare better if she learned how to use her mouth. Parts of him rose in anticipation of teaching her, and then of finally getting Cecilia, his prize, and he had to force himself to adhere to his carefully woven strategy. Smaller steps would take him closer to his goal. To move too fast might lose him any opportunity to achieve fulfillment, and that he couldn’t stomach.
She belonged to him and him alone; he’d bide his time.
He’d never been closer to the end-state than he was recently. After too many years to count, he could see the finish line so close. He could almost reach out and touch it.
And touch her, finally. His Cecilia. His Lara. One and the same.
He erased the foolish grin curling his mouth and finished what he’d come for. The search turned up nothing more interesting than the man’s shoe size. A big man with a steely gaze and a firm grip on what it took to hunt. He’d seen it when he’d looked into Noah First’s eyes. A minor obstacle, nonetheless.
Figuring and readjusting his plan, he decided to get rid of the man sooner than he’d intended. If Lara was lucky, she’d have a new best friend to comfort her through her loss. Time enough for his future bride to learn what he liked and didn’t like, and to ready herself for their honeymoon.
Pleased with his reasoning, he drew out a small box and opened the lid.
Chapter Five
She lay naked on her bed, her wrists and ankles splayed and tied to the bedposts. Noah still wore his underwear, but the small bit of clothing only made him look that much more impressive.
“Noah, what—”
“Quiet.”
It was that voice, the commanding, sexy, deep tone of a man in charge, that had her wet and staying that way. Despite her orgasm, her entire body revved for more. She’d once had a lover try the dominant role, but he’d been ill-suited for it and killed the mood between them. Noah was the real deal. He turned her inside out. For the first time in forever, nothing but a man filled her world. No voices, no worries, no demands that she be anything but herself. Right now, with him, she could submit and wait for orders. Noah knew exactly how to handle her. She shivered, wanting to feel him inside her, flesh to flesh.
“You okay?”
She would be, once he lost the underwear and showed her that thick cock again. She needed to make every moment with him last. “When are you going to get naked too?”
He smiled, but the expression didn’t relieve her. The rational part of her mind told her to be wary, but instinct commanded her to wait, to trust. That if she gave in to his demands, she’d find more than sexual fulfillment—something deeper, something more.
Filled with menace, Noah’s smile threatened as much as it aroused. “When I feel like taking my briefs off, I will. I thought I’d made it clear that I’m in charge.”
Her heart raced. Would he punish her? Oh God, would he?
“Naughty girl.” As if reading her mind, he leaned closer to her breasts and closed his mouth over one nipple. And bit.
She would have yelled out, but he muffled her with his hand. He treated her other nipple to a bite, then sucked the sting away. The sweet contrast set her entire body aflame.
The hot suction of his mouth pulled at her womb. Sensations streaked from her breast to the rest of her body, need and anticipation coiled to take flight without much more provocation.
“That’s it. Beautiful. It doesn’t hurt, does it, baby?”
She loved him calling her that. Baby. His to cherish, to protect. A girly nickname that made her feel feminine and sexy surrounded by his much larger, imposing frame.
“No. Feels so good.” She arched up into his mouth.
Noah left her breast and kissed his way back to her other nipple, licking a trail of heat in his wake. He tongued her areola and sucked the taut bud between his lips, worrying the flesh with a gentler bite that made her clit throb.
She couldn’t help pleading with him for more. To her surprise, he gave it to her.
Noah straddled her neck and leaned closer, shoving his cotton-covered cock and balls into her face. “Suck me through the material. Get it nice and wet. Let me feel your mouth.”
She traced his size with her tongue and sucked his balls, wanting to feel him and not his clothing. Nuzzling his sac, she urged a groan out of him and continued to kiss and caress him until she felt him humping her face.
“Lick it.” He leaned back to better angle his groin toward her and exposed his flushed cockhead, his slit beaded with moisture. “I want to watch you tongue me.”
The little bits he uncovered were mouthwateringly close, and Lara leaned up to suck his crown, laving the spot under his head with her tongue.
He cradled her head and sighed her name, moving in a rhythm signaling his desire. “So good, baby. Your mouth is so hot.” He pushed down his underwear, freeing more of his cock. “Take me inside. Fuck, yeah.”
He pushed more of himself between her lips, and she gladly took him. Her pussy, slick with her body’s reaction to Noah, felt empty. Tied up, ordered to pleasure her man, Lara was beside herself in a fantasy made real.
Every time Noah thrust into her mouth—his pushes getting faster, deeper—she felt like a real woman. She made him hard; she aroused him. And all because she’d done what he ordered.
“Not yet, not yet,” Noah whispered and suddenly pulled away.
Before she could protest, he scooted down her body and settled between her legs. He latched on to her clit and sucked her into a near orgasm. Then he worked her with his tongue, licking and stroking until she grew mindless with desire.
She couldn’t handle so much stimulation. She needed to feel him inside her when she came. “Noah, please. In me.”
He groaned and lost his underwear. Then he shifted around and positioned his now naked cock at her mouth. So thick and hard, his shaft kissed his belly as his plump balls hung low. She sucked on his sac, loving him with her tongue, and felt his entire body jolt.
“Oh fuck.” He sucked her clit once more and inserted a finger, then two, into her pussy. He thrust them in and out as he sucked, and he spurred her to take more. “Now suck my cock. Suck the cum right out of it.” His rough voice and jerky motions enthralled her as he positioned his cock between her lips and surged.
She gagged once, and he eased up, but he didn’t stop fucking her mouth.
The closer she drew toward orgasm, the harder she sucked. Their race to the finish grew frenzied. Touches and moans, kisses and sighs. And then Lara couldn’t think as she came hard around his fingers and swallowed his answering rush of seed.
The salty essence gave her a heady sense of power. Knowing she’d pleased him, that she’d brought him to bliss, enhanced her own pleasure. Especially when he pulled out of her and turned around to hug her, showering her with praise.
“Damn, Lara. That was perfect. Those lips were made for sucking cock.” He planted kisses along her cheeks, her eyelashes, her nose. “My cock.”
The connection between them overwhelmed her. Noah was no stranger when they touched, when they kissed. A part of her, and not just physically, but in that mystical part of her where she heard voices, she could hear a whisper of truth. One she wasn’t ready to hear. Half of Lara wanted to respond to his claim. I’m all yours. Only yours. But she didn’t want to let something said in the heat of passion turn to regret later on. Instead she reveled in his possessiveness and nodded.