Beautiful Storm (7 page)

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” His expression softens as he trails a thoughtful finger along my collarbone, but the heat in his eyes remains. “The only thing I can give you is in my jeans. I can be your dirty secret. I can be yours for tonight. But that’s all I’ll be. No hearts. No flowers.”

“Are you sure you want to do this? You seem to be trying really hard to convince me to leave.”

Something passes over his expression and I can’t place it.

“I promise you, there’s nothing more I want to do. I want to hear your soft whimpers as I fill you. I want to have your taste on my lips. I want to fill every part of you with every inch of me. I want you to wake up in the morning and have every muscle ache.” His length grows ridged against my hip. “I want you to remember for the rest of your life what it feels like to have me fuck you. So yeah, I’m sure of what I want… Are you?”

I’m speechless. Breathless. “Yes.”

No.

He rests his hands on my hips. “You’re still lying.” His fingers gently massage my waist then he skims both my sides, before grazing his thumbs over my nipples. The light contact sends ripples down to my already soaked centre. He leans into my ear again. “But you want me to touch you. Even though you know it’s wrong. Tell me the truth, angel.”

If he wants the truth, I can give him some form of it. “I want to escape.”

He pulls back and examines me before closing in on me again. “That I can work with.” The warm whisper against my neck heightens my arousal.

H
E MOVES AWAY
a fraction, then keeping his gaze locked on mine, closes the last remaining space between us. My eyelids flutter closed at the brush of his lips. At first he’s gentle, soft, teasing, like in the club. Then he increases the heat, demanding more. I surrender under him, allowing him access. My hands find his shoulders, kneading into them, and then I trace his corded muscles down to his forearms.

His powerful hands skim my sides down to my thighs, and heat surges from my pores where his fingertips meet my bare skin. He touches me like he owns me. When his hands glide a trail upward, the hem of my dress catches on his fingers. He teases the hem up and over his hands but doesn’t move any further. Breaking our kiss, he pulls his face away from mine. It’s like he knows I’m finding it hard to breathe. I stare back at him as I let out a few panted breaths.

His broad chest surges and subsides, and I miss it pressed against me. “You sure you want to do this? Because if this dress goes any higher it’ll fucking kill me to stop.”

I purposely move my hands from his arms, trace across his hard chest and down his sculpted abs, stopping short of the tip of the impressive bulge in his jeans. With a single nail, I graze over the rounded head pushing against the denim. I find the sharp intake of breath he takes strangely satisfying. He unravels me. Yet at the same time he makes me feel like I’m the one who holds the power. His gaze holds mine as my thumbs work to pop open the top button on his jeans. Feeling brave, I reach for his zipper only to find another button. He gives me a sexy lopsided smile and places his hands over mine.

“I need an answer.”

“Is this not answer enough?” Under his grasp, I press the heels of my hands together, tightening around his shaft. He groans, deep and throaty, as he rocks against the pressure.

“As much as I would like to say, ‘yes, that’s enough,’ it’s not. Yes or no, angel? Last chance,” he warns.

Captured by his intense stare, I let my body have the last say. “Yes.”

He claims my lips with such ferocity our teeth clash, then his heat is gone. And I want to scream. “Hold that thought.”

I admire the view of his behind as he opens a drawer and searches through it. “Fuck. No condoms.” Shaking his head, he turns to me. “Don’t go anywhere.” He strides out of the room and I hear the metallic jangle of keys.

I walk over to the kitchen table and rest against it, kicking my shoes off. The few seconds he’s gone allow me to clarify with myself this is what I want. I’ve never wanted to do anything like it, and I’m finding it difficult to reconcile the small conflict in my mind. But I want this. I want him to take me somewhere I’ve never gone. No doubts. The clash of the keys going back in the bowl signals his return.

“You’ve had a cooling off period. You changed your mind?”

I laugh a little. “Are you always this courteous?”

“Honestly, no.” His forehead creases. “But then I’ve never wanted to bury myself in someone so badly that I need to be sure they want me just as much.” He stalks over to the table and encircles me with his arms. “So, have you?”

“No.”

“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you right here on this table, and when you think I’m done, you’ll be wrong. I’ll be taking you to my bed and making sure I achieve everything I wanted earlier.”

His way with words has had my underwear soaked since the club, my swollen folds tingle in anticipation, and my nipples are little diamond studs, budded so tight and hard against the fabric of my dress I’m surprised they haven’t poked through.

“Stand up,” he orders. His command only increases the reaction in my body. I comply without hesitation.

He circles around me then stops at my back. His closeness has a warming effect, even though he doesn’t touch me. And God do I want him to.

“This beautiful back teased me all night,” he whispers behind my ear. Feather-light kisses move down my neck and across my exposed shoulder, sending a shudder of desire so intense to my core, I’m already close to coming. His hands join in with his mouth, grazing the skin of my shoulder blades while his mouth teases down my sensitively attuned back. Hell, every part of me is aware of this man.

“When was the last time you came, angel? Do you think I can make you come with just my voice?”

God, he’s cocky. But yes, I think it’s entirely possible to make me come with the way he talks to me. “No,” I answer, but tremble in response.

“You never answered my first question.” He must be down on his knees. His breath brushes the skin on my lower back, sending another tremor through me.

“I can’t remember.” It’s the truth. I haven’t even entertained myself. No wonder I’m so close.

“A body like this should be pleasured constantly.”

