A Novella MisTaken(23)

“What consequences?” She hadn’t really meant that to sound as challenging as she’d made it sound. Or maybe she had. Actually, the idea of unknown consequences was somewhat exhilarating.

“That’s not for you to worry about.” He turned her so he could nudge her back onto the bed while he talked. “But maybe there will have to be some binding after all.”

If her legs hadn’t already been jelly before, they were now. The thought of being tied up and overpowered by Noah …

Jesus Christ, what kind of a feminist was she?

“Stop thinking,” he said, pushing her legs up into a bent position. “I can hear the wheels turning. And I didn’t give you permission for that.”

“Okay.” It was easier to say than to do. But she made an effort to concentrate on nothing but Noah’s hands as they stripped her of her panties. After that, she didn’t have to put much effort at all into not thinking. Because Noah had settled his face between her thighs, and his mouth on her clit, and each swipe of his tongue scattered every thought before it even had a chance to form.

“Yes. Yes!” Damn, he was good, sucking and nipping at her sensitive bud, sending her up, up, up. He lapped at her mercilessly. As she neared the edge, her hands flew to his hair, needing something to grab on to.

Immediately she realized her mistake. Noah stopped his heavenly assault and eyed her.

She let go of him. “I’m sorry. Please, don’t stop. I didn’t mean it. I’ll be better.”

She was begging him. Begging him! But she was so close and she needed him, and the primal desire that drove her to plead would do much worse if only he’d return to his task.

He considered. “Do I need to tie you up?”

“No. I’ll be good.” The tying did sound hot, though. She’d admit it. But not now, she wasn’t willing to lose the momentum he’d created. “Please, keep going.”

“Say it.” His eyes twinkled as they met hers. “Say what you want.”

“I want you to make me come. Please.” It was easier to say than she’d imagined it would be. And saying it was liberating, even sexy. She wanted to say it again, so she did. “Make me come, Noah.”

He did then. With his mouth and his fingers, he sent her spiraling into an earth-shattering orgasm. She clutched on to the sheets underneath her as her legs shook and her hips bucked up and she lost herself in her climax.

Noah was still licking at her when she began her descent from the heights he’d sent her to. She started to sit up. “It’s my turn.” She thought about it a second. “Or your turn.” However it was to be phrased, she meant to have her mouth on him. Now.

Noah, however, had other plans. He shot his hand up to her chest and pressed her back to the bed. “I dictate the turns. Not you.” He settled a thumb on her sensitive clit, circling on it with expert pressure.

“But—” Not only did she believe in reciprocation—equal rights and all—but Jaylene was certain she couldn’t take any more of the attention he was giving her. She needed—well, she thought she needed a break, but he wasn’t about to give her even that small relief.

“Can you not follow the rules?” He raised a challenging brow, but didn’t let up on his assault.

Jay writhed. It was too much. Sensory overload. But as tortured as she was in the moment, she didn’t want her answer to be no. More, she didn’t want to have to answer anything at all. She simply wanted to let go and let someone else decide for once. So she didn’t say anything. And she didn’t stop him. Instead, she threw her head back and let Noah decide. He chose for her to receive pleasure. The next orgasm crashed through her stronger than the first one, sending her entire body into spasms that took her prisoner and sent her soaring all at once.

She was still flying while Noah stood and scrambled out of his briefs. Then he was slipping a condom on and then he was sliding into her. They moaned together as he pulled out to the tip, then pushed in again. Out and in like that in slow, languid strokes that made her insane. She wanted him to increase his speed, to drive into her with the frenzy that she felt building up in her again. Already.

She tilted into him, urging him to go faster.

“Keep that up and I’ll just go slower.” His face was strained, and she realized the effort it took for him to hold back.

“Noah…?” If it was what they both wanted, why was he trying so hard to bridle himself? She wanted more of him, wanted him to feel what she was feeling.

“Just…” He pressed his forehead against hers and squeezed his eyes shut. “Trust me. Okay?”