Grinning, I bit her lower lips into my mouth, salivating when she called out and her sweet heat flooded over my lips. I didn’t even like eating pussy. I’d get my dick sucked any day of the week, though. What could I say, I was a dude.
But Noa…
She tasted like candy, all sin and heaven. She touched herself while I flicked her bud with heated intent. Her perfect tits spilled above her hands.
Yeah, those were my thing.
Leaving her pussy, I laved her nipples, sucking and pulling them. My jeans were half down and my cock was ready for another dive into her heat. I physically ached for her, twitching under my fist as I pumped myself.
“Get naked with me.” She rolled my shirt off, looking like a kid in a candy store. I pulled my hair back, flashing her the eyes after she removed it. She shoved me. I assumed for being arrogant. She rolled her eyes. “Stop it.”
“You fucking stop.” We argued as good as we fucked.
Maybe even better.
After kicking off my jeans and my boxers, I took her lips. I entered her again. It was like being home inside this chick and what the fuck.
“Dorian,” she gasped, gripping my back. “God, Dorian.”
She placed her forehead against my shoulder, her soft skin damp with heat. I gripped the bed while still inside her, driving her into the sheets.
“Scream for me,” I goaded, arching, taking us both to our brink. “Come for me like you’re only mine.”
I could dick punch myself for it. Upon letting go of the bed, our fingers laced and not even a breath could be placed between us now. I owned her in this moment. She was mine.
“Dorian!” I picked up, hoping the condom I put on when we first got in her room would hold. I grunted, roaring into the room when she came around me…
And I wasn’t far behind.
Even still, I milked her, lost in the intense fucking heat that was Noa Sloane. We came down the high at about the same time, but even still, I didn’t let her get out from under me.
I tasted every inch of her, until it wasn’t possible that I’d missed anywhere. Eventually, I had her on her belly, beautiful, luscious skin facing me.
I traced invisible lines between every taste, studying how her dark almost black hair played against her naturally tan skin. This girl made Brazilian models look like amateurs, and I wondered if she maybe had some of that in her bloodline somewhere. Her brother wasn’t tan for shit, but Sloane obviously caught something somewhere in her gene pool. The girl was gorgeous.
And you’re acting like a fool.
I knew this as I was tracing invisible lines on her back between kisses. I stayed on one when she sighed and her entire body shuddered under my touch. She angled her head, looking back at me.
I watched her but didn’t stop playing. I watched her watch me, her gaze roving over my shoulders, my chest. Knowing her, I thought she’d send me to my back and attempt to be the little fighter I knew she was by straddling me.
Instead, she touched my hand, the free hand. Taking it, she tucked herself back into my chest. She hugged me close.
“It was a home break-in,” she said, her voice so soft in this room. She nestled into me. “My mom. She died in a home break-in. I barely remember. I was so young.”
I lay with her, feeling her steady breaths under my arms. I wondered why she admitted that to me.
But then again, I was tracing lines on her back.
In the moment after her words, things got real quiet. Normally, I’d leave right about now. I got what I wanted from her.
“Charlie’s death was my fault,” I said, not sure why I said it. Maybe because she’d admitted what she had to me. I shrugged. “I told him Principal Mayberry hadn’t left her husband. He went to her house after that. Went to run off with her after that.”
Nothing but silence filled the air, and I didn’t know what I expected her to say. Maybe all the things that were in my own head. How it was my fault, how it was my failure. Sloane didn’t hold back.
I hoped she wouldn’t in this case. I wanted her to give it to me good. I wanted to feel the cut of the words.
I deserved them.