The Truth About Lennon - Page 54

I want to push Lennon’s limits, see how far she’ll go and how well she’ll listen. This isn’t my sort of thing, ordering women around, but I’ll be damned if she doesn’t bring out an entirely different side of me.

“Spread your legs.”

Leaning back, Lennon slides her heels up the comforter, bending her knees, putting her pussy on full display. My mouth waters at the sight of her swollen clit, and I have to shove my hands in my pockets to keep myself from reaching out for her.

“Touch yourself, Lennon. Show me how much you want me.”

Lust-fueled sparks shoot through my body, making it nearly impossible to keep myself rooted to the floor. It takes every ounce of control I have not to replace her hand with my mouth when she pushes a finger deep inside her pussy. When she pulls it out, she swirls the pad of her finger around her clit before shoving two more fingers back inside.

“Does that feel good?” My voice is as raw as the look in her eyes when her heavy gaze finds mine. “Does it turn you on, knowing that I’m watching, wishing it was my mouth on your pussy instead of your fingers?” I keep my voice low, but firm, and if it weren’t for her eyes flaring to life, I wouldn’t know if she’d even heard me. “Because you’re turning me the fuck on. My cock is begging for your pussy, begging to be wrapped up inside of you.”

“Oh God.” Lennon’s back arches off the pillows, her eyes closing, and just when I think she’s going to moan, she doesn’t, instead pinching her lips together as her fingers move faster.

“Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She’s squirming, her hips rocking, urgently seeking release, and when her cheeks flush and her legs begin to tremble, I take a step forward. Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I pull her hand away from her body.

Her eyes fly open. They’re wide and wild, and if I weren’t holding on to her, she’d surely smack me, because I just stole the thing she desperately wants.

Chest heaving, she watches as I prop a knee up on the bed. Unable to resist, I lift her fingers to my mouth, but Lennon quickly jerks her arm, instead guiding them toward her own. Her lips part, and she slides her fingers into her mouth and sucks.

“Fucking hell,” I curse, climbing all the way up on the bed. I situate myself between Lennon’s thighs, her eyes finding mine. “Do you remember what I told you yesterday? Your pleasure is mine, Lennon.”

Slowly, deliberately, she pulls her fingers from her mouth, daring me take a taste.

“Do you taste as sweet as you smell?” Noah asks.

What I want to say is why can you talk if I can’t, but I quickly realize what he’s doing. Noah’s testing me, pushing me, trying to see if he can get me to crack while simultaneously turning me the hell on. When I don’t answer, Noah lowers his head, wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. His tongue plunges inside of me, and I nearly lose the challenge right then and there.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I vow not to make a sound, but with each swipe of his tongue I lose a tiny piece of control. I close my eyes and thread my fingers into Noah’s shaggy hair, holding him against me. I rock my hips against his face, silently urging him on and telling him how much I love what he’s doing.

My lips part. It’s difficult to stay quiet, to keep my feelings to myself. There’s nothing I want more than to urge him with my words.

Yes, that—keep doing that.

Faster, Noah, please.

Oh God, yes, do that again.

Every nerve in my body is firing, and I’m sure one more flick of his tongue will light me up like a firework.

“God, Lennon.” Noah pulls back, his voice rough, his focus between my legs. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Dipping two fingers inside of me, Noah quickly adds a third, stretching my body. The fullness is almost too much, and my back arches.

“Are you as turned on as I am?” he asks.

My eyes linger on his broad shoulders. Seeing his big, strong body between my thighs, his mouth glistening and his fingers moving in and out of me, is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever witnessed. I nod, biting my bottom lip.

His eyes smolder. “Is it because you can’t make a sound? Or because of us?” Noah pulls his fingers from my body and licks them clean, much the same way I did moments ago. “Because it’s never been like this for me, Lennon.” His voice is thick with emotion as he crawls up my body. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you right now.”

My eyes frantically search his, and I break all the rules. “Noah.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull his mouth to mine. “Please,” I beg. “I need you.”

When he pulls back, his eyes are brimming with equal parts affection and determination.

“Flip over, baby. Get on your knees.”

Desperate for his touch, I get up on all fours. With a gentle hand pressed to the center of my back, Noah pushes my chest down against the pillows. Hooking his fingers around my hips he lifts my ass into the air and knees my legs apart.

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