Page 49 of Falling for Fury

“Eyes on me, Little Demon.”

Her eyes snap open and lock with mine, her mouth opened in a soft O as she struggles to get her breathing under control. “Tell me, who gets you this wet, Addison?”

“You,” she breathes.

“Whose tight little pussy is this, Addison?”

“Yours,” she all but grunts, and I withdraw my fingers slowly and drag them lazily against her clit, teasing, eliciting more sounds that I commit to memory.

“If this is the one and only time I get to have you. I plan to ruin you for anyone else.”

“I’d love to see you try.” She moans. Oh, she is really trying to kill me. I reach my hands to each of her ass cheeks, rolling her hips as I grind against her.

“Noah…” She is a panting mess. “You. Please.”

“Please, what?” I growl.

“Make me come.” At her request, I lose all control. Fucking Addison and all her fury turns me completely mindless. It’s like I become a thirteen-year-old boy again, seeing a pair of tits for the first time.

I wrap one arm around her waist, grabbing her to my body as the other grabs the back of her neck, pulling her into another searing kiss as I turn and walk us towards the bed, with her legs still tightly wrapped around me. When my knees hit the bed, I release her, throwing her to her back as I unbutton and unzip my pants with speed. Fuck self-control. If she thinks this is a one-night thing, then she has another thing coming.

Addison

He stands over me, naked, the size of him now obvious, very obvious. I lose my breath as I realize I am going to have sex with Noah. I was determined to continue to ignore him until he went away, but he turned up to Bozzelli’s dressed like sex, his black button down open slightly at the top, his jeans casual, and the mess of curls on top just begging for me to run my fingers through them.

I have forsaken my goal to remain in power over him, and here I am whimpering like a fool for him to fuck me, telling him he owns my pussy?! What is wrong with you, Addison?

He slowly crawls onto the bed; the way he looks at me is beyond possessive, and I hate how much it turns me on. Parting my legs as he travels up my body, leaving light kisses everywhere except where I need him. He gives me a deep chuckle at my inability to stop my groan of protest, and he lowers himself back between my legs. His lips lightly graze the sides of my wetness, teasing me, leaving hot breaths over my core, the need for friction taking over as my hips roll into his mouth.

“Ask nicely,” he demands.

“Over my dead body.”

“Ask. Nicely, Addison.” He hovers, his warm breath against my apex, causing me to clench uncontrollably, needing him to touch me. I mentally slap myself as I give into his demand on a breathy moan.

“Please, Noah. I will die. Just… ahh.” His smile grows, and his tongue strokes the length of me, past my center, and to the peak between my thighs, teasing and flicking my clit until I am a writhing, moaning mess beneath him. He wraps his arms around the back of my thighs, throwing my legs over his shoulders as he places the whole of that magic mouth completely covering me and devouring me with a hunger that has stars appearing in my vision.

Just one time.

Just one time.

I grab for his hair, riding his face and moaning his name before he pulls away from me. The intensity that was building going flat at the empty space of where his mouth was.

“Not tonight, shortcake. When you come, I want it all over my cock. I want to feel you as you come undone around me.” I practically combust and throw my legs around his waist, pulling him to me, wrapping my arms around his neck, and kissing him. Tasting me on his lips and his tongue, sending me wild with desire as I drag my center up his hard length, coating him in my wetness.

I tell myself this desire, this tightness in my chest, the stupid emotions, are all because of my hormones and the chocolate eyes of a Greek god, and nothing to do with my feelings for Noah. Nothing.

I want you. And I’m done sharing.

I don’t even know where this is coming from. The weeks after he Irish-goodbye’d me at the lodge, he’s done nothing but consistently tell me he just wanted to get me out of his system, giving me whiplash with his possessive act. I was done chasing men who didn’t want me, and here is this hot as fuck guy sent from the heavens, now telling me he wants me, and I can’t bring myself to believe him or trust any of it.

I don’t do relationships.

Well, I don’t do casual sex. Or at least I didn’t. Until now. I mean, if you could see this man, I am sure you’d understand why I was considering giving it a red hot crack, and had all but fled my date.

I shove and lock away the thoughts that start to poke their way up. Making a choice Rosie would be proud of, I’m naked with Noah. Just stop thinking about it and fucking enjoy it.

Noah tastes like whisky and mint, his scent is always thick with spring, tonight it intertwines with the taste and smell of me.

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