More Than a Man (10 page)

She licked her lips before parting them.
Since her hands itched to touch him, she tucked her fingers behind
her bent knees and sat on them. Her breathing hitched.

The spicy smell of his skin reached her
first. Ginger and molasses, just like the list. Heat radiated from
him, emphasizing his masculinity in a primal way. Her very own
gingerbread treat.

She tipped her chin up, breathing deeply of
his spiced skin. She might not have thought of it, but she loved
his scent. Her sex contracted.

He gripped the base of his shaft, angling it
down so the silky smooth head stroked the corner of her parted
lips. Unable to resist the unspoken command, she opened
further.

Her reward came when he traced the curves of
her mouth before easing the tip just inside. His low, approving
sound slid right through her, soothing her raw edges.

“Kiss me,” he commanded.

It took her a moment to understand him.
Pulling her head back, she placed a tiny kiss over the opening. His
wrist flexed. Noelle moistened her lips again and bent to the task,
raining light pecks across the broad head, over the pronounced
ridge and down the underside until her mouth met his gripping
hand.

He drew in an audible breath. “Now your
tongue. Lick me.”

Eagerly, she lapped the seam between his
fingers and his cock, hungry for the strong notes of nutmeg she
tasted here but nowhere else on his body. Higher, she played her
tongue back and forth, circling across the top and finishing at the
sensitive spot on the underside. He jerked and gasped. Oh, yeah, he
liked that.

She wanted badly to use her hands. Her
fingers curled into her calves before one hand slid free and crept
between her knees to stroke her own needy flesh. Even the dampness
didn’t distract her from the pleasure of his taste and texture. His
desire fed hers, stoked her to burning.

“No more of that,” Aya said, his voice deep
and rough as he drew away from her.

Reluctantly, she pulled her fingers from
between her thighs.

“Good, baby,” he praised. For reasons she
couldn’t explain, his approval added fuel to the fire of her
arousal. Why had she not realized how far she needed to be pushed?
Why hadn’t she known this about herself? And how did Aya know?

He moved his hips forward just enough to put
himself against her lips.

“Deity, you feel good,” he groaned before
pushing the head past her teeth, making it impossible for her to
continue tormenting that sensitive spot.

Still, she licked where she could, probing
with the hardened tip of her tongue. A smear of fluid melted across
her taste buds, sweet and rich enough to widen her eyes.

“Icing,” she breathed, laughter welling out
of place. “Aya, you’re a chronic dieter’s wet dream.”

“Suck.”

Noelle grinned at her luck before she clamped
down on him, her mouth greedy. He tasted so good—spicy ginger and
dark sweet molasses. Unable to use her hands, she couldn’t direct
his movement, but she could use her head to set the rhythm. Rocking
back on her heels, she backed almost completely off before leaning
forward to take him in again. The movement pressed her fingers
tightly against her wetness as she took the throbbing length of him
deeper, judging her movements by his body language. Back and forth,
in and out. He might have tied her hands, at least figuratively,
but she could set the pace. The combined motion of his cock in her
mouth and her fingers against her swollen clit echoed the give and
take of sex, and it was nearly enough to send her over the edge.
Nearly.

Suddenly Aya wrenched free. Noelle’s head
fell back and she stared up at him, bemused.

“I don’t think so.” His chest heaved and
sweat beaded at his temples. The bright lights of the bathroom
gleamed off the deep gold of his scalp.

“What?” Her lips tingled from the recent
friction. She shook her head, trying to make sense of his
withdrawal.

“You’re still trying to control the
situation. You have to let me lead.”

She frowned at him. “I’m not leading.”

His dark brows shot up. “Oh, really? You know
better than that. And it’s going to stop right now. Close your
eyes.”

She squirmed. If she closed her eyes, she’d
have no way to gauge his movements, no way to know when to move to
avoid gagging. No hands, no eyes, no control.

He was right. She was still trying to control
things. Hadn’t she asked for a partner to take control in the
bedroom? Hadn’t she known this was what she wanted, what she
needed?

