“Holy fuck!” I screamed out as I came.
My insides exploded and my body started to convulse. I might have been afraid that my knees would buckle and I would fall if I hadn’t been so completely overwhelmed by the sensations radiating through every molecule of my body.
“That’s right, kitten.” His husky voice dripped with lust, even though his mouth was still on me. “Feel good for me. Feel good, only for me.”
My hands had such a tight grip on his head, shoving his face into my pussy, that I wasn’t sure how he was able to make any coherent sounds. I wasn’t even sure how he managed to breathe, let alone talk. He sucked my clit into his mouth again and moved his finger slowly in my ass, causing another orgasmic wave to shoot through my body. I was seeing little tongue-shaped stars by that point and I didn’t know how much more I could take, but I wasn’t going to stop him.
However, I did let my fingers relax in his hair so that he could regain some freedom of movement. He apparently thought that meant he had permission to stop, because that’s exactly what he did.
Note to self: the next time Noah Crawford has his face buried in your pussy, do not let go of the back of his head.
“Come down here, baby,” he urged me as he put his hands behind my knees to help me down.
I sank down onto his lap and immediately claimed his mouth with my own, wanting to show some appreciation for the pleasure he had given to me.
“That … felt … so good,” I managed to get out between kisses.
“Yeah?” he asked with a conceited grin.
“Yeah,” I said, pressing my sensitive pussy against his hard-on. “I want to make you feel good now.”
“Delaine …,” he warned.
“I know, I know, but I don’t think it will hurt. If it does, we’ll stop, okay?”
I wanted to do it, plus I was still so horny for him, even though he’d just gotten me off. I didn’t know how to explain it. All I knew was that I really wanted to make him feel good, and I didn’t think that sucking him off was going to be enough to show my appreciation after what he had done for me. I wanted him. I wanted his cock buried deep in me.
“Please?” I begged pathetically.
“I want to … really fucking bad,” he said, squeezing my hips and moving me against him. “But we shouldn’t. Not yet.”
His hands stilled on me as he turned his head away. And then in this really detached and commanding sort of voice, he said, “We’re going shopping today. Go on up to the room and get dressed. I’ll use one of the other bathrooms.”
What had just happened? He was all Richard Gere sexy and chivalrous one minute, Attila the Hun tyrannical the next.
“So I guess now we’re back to the whole ‘I bought you and you’ll do as you’re told’ thing?” I asked, stung once again by his rejection.
“We never left there. I said I want you to feel good, but that doesn’t change anything. I just wanted you to know that I’m not a total bastard.” He still refused to look at me.
“Yeah, well, I disagree,” was my only response. If he could act the part of the authoritarian boss, then I could certainly act the part of the disgruntled employee.
I removed myself from his lap again and climbed out of the hot tub. In my rush to find him, I hadn’t thought to grab a towel, so when I saw his draped over the back of a nearby lounge chair, I took it for myself. I heard him mutter an expletive behind me, but I didn’t think it was over the stupid towel. Regardless, I didn’t bother to look back at him before I wrapped it around my torso and went back into the house.
Of course he was right. Not about him not being a total bastard, but about nothing having changed. I had been stupid and naïve to think that his kind words during his momentary lapse meant he actually had a heart. I mean, what sort of knight in shining armor runs out and buys a whore for his own selfish purposes anyway? Regardless of the fact that he wanted me to feel good as well. That was only something else he got off on—knowing he was so good that he could command total control of my body when I’d lost all ability to control it myself.
Back in the room, I jumped into the shower, leaning against the wall as the water washed away my tears of rejection. What the hell was I doing? I’d thrown myself at him, practically attacking the man who was supposed to disgust me. And why? Because he gave great head? I was the disgusting one. He was supposed to be the predator and me his prey. Yet I was carrying on like some crazed nymphomaniac.
And where did I get off, getting off while my mother, the sole reason I’d done this in the first place, was lying at home in her bed, probably dying? I hadn’t even called to check in, for Christ’s sake. I didn’t think it had anything at all to do with the distraction that was Noah Crawford, but maybe more with my shame, with a fear that if I talked to my folks they’d somehow know what I’d done. Of course that was silly. The fact of the matter remained that I had no clue if they’d found my mother a donor or if the surgery had been scheduled yet. I knew Dez would call me if there was something seriously wrong, but for all intents and purposes, my parents thought I was in New York getting an education, not right under their noses in Chicago getting my freak on. They were probably worried to death that I hadn’t called.
I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. I could hear Noah mumbling a string of profanities from his closet, and I stifled a giggle. Apparently he didn’t like my organizational skills. Within minutes, I heard him slam the closet door.