Page 91 of The Brave and the Reckless

This was about as far as you could get from it.

“Esra?” Zuri asked again, the doorknob jiggling.

“Answer,” he growled low by my ear as he loosened his hand from my mouth.

“I’m okay,” I called back, only to gasp when Noah thrust up hard. Asshole. “Give me like ten—” Thrust. “Minutes, okay?” Thrust. “Just dealing—” Thrust. “With a-h situation.” Thrust.

Noah’s hand wrapped over my mouth again and I crumpled into him with a whimper.

“Okay, uhm, there’s hygiene stuff in the drawer under the sink,” Zuri replied. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Noah kept rolling his hips into me, stoking the tense heat building at my core, but he didn’t speak again until we heard the bedroom door fall shut.

“You really think you’re going to last ten more minutes?”

He didn’t give me enough space around his glove to reply verbally, so I dropped my skirt and grasped at his arm with my free hand until I found the sliver of skin between his glove and his jacket, and I sank my nails in.

“Oh, you’re going to regret that,” he drawled in thedeepest Ace Ryder voice. My pussy clenched up around him all on its own. “Pull your dress up again.”

I did but definitely because I wanted to watch and not because he’d told me to. Not that it mattered.

He loosened his grip on the hand behind my back. On the next thrust, his fingers whipped against my exposed clit. Stars exploded across my vision as I bucked into him. If he hadn’t held my mouth firmly shut, my scream would have echoed off the bathroom tiles.

He repeated the move, sending another shockwave through me, and another. My vision blurred as the sharp jolts turned to shivers.

“Noah,” I pleaded his name, but my voice strained against his hand. It didn’t deter me. All that pressure had to go somewhere and begging for release seemed like the only option. “Noah, please.”

“Do you want to come for me?”

I nodded frantically under his grip.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes yet,” he taunted and delivered another blinding slap to my raw nerve endings.

I shook my head. I didn’t care that it hadn’t been ten minutes. If he even took one minute longer, I’d pass out from the overstimulation.

“Look at me.”

I craned my neck, leaning on to his shoulder to meet his gaze. The second our eyes locked, he sheathed himself in me with enough force for my body to jolt forward, only to buck right into his waiting hand, so he could pinch my clit. I cried into his hand as the rush of pain and pleasure took over. When my eyes threatened to fall shut against the overwhelm of sensations, Noah jerked my chin up. Heforced me to keep my eyes on him as he fucked me through an orgasm that crushed my bones and turned me into a trembling mess. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have shattered across the floor in a thousand shards.

When the only sounds coming from my throat were nothing but soft gasps, he gently lifted his hand off my mouth, tugged the bandana down and kissed me. His lips soothed mine, soft and slow, even as his thrusts into me came faster. I felt the way he hardened and jerked deep, right before he moaned my name against my lips and released himself inside me.

“Liar,” I huffed.

“Hmm?” Noah’s forehead dropped against mine while he caught his breath.

“You promised me a blow job.”

“Changed my mind when I realized how fucking tiny this dress is.” He nipped at my ear, then at the skin right beneath it, as he pulled back just enough to slide out of me. “And you’ll walk out of here with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

“You’re kinda deranged,” I mumbled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Noah grinned as he grabbed his prop gun from the sink. He brought it up to his lips and ran his tongue down the entire length of it before he holstered it. “You’re kinda delicious.”

Yeah, I got the point, we both were a little messed up.

Noah helped me fix the bobby pins in the back of the updo with careful fingertips and took it upon himself to make sure my crown was straightened. I found a safety pin in one of the bathroom drawers to keep my dress in place.He didn’t give me back my panties though. And he made me walk out first, just so he could be sure I wouldn’t stay behind and clean myself up.

As soon as I was out in the hallway, I busied myself by rearranging the cookie plate. I didn’t want to go back to the sofa without underwear, and I was also sort of waiting for Noah. I couldn’t help myself. Maybe we were both a little messed up, but at least we were a matching pair.

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