Slowly, she forced herself to close her eyes.
It was harder than she expected. Harder than anything she’d ever
done sexually. Knowing what she wanted and actually getting it were
two very different things. How could she have known how difficult
it would be to give up that last bit of control? To really trust
that her partner would take care of her. Oh, Deity. She’d known him
less than a day.

Her eyes flew open. His eyes met hers,
knowing and implacable. It was her choice, but they both knew there
was only one real option.

Noelle sucked in a deep breath. The spice
scent of his skin filled her nose, reminding her what he was. Made
for her. Reaching deep, she squared her shoulders and lowered her
lashes.

* * *

He knew what it cost her to close her eyes.
He also knew there was no way she would be able to keep them closed
and enjoy herself. Giving up control was too new, too
difficult.

Unbuttoning his shirt, he directed one of the
tentacles from his body and wrapped it gently around her head,
blocking her sight without constraining her. She jerked at the
first touch, but relaxed when she realized what he was doing.

The breath she’d been holding eased out and
the tension drained from her shoulders. He released his own silent
sigh of relief. If she didn’t trust him, neither of them would be
able to explore the desires between them, either physically or
emotionally. He loved that she was willing to surrender for him.
Deity, she was beautiful.

Aya pushed his hips carefully forward. “Open
up, baby.”

Her lips trembled open, inviting him to take
her. But it was his responsibility not to give her too much, not to
damage the foundation he was working so hard to lay. Forcing down
the impulse to take everything, he released his hold on his cock to
trace her lips. Soft and pliant, perfect for him. He pushed his
index finger inside, biting back a groan when she sucked his finger
deeper. His cock responded as if she’d sucked it instead, growing
harder, heavier.

He pulled free slowly, marshalling his
control. It was vital that he get this right. She needed to let go
and trust he would take care of her, not do anything to endanger or
embarrass her. He needed her to know trusting him was seeing to her
own happiness.

They weren’t there yet but these first steps
were crucial and he refused to let the demands of his penis
endanger their relationship.

Another thought pushed a second tentacle out.
Using his wet fingertip to outline her lips, he carefully snaked
the tentacle between her legs. Deliberately, he avoided touching
her or moving quickly enough for her to register his
encroachment.

“What do you want, Noelle?”

A line appeared between her brows. “I…I don’t
know.”

He smiled fiercely. She wasn’t lying, wasn’t
telling him what she thought he wanted to hear. He had to fight to
moderate his voice so she wouldn’t hear his triumph. “That’s
alright, baby. We’ll just do what I want until you figure it
out.”

He did no more than place the throbbing head
against her lower lip. Immediately her mouth opened wider. He
lashed down his lunging desire.

“Let’s go back to licking,” he directed.
Deity knew it felt amazing when she stroked that agile tongue over
his aching dick.

She complied immediately, probing the opening
at the tip and dragging long swirling licks over him. He locked his
knees. Pleasure spiked through his body and threatened his best
intentions. How was he going to stand it when she started
sucking?

“Do you like licking my cock, baby, or are
you only doing it because I want it?”

Her lips tightened around him. He dragged in
a breath, forcing himself still. While he wanted to know her
answer, he also asked because he’d noticed something. She liked
dirty talk. Every time he pushed her verbal boundaries, her arousal
increased.

Her mouth softened, released, and she started
to reply but hesitated. He remained unmoving, letting her work
through

It didn’t take long.

Her head tipped back so she could speak past
his flesh. “I love the way you taste. I like knowing I’m making you
feel good.”

“But do you like doing it?”

Her nostrils flared and she sighed out a
breath. “Yes.”

“Yes what, Noelle?”

She hesitated. For a moment he thought she
wouldn’t say it.

“Yes, I like…licking your cock.” The last
words came out fast, as if she had to say them before she thought
better of it.

“Very good, baby. Very good. Now you’ll get a
reward.”

She trembled, her fingers digging into her
legs and her shoulders shaking. Power spiked through him, tempting
him to push her harder, faster. He tamped it down, gritting his
teeth.

