Page 14 of Wicked Little Thoughts

“Noah,” I gasp again, drawing his gaze. I reach for him, my fingers touching his wrist attached to the hand still partially buried inside me. I wrap my fingers around his wrist and slowly pull them out.

Then, I force my shaky legs around his hips and pull as hard as I can.

“Fuck me now. Please.”

He clearly doesn't need to ask if I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. He lunges for me like a starving animal on a fresh meal, kissing me ravenously. I don't even mind the taste of myself on his tongue because he clearly likes it so much.

“I'm gonna last, like, two fucking seconds,” he warns me with a small laugh, lining himself up.

“Me too,” I reply, grinning and wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he meets my eyes. “I want to come on your cock.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, and then he's kissing me again, and I can feel the pressure of his cock against my entrance. I'm so wet and ready that he pushes in easily, though I feel like I have to hold my breath when he does.

He rests our foreheads together, like he needs to take a second as well. A shiver runs through him, all the way down his back, powerful enough I can follow its progression with my hands. I clench around him, wanting to get used to the feeling of him inside me, and immediately grin when he groansloudlyand his eyes roll back.

He mutters another curse, leaning down to mouth and kiss his way down my neck. His hands slide down my sides to my hips to hold me still as he pulls back and rocks his hips, less an actual thrust and more trying to push deeper. The pressure against my sensitive clit and the rocking motion feels so much better than his fingers, fuller, and it's enough to throw me right back to the edge of the orgasm I'd been on before he stopped.

“Just like that,” I whisper, or maybe I beg, I can't tell anymore. I dig my nails into his back and wrap my legs around him as tightly as I can. “Please, please, that feels so good,please.”

“Fuck, yeah. Whatever you want, darlin’,” he replies, just as softly, like he doesn't have the strength or breath to speak louder. He keeps rocking his hips, that perfect amount of motion and fullness, his body hot and heavy on top of mine, his breath warm on my neck as he kisses the sensitive spot above my pulse.

My orgasm creeps up on me slowly, but not like a secret. It feels like being slowly pulled down into quicksand or dragged under by a tide. The muscles in my legs keep tightening around him, my nails dig in hard enough I'm sure I leave marks. My jaw clenches and I can't catch my breath, my stomach bearing down as that coil tightens, tightens, and then releases.

Or, rather, explodes.

Over the ringing in my ears and the powerful waves of pleasure that sweep over me in the aftermath, I'm aware of him muttering another series of curses against my neck and thrusting a few more times, before he abruptly goes still with another shudder. Warmth of a different kind, heavy and liquid, fills me low in my belly as I feel him coming inside me.

I would be annoyed, but it's not like my locked legs and nails drawing blood from his back would have given him much of a choice. I knew how close he was and still begged him for more.

“Shit,” he sighs, nuzzling my neck. “Sorry.”

“You're paying for the room, you can pay for the cleaning too,” I say.

He chuckles and pulls me into his big, strong arms. “Whatever you say, Sloan.”

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I wakeup alone the next morning. The bed next to me is still warm, suggesting Noah hasn’t been up long. Yawning, I stretch out and roll over onto my stomach, then reach for my phone. Biting back a smile, I open a text from Kara.

Kara: So…how’s it going?

Me: I owe you fifty bucks.

Immediately, my phone rings. I bite my lip and press Answer, bracing myself for my friend’s reaction. She doesn’t disappoint.

“Haha, yes, bitch! How was it?”

“Pretty amazing,” I admit with a lazy smile. I sit up in the bed, wrapping the sheet around me as I cross my legs. “I hate to admit it, but there might still be some feelings there.”

“So just run with it,” she urges. “See where this goes.”

“That’s the thing, I’m not sure it can go anywhere. He’s so obviously a player. I’m worried I’m setting myself up to get hurt.”

“It doesn't have to be anything serious, you know,” she points out. “You haven't been in a relationship since Jeremy.”

I groan at the mention of my ex-boyfriend. Jeremy and I split up a year ago after I caught him cheating on me with one of his co-workers. Sure, it took me a while to move on, but just because I'm not out there jumping on every man that moves, doesn't mean I'm not over him.

“I know, but the thing is, I’m not sure I can do casual with Noah.”

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