A Million Guilty Pleasures (Million Dollar Duet 2)

Noah moaned. “You’re … very talented.”

“I have a great teacher.” I took a step back and made fast work of his pants. “I think you’re up to snuff now, big boy.”

The Wonder Peen sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around it, steadying it so that I could take a proper measurement. I was impressed. Like, really impressed. Noah measured in at a little over nine inches and all that, had been inside me, and was about to be inside my ass. Admittedly, I was a bit intimidated.

“And there you have it,” he said with a cocky grin and a twinkle in his eye. “Proof that your boyfriend’s cock truly is the holy grail of penises everywhere.”

I rolled my eyes and tossed the ruler to the side. “Just how much of that speech did you hear?”

“All of it.” He stepped toward me and took the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head.

“And now you’ve got a big head over it, huh?” I asked, unbuttoning his shirt. I kissed the newly exposed skin, inhaling his scent and memorizing each indentation of the muscles in his chest.

“Well, I think we just proved that, now didn’t we?” He kicked his shoes off and reached forward, flicking the clasp at the front of my bra and releasing it so that the straps could fall down my arms. “And it’s all yours, baby,” he said before cupping my breasts and suckling at one of the nipples. “Jesus Christ, I want you so fucking bad.”

It didn’t take either of us much longer to have the other completely undressed, and before I knew it, I was sprawled out on top of the bed with Noah’s head between my thighs.

“Mmm, you taste so sweet, kitten,” he mumbled against my soaked flesh.

His tongue flicked at my clit rapidly before he covered it with his mouth and sucked gently, all while still manipulating it with his very talented tongue. I brought my knees up and closed my thighs around his head, moaning at the sensation of his scruffy beard against my sensitive skin as he worked me over. Two fingers pushed and pulled inside me, while two more worked my back entrance. He was priming me for the invasion, so I relaxed as much as I could, enjoying the other sensations he gave me as a distraction. Before long, I found myself actually pushing forward to meet the thrust of his fingers, wanting even more.

“Yeah, you want it, too, don’t you?” I could only whimper in response. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’m going to give it to you. I just need to make sure you’re ready first.”

I came hard, rocking my hips back and forth and then stiffening as the orgasm took over my body and rendered me unable to move. Noah carefully removed his fingers and crawled up the bed to lie on his side next to me. Tender kisses were placed along my shoulder and neck until my breathing finally evened out and I could see straight again. Noah gathered me up into his arms and turned me so that my back was to him. And then he entered me from behind, in the traditional sense.

He made love to me slowly—holding me tight as he whispered words of admiration and love into my ear.

“I love you so much,” I told him, kissing the palm of his hand, because it was one of the very few parts of him to which I had access.

“I know you do, baby.” He nuzzled the sensitive skin on the back of my neck. “I love you, too. Jesus, you feel so unbelievably good.”

But I could give him more. “Noah, I’m ready,” I told him, sensing he was waiting for my permission before going any further.

“Are you sure?” He kissed along the length of my neck to my ear. “I want to … really fucking bad, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You and I both know that you could never hurt me,” I reassured him. “Please?”

Noah reached over me and grabbed the bottle of lubricant he’d brought up from his office. He didn’t pull away from me as he squirted a little on his fingertips and then spread it around my rear opening. All the while, he was still moving inside me.

“This will be a first for me, too,” he whispered, kissing my shoulder. He pulled out of me and began to coat himself with the lubricant.

“You’ve never done this before?” I asked, stunned.

“No. So if it hurts too much, I need you to tell me. Okay?” I could feel the head of his dick at my entrance, applying a little pressure.

I nodded, holding my breath because I was nervous, but I really wanted this first for both of us. Finally, something he and I would have that no one else could ever take away.

I felt him push forward slowly, more pressure. And then with one very quick, very short thrust, he was inside me. I gasped at the burning sensation and stiffened, holding my breath once again and willing the fire of the stretching pain to subside. Tears sprang to my eyes unbeckoned, like a little girl who’d just fallen and scraped her knee, only this was so much bigger than that. My body’s natural instinct was to push him out, but I held still and squeezed my eyes shut instead, unwilling to move or breathe for fear it would only make it worse.

“Breathe, kitten. You have to breathe.” Noah’s strained voice was almost a whisper as his shaky hands stroked my arms lovingly and peppered my shoulders with tender kisses. “Just breathe and try to relax. It’ll get better.”

I exhaled a long breath and tried my damnedest to loosen the muscles in my body. He was right—once I started to relax, the pain subsided a bit.

“Keep going,” I told him.

Noah’s voice was raspy, his body trembling. “Are you sure? I’m not even all the way in yet. That was only the head.”

What!?

I nodded my head quickly, my jaw feeling the pressure of my clenched teeth. I inhaled deeply and then exhaled again, readying myself for yet more pain. I could do this. I could do it for him. “Just … go slow,” I said, unable to keep the strain out of my voice.

“I’m hurting you. We’re not doing this,” he said, and I felt him back away as if he were about to pull out, which I absolutely could not let happen.

“No! I want this. Please, Noah, let me give this to you. Give this to me,” I begged, and then pushed back into him slightly to prove how much I wanted it.

I heard him groan. A groan of pleasure, not frustration. I did that to him. Then I felt his warm, soft, wet lips along my shoulders again as he began to move inside me, oh so slowly, once more. It wasn’t nearly as painful, just uncomfortable. But the more he moved, the deeper he went, the more I loosened up and started to enjoy the sensations. An involuntary moan escaped my lips, and I felt his arms tighten around me and his breathing became heavier. I wanted to know that it felt good to him, too; I wanted to hear him say it.