Again, he pressed forward, farther this time
so her mouth opened wide and the whole of the head of his cock
lodged in her mouth. “Now suck, baby.”

She latched onto him strong as a vacubot. He
grunted in surprise and his knees weakened alarmingly. He pressed
his weight down on the curve of his extended tentacle, grateful for
the support. The tentacle around her eyes tightened involuntarily.
She moaned around him.

It took a moment to regain his composure
enough that he was sure his legs would support him.

Her mouth felt like heaven. She sucked
strongly enough that her cheeks hollowed, and he felt certain she
would be able to draw his soul out through his cock. Deity, what a
mouth.

In self defense, he eased the tip of the
tentacle upward, feeling for her readiness. When the smooth,
sensitive end contacted her hot flesh, he jolted again. She was
beyond wet. Her feminine folds were slick and he slid through with
such ease he nearly entered her unintentionally.

She reared back, a muffled shriek clicking
his control back into place. Using the tentacle around her head, he
drew her forward until her mouth worked past his crown and onto the
first inch of shaft.

“Don’t run away. Suck me while I make you
come.”

She whimpered, renewing her suction around
him. Accepting him, accepting his needs and hers. Warmth kindled in
his chest.

He found the hardened, slippery bud of her
clit. Noelle’s breathing stuttered. Sliding back, he teased her
opening and she sucked him even more strongly.

“You want to come, don’t you, baby?”
Tenderness surged, surprising him. He wanted to take care of her,
to make her feel good. Sex was part of it, but there was more,
too.

She nodded, a short, jerky movement that
dragged her teeth along his length. Nerves fired, heat and pressure
gathering in his balls. He couldn’t deny himself much longer. Not
only was he too close to climax to prolong things, he was all too
aware of their surroundings. The guest bathroom of her parents’
house was hardly ideal.

He began a slow, steady motion with his hips.
Deep, shallow, deep, shallow. He echoed the rhythm between her
legs, alternating a firm stroke across her clit with light flicks.
Within moments her hips moved in rolling circles and her juices
coated him, dripping slowly along the smooth, sensitive skin.

Aya thought his eyes might roll back into his
head. The combination of her mouth and her arousal mixed with the
emotional tie they were forging to create a hormonal storm that
threatened to engulf him. He wanted her mouth, her pussy, her ass.
An overwhelmingly primitive desire to possess her eclipsed his
softer emotions. He wanted to splatter her with his semen. He
wanted to fucking bathe her in his come.

His control was fraying, and only the
chokehold he kept on his dick kept him from gagging her. The little
noises she made—wet sounds of sucking, hitching breath and
strangled moans—pushed him ever closer to the edge.

Firming his jaw, he concentrated on her. He
circled the knot of her clit, letting her moisture slick his way.
His mouth watered. Deity, he wanted to taste her again. Was there
any part of her he didn’t want?

His testicles drew up tight, the sharp
tingling at the base of his cock warning him that he was at flash
point. Only determination she would come first kept him from
orgasm.

“You feel so good, Noelle. So wet and hot.
Your body knows what you want, baby.”

Her hips pressed down, trying to capture him.
He avoided her easily, but gave her the harder pressure her body
craved. Her answering cry reverberated up his shaft straight into
his balls.

He dropped his head forward, watching her
mouth take him, watching the subtle movements under the smooth skin
of the tentacle that disappeared under the skirt of her dress.

Just when he was sure he wouldn’t be able to
take any more, that he was going to have to blow before her, her
body arched, her mouth fell slack around him and her pelvis pressed
hard onto the muscular tentacle between her thighs. With a keening
cry, only slightly muffled by his flesh, she shattered. Her muscles
convulsed, pushing her forward so that her lips rammed into the
hand he held wrapped around himself.

He wanted to watch her eyes, to see her go,
but that would have to wait. Now his climax boiled up, inescapable.
Heat washed up his erection, pleasure and pain expanding until it
burst out in hard, jetting spurts. His voice broke on an
inarticulate cry. Pleasure buffeted him in waves as he watched her
throat work, swallowing his seed. Nothing in his implanted memories
could compare.