Perfectly Inappropriate

She slowly opened her eyes, revealing beauty he’d never seen before, sending adrenaline pulsing through his muscles. She licked her lips and he accepted the invitation, diving in for a kiss until he had her breathless. He continued to stroke her lower lips before moving up to her clit where he swirled the hard bud. Her ragged shudder made him ache.

“There’s a condom in my right pocket. Take it out.” She glanced down, and he tightened his fist in her hair. “No, Olivia, those beautiful eyes stay on me. Always.”

Her skin flushed, telling him orders alone aroused her, something he wouldn’t forget anytime soon. She grabbed the condom, her fingers skimming the side of his cock.

He clenched his jaw muscles, fighting against the carnal urges she brought out. “Remove my pants,” he told her.

She fumbled a little with his belt but soon managed to slide his pants as well as his boxer briefs down. His cock strained against the heat in her eyes and against all that soul desperate to give him so much.

She kept her eyes locked on his, a slight tremble rocking her body. He knew why—Olivia found being dominated arousing. That act alone would make her wet and hot. He simply fed into that game, letting her sweet submission fuel his arousal in the same way.

He inhaled against the desire pulsating through him. “Put on the condom.”

Following his instructions, she never looked away from him while she opened the wrapper. Then her soft fingers slid around his shaft. “Stop,” he growled, his muscles quivering. “Give me a taste of that.” She stroked him gently. He groaned, his forehead falling down to hers. “Yeah, angel. Just like that.” Christ, she felt good. So. Fucking. Good.

When he looked at her again, she was a shivering mess of need. “Condom?” she barely whispered.

He nodded. “Yeah. Condom. Now.”

She slid the condom over his engorged cock with shaky hands. Her beautiful eyes trapped him while he tightened his fingers in her hair again, pinning her right where he wanted her. Keeping one foot on the lower stair, he held her hip and entered her in one swift stroke, and she arched with a soft moan.

“Don’t stop looking at me like you are right now,” he growled, thrusting his hips as she stretched to accommodate him. She was tight and wet and so fucking hot. She smelled so good, like fresh flowers. And as her soft moan spilled out over him, he discovered being inside her was the best thing of all.

He could practically taste their chemistry on the air, and he became lost in the soul she presented to him. He slid in farther, a groan spilling from his lips as her tight heat hugged his cock. He released his grip on her hip, hooking her leg around his arm to bury himself deeper. To get more of her. He tugged that leg back until his palm lay flat against the wallpapered wall just above the wainscoting.

His mouth closed on hers again out of pure need to taste her. The sweetness she offered him called to him on a primal level as he kissed her deeper. He naturally increased his thrusts, seeking more pleasure, and her mouth broke away from his with her gasp. Her chin tilted up, eyes closed, and that he allowed her, the pleasure overwhelming him all the same.

Grunts he could not control began spilling from his mouth. Her sweet pussy squeezed him like a vise with her rising climax. Her dampness spread across his sack. He fisted his fingers, commanding her, desperate for the intensity to pulse through him.

Hot pleasure swept over him. Her inner walls clamped against his cock, slowly drawing him away from her and into his needs. Every hard thrust forward only intensified the pleasure. Every pound of his hips only stole his mind away more. Until he felt himself fade into the sizzling euphoria. Before he lost all control, he nipped the flesh at her neck. Her breath hitched once, then she screamed her pleasure and gave a hard shudder, writhing between him and the wall.

And with a roar, he fell over the edge with her.

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There were orgasms. And there were orgasms with a capital O.

Olivia had experienced the latter and her legs were wobbly as she slid onto the stool at the island in the kitchen. The space was homey and as charming as the rest of the house with the island being the only place to eat at. The rest of the area contained antique white cabinets and wood countertops. Noah had gone into the bathroom to dispose of the condom while she got dressed again. When he returned, he wore only his jeans, no belt. His back was to her as he grabbed sliced meats from the fridge. This man was more than a man…he was a god.

A sex god.

She smiled to herself, feeling like all the tension that had been in her body ever since walking into her

bedroom that one day had up and vanished. Even if Cameron had been her only lover, they’d had a lot of sex over the years. But she’d never had sex like this. Maybe it was Noah’s passion or sensuality or dominance, Olivia couldn’t quite put a finger on what made him such an incredible lover. But whatever it was, Olivia wanted more.

So. Much. More.

When he moved away from the fridge, she noticed it was stocked. “Aren’t you afraid your family will show up here?” He was standing there half-naked after all.

“I’m the only one who comes here anymore.” He gave her a quick look over his shoulder and an even quicker smile. “Your voice is a bit scratchy there.” He gestured at the glass of water in front of her.

She laughed softly. “Oh, I wonder why that would be?” She took a sip of the crisp cool water, immediately easing her dry throat. She lowered the glass and got back on topic. “It’s a shame that no one else comes to visit this place. A house like this should be full of friends and family.”

“You won’t hear me disagreeing with you there.” He reached for the whole grain bread on the counter and began making sandwiches.

Olivia noted all the fresh veggies in front of him and the apples and bananas on the counter. Something didn’t add up. “If it’s just you that comes here, then how did you get all this fresh food?” They hadn’t picked anything up on the way.