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“I told you why.” He says calmly, like it should be as plain as day.

“No, you went all caveman sayingthey touched what doesn’t belong to them. What does any of that even mean?”

“It means I’m obsessed with you. It means all I see isyou.From the moment I moved to that school fifteen years ago, nothing else has mattered. You think me working at Langley’s was an accident? I know where you live. I know where you work. I know what your favorite scary movies are and what your favorite song is. I know everything there is to know about you, right down to what size of tampon you use when you bleed or what kind of porn you watch when you touch yourself.”

Oh fuck!I know this is wrong. So, so wrong. Everything about this is a giant red flag waving in front of my face. Butmacabre things have always captivated me, and maybe Noah is no different.

The air crackles between us, like every molecule is charged. The tension is nearly tangible, but allIsee is Noah. We’re smoldering cinders, one small breeze away from bursting into flames.

He prowls toward me like a panther, each stride eating up the space between us. I don't even protest when his body slams into mine, making me yelp. Those strong hands grab hold of my ass and hoist me up his body. Our lips collide and it’s explosive. There’s no easing into it. There’s no soft pecks or tentative nips. It’s carnal. It’s scorching heat. Our mouths meld together, tongues clashing, consuming one another, eating each other alive. Each swipe of his tongue, each tilt of his head sears me. I’m whimpering and moaning, but Noah never breaks the kiss, he swallows each plea my body makes and responds with more. More, and more, and more.

We’re a tangled mess of limbs in the middle of his kitchen. My hips buck up against him, grinding my core against the growing bulge in his pants, desperate for any friction I can get, to quell this ache that’s building in me. I know we’re on the precipice of something dangerous and all-consuming, and once we take the plunge, there’s no going back.

Hands digging firmly into my flesh, Noah carries me into the living room, my body sliding down his until my feet touch the floor. He leaves me breathless, trailing over to the record player and changing the song toCry To Meby Solomon Burke. He drops to the couch, legs spread wide, arms stretched out on the back. My mouth dries at the sight of him. The heat in his gaze is stifling, roving over me, like his eyes can’t decide on what part of me to settle on.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you,” he commands, the hushed tone of his voice making my skin flush.

And this is it. Is this what I want? My brain has a list a mile long of all the reasons why this is the worst fucking idea. But my body? It’s desperate to give in to the call of the void.

I start with my shirt. Tentative fingers grasp at the hem, sweeping it up and over my head. I shed my pants next, shimmying them down my legs. I kick them off to join my shirt.

Standing before him in only my bra and panties, every inch of me heats. The v between my thighs pulses as his eyes devour me.

“Bra and panties,” he says next, his Adam’s apple bobbing, the tendons in his neck straining.

Reaching behind my back, I unclasp my bra, sliding the straps slowly down my arms, I hold the cups to me momentarily, before adding it to the mounting pile of clothes.

His fists clench and unclench as my thumbs hook into the sides of my panties. Muscles flexing, veins protruding as he holds onto that last bit of control. Gliding my panties to my thighs, I let gravity take care of the rest as they fall to the floor. I straighten as he takes me in, his gaze locked onto the slickness between my legs, mesmerized by my body’s response to him.

We both are caught in the heated stare, daring one another to push this farther, past the brink.

Noah reaches for his zipper, the telltale sound of the teeth separating only dulled by the sounds of the arduous breaths that pass our lips. Blue eyes hold me captive, unblinking, popping the button of his jeans. Deliberately lowering his pants, his cock springs free, smacking against his abs audibly.Holy shit!He’s long and thick, the glossing head a rosy contrast to the flesh-colored base. My thighs clench as I imagine the grooves of the bulbous tip dragging along my inner walls, massaging all the magical spots deep inside of me that are yearning to be explored.

Saliva pools in my mouth as I take him all in. This Adonis of a man, leaning back casually against his couch, his perfectdick resting along his abdomen with strings of pre-cum at the slit, is staring at me with a heady mixture of lust and wicked intent.

Those glacier irises pin me, lighting my core on fire as he crooks his fingers in a come-hither motion, silently beckoning me, and I am lost to this battle. My feet move on their own accord, ever closer to the danger, and for some reason, I know one way or another I won’t survive this night.

His eyes track my every move, like a snake poised to strike. And when my body reaches his, he snaps his hand out and grasps my wrist, the force of his grip crushing.

“On your knees.” He pulls me down harshly, my legs left no choice but to fold under me and obey.

When he’s satisfied with my position, nestled in between his thick, muscular thighs, he hums, reaching out and sweeping a thumb across my cheek so gently my eyes briefly close. But then he thrusts that same thumb brutally into my mouth, hooking my lower jaw and bringing me so close to his groin I can nearly taste him.

“I’ve spent so many nights dreaming of fucking that pretty face of yours,” he growls, the low decibels vibrating through me.

“You’re going to choke on my cock until I spill down your throat. Then I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours. In fact, I’m going to destroy every single one of your holes, fucking you so hard and filling you so deep that by the end of the night, there will be no mistaking who the fuck you belong to.” His words are lewd and vulgar, and seem to be a complete juxtaposition against his clean-cut image.

Wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, he glosses my lips with the pre-cum, coaxing my lips to wrap around him. My lips part, tongue darting out and licking a newbead of moisture on the tip. Soon, I’m lapping and sucking at the saltiness, eager for more.

“Open wider, baby. I want you to take all of me.” His hands tangle into my hair and guide me to take him deeper. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest as I engulf the head of him with my mouth and ease him in. The first descent makes me gag, the sheer girth of him hard to get around. He gives me a few moments to acclimatize to his size, but with every suck and pull, his restraint is wavering. Soon, my hair is wound tightly in his grip, pulling desperately until it’s borderline painful. My scalp protests as he takes control of the movements, pumping his hips in swift, upward motions.

I brace my hands against his thighs and hold on for dear life as he fucks my face relentlessly. I’m a mess, drool dribbles down my chin, tears are sliding down my face, but I’ve never felt so sensual in all my life.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, Frankie baby. Suck harder, you’re doing so well,” Noah grunts, his thrusts becoming unhinged. I hollow my cheeks to create even more suction. Noah lets out a guttural moan, pushing into me as deep as my throat will allow, constricting my airways until I swallow the head of him down. That tips him over the edge. His hips still. He calls out my name. His cock pulses and jerks, hot spurts of come coating the back of my throat and tongue as he spills everything he has in me.

Chapter Seventeen

Frankie

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