Page 64 of Vicious Arrangement
It didn’t matter how he did it.
Just that he did.
And never once made me come.
Not until I was crying, incoherent, begging, and even then… he picked me up and fucked me against the shower wall, and he didn’t come, and didn’t let me.
I could barely walk as he took me into the room and made me ride him on the sofa, on the bed, instructing me, and when he finally plowed into me to make me come, it was so wild and intense I couldn’t breathe and almost blacked out.
Then he went down on me.
Made me come again.
Asshole.
My cheeks are pure flame.
I look at him in the dark.
There’s a soft scratch on his door I know is Angus, but I hear his feet click down the hall, like he slept out here all night, and how he hears me awake, he can set down his sentry outfit and go to bed.
My heart swells. I love that dog. I love— I swallow. That dog.
Noah’s next to me, breathing softly and evenly and not snoring. I look at him once more.
He’s more innocent in sleep, at peace. Almost like demons hunt him in the day.
I pull back the cover.
It’s my second day off in a row. A luxury.
Fuck, he really is beautiful. Pure male perfection, and he’s sporting morning wood.
I ease him onto his back, not sure if he’s asleep anymore or just keeping his eyes closed as his breathing changes. It doesn’t matter.
I decide to give back, to get something for me. And so I press my lips into his warm, hard chest and kiss a path down, over his pecs, his abs, and then finally, I’m face to face with his cock. I lick him from tip to root and slip my finger as far as round him as I can so I can take him deep.
He fills my mouth, and I swish my tongue against him as I take him down as far as I can.
Noah groans as I touch the back of my throat. I suck hard, then come up, swirling my tongue all around his tip, and then I take him back deep.
I keep bobbing up and down on him, liking the feel and his taste, the steel and hot silk of him in my mouth, that girth that makes it a challenge to tongue him at the same time, liking how deep I can get him.
But as I start to rise, one of his hands curls in my hands.
“Hands behind your back,” he says thickly.
I do as I’m told, a little thrill racing through me at the order. He then takes control, pushing me right down so he hits my throat, and my gag reflex kicking in, making me swallow and choke, and he moans as I do.
He uses me, dragging me up and down in small hard bursts, and then pushing me down so he’s in my throat. I’m filled with him. All of him, and I can’t breathe.
It’s hot, my pussy aches and throbs.
As spots of white and black burst in my eyes he drags me off him, flipping us so he’s got my hands now, and he’s on top, and he shoves into me hard. He pushes my hands over my head.
This isn’t soft morning love making, it’s the epilogue of last night. Hard and rough and fast. And my pussy sings. Everything is humming, growing taut. Every thrust hits deep enough to spin my head, and he holds my hands.
All I can do is tilt my hips and wrap my thighs around him.