His fingers knead into my hips and move over the roundness of my behind. “Want to know what I’m going to do to this?” He squeezes the soft flesh for emphasis.

My “yes” comes out as a squeaked noise, producing a deep rumbling laugh from him.

“I’m going to strip it naked and bend it over that table, exposing your pink, wet pussy to me. Then I’m going to watch as you show me how you pleasure yourself. I want to see your fingers buried knuckle deep inside you, coated in your juices, as they work in and out, bringing you closer to the edge.”

My breaths come shallower as I gasp for breath; he’s not even touching me.

“You like that I love watching, angel?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “While I’m watching you bring pleasure to yourself, I’m going to have my hand tight around my cock, stroking in the same rhythm, and when you bring yourself to climax, I’m going to come with you and all over that fine arse.”

His heat-provoking words begin to strain and a deep growl sounds from behind me, and it’s nice to know this is as much a turn-on for him as it is for me. I rub my thighs together, trying to release the need. He must notice the movement.

“Open your legs.” His voice has gained more control.

Again, I do as he asks and this time I regret it. I can’t squeeze against the need, and the deep throb between my legs is pure heavenly torture. The fact I can’t see him, can’t feel his touch, but can sense him, adds to the erotic words he utters.

“When I’ve dragged the last drop from myself, I’m going to massage my hot cum into every crevice you possess. I’ll kneel down between your legs and lick your swollen lips in long strokes before dipping my tongue inside you. Tasting my own cum mixed with you until I’m hard again and you’re beginning for mercy.” My lips part as his breath tickles the insides of my thighs, adding to the sensations overtaking my senses. “I’ll spread you wide and slowly sink my cock into your pussy,” he continues, and I let out a needy moan.

With Noah’s words and the visual I’ve created in my mind, my body can’t take anymore. Heat surges from my feet upwards. My legs ignite, and as the delicious heat hits my sex my orgasm convulses through me in strong waves. My legs tremble and I struggle to stand. Firm arms wrap around me, holding me steady while the last of my orgasm ebbs away.

His firm bulge presses hard into my bum. His chest swells and falls like my own, and his panted breaths warm my neck. “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice is tight but full of awe. “I need to be inside you, Lizzie.”

He presses on my back to push my chest down to the table. I willingly go. “This is probably going to be the quickest fuck you’ve ever had.” He chuckles. “But I promise when I get you upstairs I’ll make it up to you.”

I’m too wound up to speak but manage a small nod.

Large hands skim my legs, raising my dress up. He exhales a long breath and it passes over my rear, warming me from head to toe. “You’re beautiful.”

Behind me the sounds of his jean buttons being torn open along with the crinkle of a wrapper add to the excitement coursing through me.

“I want to see you,” I softly plead. My voice is husky, even to my own ears.

“Turn around then.”

“Can I?”

“I’m not a fucking dom, Lizzie. You can do what you’d like.”

He could have fooled me. He’s dominating every cell in my body.

When I dare turn, my eyes widen. His shirt’s open and I catch glimpses of intricate tattoos on his chest. My eyes are drawn south where another tattoo on his chiselled lower abdomen peeks out from behind his jeans. But the thing that gets my attention the most is the thick shaft resting in his hand, his jeans open and pulled down just enough to release him.

My gaze flicks from his impressive erection to his face. A cocky smirk dances along his full lips. “Like what you see?”

“It’s all right,” I tease.

He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me in to claim my mouth. I enclose my hand around his thickness and tighten my grip, slowly working him up and down, and then tracing his thick vein. The moan he releases into my mouth travels straight to my core. We slowly and hesitantly break apart and he rests his forehead against mine.

“I’ll give you all right. Bend your arse over the table, because I’m going to show you just how all right I am.”

Breathless, I twist to the table and bend over. He surprises me by running his fingers up my calves followed by my thighs. His hands are skilled, masterful, but gentle. When they flutter over my sex my legs begin to tremble again. “One day I’m going to watch as my cum slides down the inside of these legs.”

His words suck all the air from my lungs. One day? He wants more? He moves my underwear aside and teases my entrance before pushing two fingers inside me, stroking in and out in a slow, rhythmic motion. No other part of him touches me and it’s hot as hell. He hooks his fingers and presses against the sensitive spot on my inner wall, and my legs give way.

His warm, hard torso settles onto my back. “Easy, angel.”

My breaths come in heavy pants as I struggle to maintain a single coherent thought. He moves, adjusts my dress, and I feel him push against me. At a leisurely tempo, he glides himself over my clit and to my opening, repeating the motion, over and over.

“Oh, God. Now, Noah.”

Slowly he sinks himself into me, inch by thick inch. My walls yield against his girth causing a moan of pleasure to escape me. Just as slow, he retracts, allowing me to feel every ridge and contour of him.

“Fuck.” One hand digs into my hip, the other winds around to cradle my neck, not tight, but possessive in a way that turns my insides into liquid. “Hold on tight.” His voice is strangled, as if he’s the one trying to hold on and not come undone.

My fingers grasp around the edge of the table. He steadily increases his rhythm with each thrust taking me higher and closer until I’m fighting for air. Something crashes off the table as he thrusts ever harder into me. Fighting to find my own release, I move my hips as aggressively back as possible against his. He lets go of my hip, slides his hand around my front and travels down, rubbing soft circles on my oversensitive nub. It’s the final touch sending me over. My insides quake and flex around him. A few last thrusts and he groans through his own release. I feel each and every pulse from his engorged shaft, forcing my walls tighter around him.