A Million Guilty Pleasures (Million Dollar Duet 2) - Page 44/60

“You.” I turned in his arms. “I want to taste you.”

Noah groaned when I got on all fours between his legs and eyed him suggestively while licking my lips. The bathwater rocked with my movements, sloshing against the muscular plains of his abdomen. “Far be it from me to deny you anything you want.”

He used the brute strength of his arms to lift himself until he was sitting on the ledge. Water cascaded down his body as he took his dick in one hand and began to stroke it teasingly. Another long arm stretched toward me in invitation. “Come, Lanie, suck my cock.”

His words reminded me of my very first night there, the night he’d sat on his couch completely naked while smoking a cigarette. The skin on my arms pebbled from the memory and a pathetic, wanton mewl escaped my lips as I inched closer to him. When I was within reach, he buried his hand in the hair at the back of my head and guided me to the colossal appendage he had so graciously aimed toward my mouth.

Noah’s hand squeezed the base of his cock and a sexy groan escaped his throat when I took him into my mouth. I circled his tip with my tongue before engulfing as much of his length as I could fit into my eager cavern. My lips stretched around him when he brought my head closer. His hand fisted my hair and he lightly pulled me back and forth, back and forth. When he propped his foot up on the side of the tub and leaned back against the wall to watch me suck him, I suddenly turned into quite the exhibitionist.

I released him momentarily and dipped my head between his legs. Keeping my eyes on his face, I licked his balls, taking them into my mouth one at a time to gently suckle him.

“Goddamnit,” he moaned, and then his mouth dropped open and his chest began to rise and fall more rapidly.

My tongue made a path from the nook of his balls over his fingers and up his long shaft. Noah pushed my head down on him more forcefully and I could feel the crown of his cock at the back of my throat. My teeth lightly scraped against his smooth skin as he pulled me back and then pushed me forward again. His eyes were trained on my lips and I began to bob my head, sucking him deep. I swallowed and relaxed my throat to take more of him, moaning around the thickness in my mouth like it was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. Because it was.

“Fuck.” His voice was almost a whisper—a rough, barely controlled whisper. “You have no idea how good you look sucking my cock. Harder, kitten. Suck me harder.”

I sucked so hard my cheeks hollowed out. So hard you couldn’t have convinced me his cock wouldn’t be one giant hickey by the time I was done. Noah groaned and the muscles in his arms, chest, and abdomen clenched. Faster, harder, deeper I took him while he watched with rapt fascination.

I could’ve died a happy woman with his cock in my mouth. Death by cockstrangulation.

He moaned my name and then his face twisted up. “Stop, woman. Stop.”

I kept going.

“No … fuck …” He growled and cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to release his cock. “I want to be inside you when I come.” He was breathless, the veins in his neck taut and his eyes dilated, hungry, commanding. “Turn around and hold on to the ledge.”

I mentally joined the Cooch in a cheer on the sidelines when we found out she was getting called in on the play.

I turned and spread my legs so he could fit between them comfortably, and I might have thrown in a back arch for good measure. When I felt his breath on the back of my neck, his chest pressed against my back, and his cock at my entrance, I nearly orgasmed on the spot.

His mouth was at my ear and I felt the tip of his cock slip between my folds, teasing me, never filling me with what I so desperately needed. I shifted my hips, trying to align my opening with his dick, but he pulled back, causing me to whimper at the loss of contact.

His breath caressed the shell of my ear with a voice that was deep and menacing, but I couldn’t fear him. “Which entrance should I use, Lanie? This one?” he asked, moving the head of his cock over my opening. “Or this one?” He slid the tip over my asshole and applied a slight pressure.

“Whichever one you want. Just like you won’t deny me, I won’t deny you.” My last experience with the backdoor entrance had been uncomfortable, even painful at first, but I still wanted to try it again. And I had indeed said I wanted to do something for him, so if he wanted to fuck my ass, then I was going to let him.

Noah chuckled in my ear, and even though I couldn’t see his smirk, I knew it was there. “Is that so? So brave, Lanie. So giving. I love how willing your body is, how shamelessly you react to my touch. I can’t wait to get my cock in your delectable little ass again, and I will. But this time, I think I’ll go … here.”

The thick head of his cock pushed into my pussy, stretching and filling me as he sheathed himself completely. I moaned and arched my back so I could rest my head on his shoulder. He cupped my breast in one hand while his other flattened on my stomach. Then he pushed on my abdomen, forcing me to bend ever so slightly, but changing the angle significantly enough that it caused me to gasp.

“Easy, kitten,” he breathed into my ear. “Goddamn, you feel so good.”

“You don’t feel so bad yourself,” I managed.

Noah moved inside me again, slowly rocking in and out while he lavished the back of my neck with openmouthed kisses. My head lolled to the side when the hand on my stomach moved further down and his fingertip began to massage my clit. I moaned again because it felt so incredible, and he pressed his chest even closer to my back.

I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to bend back over, so I did, holding on to the ledge so that he could have his wicked way with me.

And have his wicked way with me he did.

His lips moved over my bare shoulders sending a tingling feeling dancing across my skin. Removing the hand from my breast, he laced his fingers through mine at the ledge of the bathtub, the slight weight of his body on mine engulfing me so perfectly. The other hand moved back to my abdomen and held me there as he thrust in and out with greater purpose. His mouth was at my ear and I could hear every little grunt, feel every exhale of hot breath against my skin with each surge forward.

“I need to be deeper in you, Lanie. Deeper than I’ve ever gone before,” he mumbled into my neck.

His hand slid down my body until he reached the inside of my left thigh. He pushed against it, urging me to lift my knee until it was perched on the side of the tub. Then he straightened and slowly thrust inside me.

“Ooh …,” I moaned at the sensation.