“Don’t. Don’t be nice.” I can’t handle it right now.
Noah falters in his movements and pulls back. He eyes me warily before a mask of indifference takes over. “If that’s how you want to play it.” Something growly comes out when he talks, and it makes my dick jump.
Without any finesse, Noah shoves my pants and boxer briefs down to my ankles, and I step out of them.
“On the bed. Hands and knees.” But now his tone is distant and reminds me of hookups I’ve had in clubs. The lack of interest in their eyes … it was always about getting off. Noah’s never used that voice with me, and it guts me that he’s turned it on now, but at the same time, I need it.
I need him to be the cold, oblivious rich guy who only cares about himself, because no matter how much I don’t want it to be, this is our goodbye. We may have weeks before I leave, but we’ve both mentally checked out to protect ourselves.
I do as he says and shiver with nerves when I hear the soft thump of his clothes hitting the floor. The bed dips behind me, and strong hands grip my wrists and pin them above my head. It makes my ass stick up in the air even farther as my forehead lands on the mattress.
There’s no physical way possible for me to be harder than I am right now. The anticipation, the heartache, and the need swirl around me, ending with me on the verge of begging.
I’m so ready, but Noah doesn’t give me what I want.
His mouth is tender as he kisses my shoulder, down my spine, across my back to my hip, and then my ass cheek.
I’m stuck in a torturous world where I want more but can’t bring myself to ask.
When his tongue finds the top of my crack, I freeze.
“Umm, what are you doing?” My heart thuds in my chest.
“Shh. No talking. I’m taking care of you.” His tongue lands on me, and my cock leaks. Electricity shoots up my spine and my gut tightens.
“Fuck.” I’ve never been rimmed before. Never thought it was anything I was missing, but holy hell, as his mouth teases and prods me, my body turns into shaking, limbless jelly.
When a finger replaces his tongue, I let out a whine.
“Only about to get better, baby,” Noah whispers. “I promise.” His finger slips past my ring of muscle, and there’s nothing I want more than to reach for my cock right now, but the second my hand moves from above my head, he swats it away. “Don’t even think about touching yourself. I’m going to make you mine, you understand?”
I nod.
“I’m going to mark you and love you so hard that whenever any other man does this to you, you’ll only think of me.”
I should be pissed that he wants to ruin me, but I know he’s already done that. I opened myself up to let Noah in, fully prepared to let him go when we were done, but he wormed himself in so far, there’s no way he can get back out. He’s in my heart, under my skin, and will always own a piece of me.
Instead of saying these things aloud, I let him do what he promises.
His mouth and fingers work in sync, teasing my hole, my balls, my cock—every inch of me.
When I finally hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper, I let out a breath of relief. I don’t know how much longer I can endure his torture without giving into the molten lava inside me ready to explode.
I’m gripping the pillow so hard my knuckles are white. “I’m ready.”
“Not yet.” Noah’s lubed fingers stretch and tease, while he fumbles with the condom.
I grumble but then when he hits my prostate, I let out a round of expletives.
Noah chuckles. “Okay, now I think you’re ready.” With one last kiss in between my shoulder blades, Noah straightens up, and his cock pushes against my hole.
Then nothing happens. The silence thickens the air, and his pause pisses me off.
“Fucking hell, Noah, if you don’t fuck me this fucking second—”
In a swift move, he thrusts inside.
“Fuck, oh fuck—fuck.”
Noah stiffens on top of me. “Shit, did I hurt you?” He tries to pull out, but I stop him.
“Don’t even think about it,” I grit out. “Feels good. Amazing. Need more.”
His hips make the smallest of thrusts, testing it out.
“Doesn’t hurt,” I assure him.
This push and pull we have going on tears me in two. This is supposed to be about sex, and Noah being tender and caring ruins that.
Yet, when he pulls out and flips me over onto my back, I get lost in those aqua eyes that are stupid. I can’t tear my gaze away. And when he leans in and kisses me softly—lovingly—I lose the ability to protest. When he moves in and out of me with the same type of worship, I can no longer hold it together.