Page 48 of The Caretaker
“Oh God, right there, right there,” I panted as he rotated his hips, striking my bundle of nerves with precision.
“Yeah? Right there, beautiful?” he asked huskily as the sound of our slicked skin slapping against each other filled the room.
“Yes,” I hissed, then shouted as I orgasmed between us.
Noon slowed, giving me a moment to come down from my climax. A moment in which I both thanked and cursed God for making this degree of pleasure possible.
He braced his palms along the wooden desk in preparation for his own release. His gaze asked if I was ready. He began surging in and out of me without mercy before I nodded yes.
I cried out, unable to escape him as the desk screeched across the floor from the impact of his thrusts. I felt him everywhere.From the apex of my thighs to my fingertips. Noon gnashed his teeth, fighting his body’s need for release.
“Come,” I panted, holding on to him for dear life.
“It’s too…soon,” he said, neck straining as his cock expanded within me.
“There’s always later,” I reminded him, because Noon made love as if it were the last time every time, as if he needed to make it count. “I need your cum in me right now.” My words were saturated in desperation. I wouldn’t feel complete until he finished inside of me, until he gazed down at me in wonder, as if he hadn’t experienced anything like me before. I craved it. Had become an insatiable creature because of it.
Noon barked a shout, crashing into me once more, the desk lifting then slamming to the floor again as he flooded my hole with his cum. He grunted, pressing his hips forward, ramming his cock into me again as I begged him not to pull out until I had it all.
“The things you say when I’ve got my dick inside of you,” Noon whispered once he’d blinked back to awareness, his cock jerking with aftershocks. “Have I corrupted you?”
“That’s one way of seeing it,” I said, stretching my neck to meet his chaste kiss.
“What’s the other way?”
“Maybe you’ve freed me.”
“Possibly,” he said. “But then how do you explain the heat that floods your cheeks as soon as we’re done and my cum starts leaking out of you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answered coyly. “You’re a human furnace. Do you even know how hot you are?”
Noon’s guttural laugh made my toes curl and my opening spasm. “Deflection and innuendo,” he said, impressed, brushing his knuckles over my burning cheeks. “Don’t ever change, beautiful. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“Perfect for you, perhaps.”
“Perfect all the same.” He straightened, staring down at the hickeys and cum covering my chest. “God, how long has it been now?” He swirled a finger through the mess on me before licking the digit clean.
“Two weeks and one day,” I answered. That was how long it’d been since we’d first made love.
“And I still can’t get enough of you,” he said, swirling and licking again.
“You say it like it’s a problem. The feeling’s mutual,” I promised. Noon hauled me up with a firm grip to my neck before bending for a dirtier kiss. One that demanded I cede control to him. I did so willingly, drinking in his possession of me.
The kiss and mild strangulation left me devastated and slightly wheezing. My hair clung to my sweaty face and back, and my lips were swollen and sensitive. “Beautiful,” he whispered, forcing my mouth open with a cum-slicked finger. I sucked on it as he fussed with my hair, turning me into the picture of perfect debauchery, something that had been deliciously tainted.
“Noon.” I groaned in complaint when he strode to the windowsill for his camera. I shielded my face, and he struggled to take the photos one-handed while trying to drag my hands away.
“I’m going to hide that thing.” I chuckled, giving in to him once he had me on my back again. He was too absorbed in what he was doing to reply, so I indulged his need to capture me like this for a minute longer before rolling away and vanishing through the door.
“I’m going take a bath,” I said as he followed behind, the camera flash flickering.
“I’ll join you.”
“No cameras allowed,” I replied over my shoulder, turning a corner. He continued to snap away. I’d created a monster.
“I can’t help it,” Noon said after we’d submerged ourselves into the soapy water. He took pictures of my scowl from his side of the freestanding tub. He’d worn me down until I agreed to let the camera into the bathroom. “Especially when you make those fake angry faces.”
“Fake?”
