“You fucking make me crazy, Delaine,” he groaned. “You shouldn’t offer yourself so willingly to someone who’s supposed to disgust you. It doesn’t make any sense.”
I sighed. “I do believe you said you love a woman who knows what she wants? Well, right now, what I want is your mouth on me.” Don’t ask me where or how an inexperienced, recently de-virginalized person such as myself got the nerve to say something like that. It was just as much a mystery to me, but it felt natural nonetheless.
I rolled my hips toward his face to accentuate my point.
He growled, baring his perfect teeth at me. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “No.”
“No?” I asked, confused.
Double Agent Coochie’s mouth dropped open in shock.
He opened his eyes, and the intensity of the now darkened steel gray color that had replaced the hazel almost startled me. “If we do this right now, I’m going to want to fuck you. Hard.” He growled the words with heavy breaths. “I won’t be gentle, and trust me, your pussy can’t handle the kind of beating I’d be putting on it. Yet. So you might want to stop trying to seduce me.”
“Don’t even, Noah,” I scoffed. “What’s so different now from when you used me as your dessert bowl the other night? You had enough control not to fuck me then.”
“I hadn’t had you then. I hadn’t felt you wrapped around my cock, squeezing me. God, you felt so good,” he said with his eyes closed, apparently reliving the feeling in his mind. Then he shook his head and hoarsely whispered, “I can’t.”
With the finality of his words still ringing in my ears, he leapt out of bed and raked his hands through his already sleep-disheveled hair—which, just for the record, resembled his I-just-fucked-you hair, and that made Double Agent Cooch ache to run her fingers through it as well.
I brought my addled attention back to him and saw that his cock was still hard as a rock, large and in charge. Damn, his arousal alone was almost enough to make me want to beg for it. Almost.
“You can’t do shit like that, Delaine! I could bend you over any available surface in this house and fuck you hard and fast, anytime I want. Don’t forget that.” He ran his hands over his face and then perched them on his hips. “All right, look. I’m going to go take a dip in the hot tub so that I can try to settle down some. You might want to make sure you’re out of my bed and dressed before I get back up here.”
“So you’re just going to leave me like this?” I asked incredulously as I motioned between my open legs.
His eyes were drawn down to my core like a magnet, and I didn’t know if I wanted to giggle over his lack of control or hand him a bib to help with the drool on his chin.
“Fuck!” he growled. “Yes. I’m leaving you like that.”
He yanked the door open and was gone. His glorious ass practically smirked at me as he disappeared from sight.
I slammed my head back on the bed and grabbed his pillow, covering my face with it to smother my scream of frustration. Noah Crawford made no sense to me whatsoever. He’d purchased me for exactly this sort of thing, had told me to not be afraid to take what I wanted, but when I swallowed my pride and attempted to do just that, he told me I couldn’t, and then he ran away like a scared little girl.
Had something happened in the middle of the night and the roles somehow gotten reversed? Maybe I’d slipped into an alternate universe. And why on earth was I all of a sudden so horny for him? Well, I knew the answer to that one: Double Agent Coochie. The slut had taken over my life.
My pussy was throbbing with need, and I groaned.
I jumped out of bed, still naked as a jaybird, and went after him, hoping I wouldn’t get lost in that monster of a house trying to find the hot tub. Also, I might not want the help to see me naked if I were in my right mind, but I wasn’t, so it was cool. Besides, it seemed they were never there when Noah was, so it was a safe bet we had the house to ourselves.
I somehow managed to find him despite the size of the house. He was outside; the early morning sun had just made its appearance over the horizon and the sky was bathed in rich oranges and pinks. The backyard was vast and I noticed there was a rather large swimming pool there, but my mind was elsewhere, so I paid little attention to any of the other details. Noah’s back was to me and his broad shoulders were stretched out, his arms draped over the side of the tub, as thick steam swirled around him. His head was back and his eyes were closed as he took deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth.
I walked toward him, careful not to alert him to my presence. He didn’t stir at all as I carefully slipped into the hot tub and slowly inched toward him. His muscled neck was stretched out invitingly and his chiseled chest glistened with water droplets. He was beautiful—a perfect specimen of a predator able to lure its prey by his appearance alone.
I could’ve stayed like that, ogling him. But I hated him, so you’ve probably already guessed what I did. Before he could become aware of my intentions and attempt to stop me, I placed my hands on his sides and straddled his lap, immediately nuzzling the spot between his neck and shoulder.
Not what you expected? You try to see if you could pass that opportunity up.
“Delaine, what are you doing?” He grabbed my shoulders and tried to push me back, but I pushed back harder.
“I’m taking what I want, Noah. You don’t get to renege on your offer.” I positioned myself against his still-hard cock.
“Stop!” he ordered, persistently pushing me away.