Page 16 of Play Hard
He inhaled deeply, then released. “Your scent… Fuck! I can’t get that perfume out of my head.” He licked me again and again. “But the taste of you…summery and scintillating.”
I could hear his words but shit, the warmth of his tongue and the deep huskiness of his voice were wreaking havoc on my senses. I wanted him to tighten his fingers at my neck and to continue licking at my ear…biting me too. I wanted his words to grow raunchier, to give me commands and to announce the punishments when I didn’t acquiesce to them. I wanted his hands on me, his mouth, his tongue. I wanted his dick buried deep inside of me. Because then I would know for sure. I would know… what?
“Noah,” I whimpered.
“What’s my name, sweetness?” he demanded. “Say my fuckin’ name and stop playing with me the way you were out there.”
His fingers did tighten around my throat then. Not so much that it cut off my air or prevented me from speaking, but enough so that my back arched away from the door pressing my breasts farther into his chest.
“Yeah, that’s right,” he murmured and groaned. “Say it! Damn you, say it!”
He closed his teeth over my lobe and bit down until I gasped. Sparks of desire shot straight to my pussy, and I fisted my hands, slamming them into the door. “Dammit, Jordan.” I heaved; my eyes fluttering. “Jordan,” I whispered again. “Jordan.”
Some men preferred Daddy or even Sir, but from the first time I’d yelled, “Fuck you, Jordan!” when we were in the gym and he was taunting me through the remaining twenty squats I had in my set, Noah had been turned on. His eyes had grown dark that day and I thought he was going to abandon the workout, push me into the hallway and fuck me right in the stairwell. I wouldn’t have put up a fight if he had, not at all.
“Yesss, sweetness,” he said, once again burying his face in my neck. “Yessss.”
His free hand slid down to my shoulder where he squeezed before continuing its trek down my arm. Each brush of his skin over mine twisted me into a tighter knot, wringing out every ounce of resistance I had to him in the process.
“You said we couldn’t be together,” he spoke, his lips brushing the skin of my neck. “You said you didn’t want to continue as we were.” His hand found mine, still fisted against the door. He undid my fingers, brought my arm around, and pressed my hand against his rigid arousal.
I swallowed hard, then licked my lips. “We couldn’t,” I rasped. “We had to stop.” Then, not now, because shit, the last thing I wanted now was for him to stop touching me. For him to make me remove my hand from the thick length I still dreamed about. I gripped him hard, and he groaned. Noah loved feeling pain, just as much as delivering it.
“Why?” The solitary word sounded as if it were being ripped from his throat. It was so raw, so honest, so baffled. His hand was busy though, abandoning mine where he wanted it. Hisfingers moved to my waist, then down to my ass that he palmed with all the ownership I’d once granted him. “In the beginning we agreed to take it day-by-day. Neither of us were looking for forever.”
“But our futures were staring us in the face,” I shot back in a moment of clarity from the haze of arousal he’d woven around us.
His hand tightened at my neck, and he pulled his face back then so he could stare down into my eyes. “And in that future you saw what?”
Tears pricked my eyes as I could so easily look at him now and see that same future I’d secretly longed for back then. “Marriage, children,” I replied softly. “You didn’t want kids and you didn’t believe in the institute of marriage. There was…” I gasped because his fingers had tightened more and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to speak much longer, “no point.” I sucked in a breath. “No future.”
“You didn’t want those things either,” he snapped, his brow furrowed now. “You said you only wanted the present.”
I blinked, and one tear rolled down my cheek. “Until I wanted more.” I could admit those words now with all the truth they held in them even back then.
I’d started the argument with Noah intentionally because Sawyer said that he and my father were prepared to unseal Noah’s juvenile record and destroy any chances he would ever have to make something out of himself in adulthood. I don’t know how they found out about us, had no idea they’d hired guards to keep an eye on me while I was on campus. The independence I thought I’d gained once I moved out of my father’s house to embark on the beginning of the rest of my life was all a façade. My father and brothers had known every step I was taking and with whom I was taking those steps with. And they didn’t approve, would never approve of Noah Jordan,the fifteen-year-old boy who’d killed his mother’s boyfriend and ended up in a group home until he was eighteen.
NOAH
I shouldn’t have touched her. Fuck! I made the same mistake I’d made in that elevator by putting my hands and my mouth on her again.
I should’ve just told her to turn her pretty ass around and go back to the lake house for the duration of her stay in town. I should’ve refused to talk to her again after she stood me up last night. I should hate her lying ass after she broke my heart all those years ago.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
“You said you wanted me, Serra. Do you remember that?” My voice was so gruff and raw that I barely recognized it. My throat burned with every spoken word as long hidden agony pushed its way to the surface. That blazing anger that had roiled through me the day I stormed out of her dorm room had led me straight to the gym where I tried to release every bit of my rage.
I was angry because she hurt me. Pissed the fuck off because I’d let my guard down with her only to be disappointed. And fuckin’ homicidal at whatever forces had decided this was the life I was supposed to lead. I’d wanted to scream to the heavens, not “why me” like so many others I presumed would do, but instead, “whynotme?”
Why couldn’t she love me the way I was, in the way that I needed? Why couldn’t I ever have someone who would stay with me?
With all that still bubbling inside of me, I grabbed at the material of her dress, pushing it up over her hip. I didn’t want to release my hold on her neck. I loved the feel of my fingers there,loved the sound of her winded responses when they came. If I looked into her eyes right now, I’d see it—pure, unadulterated desire. Serra loved when I choked her, loved it more when I was buried balls-deep inside of her pussy while I did it. I loved that shit too. So damn much. And I’d missed it. I hadn’t put my hands on another woman like that in all these years because that pleasure was reserved for only Serra and me.
My fingers moved beneath the thin material of her panties until I could palm her mound. She squeezed my dick tighter, and I groaned. “Do it again, sweetness. Do it harder.”
When she did, I cursed and sank my teeth into her neck like I was fuckin’ Dracula awakened for my nightly feast. Her other hand moved from the door to grip the back of my head, holding me in place while she bucked her hips in my embrace.
“You were supposed to be my constant,” I said after forcing myself to pull my mouth away from her.
