Sugar - Page 68

“Noah…” It was starting. “Noah…” Almost there. “No—” My back arched as every muscle pulled tight and my pussy pulsed around his penetrating fingers. “—ahhhhhh…”

My arm dropped to the countertop as I panted and then gasped. His mouth took the place of my touch, devouring my folds, licking, and tasting. His hands gripped my hips as he scraped his teeth over my tender flesh, stabbing his tongue deep. My legs draped over his shoulders as he lifted me higher, pulling me off the countertop and against his devastating mouth.

The next orgasm came out of nowhere, crashing through me like a tidal wave and I screamed his name. I barely had a chance to process what happened as he lifted me in his arms and rushed me through his apartment.

Soft pillows surrounded me as I bounced down onto his mattress. My panties were gone. Next went my shirt, and then my bra. I was cold, then burning hot as his body blanketed mine, flesh to flesh. He reached between us and I watched him fit a condom over his straining cock.

He lifted a brow. “Open.”

My eyes narrowed. “Ask.”

“Avery, if I don’t get inside of you I’m going to go insane. Open your fucking legs.”

I twitched at his command, but my legs parted of their own volition. His hips wedged between my thighs as if they belonged there. He thrust in, and my back bowed, my fingers twisting in the covers.

His hips snapped forward, hard and fast, his hands groping my tits as his mouth kissed and licked my neck, biting at the sharp angle of my upturned jaw. I reached for his back, and he caught my hand, pressing it into the mattress.

“Noah—”

His mouth slammed over mine, and I moaned. He caught my other hand and pinned it in the pillows.

“Look at me, Avery.”

My attention jerked from his clamped hand holding mine, to his face, a frisson of discomfort spiking through me.

“I’m not hurting you. I’m taking you. Give yourself to me.”

My heart tripped out of rhythm as he leaned over me, filling me with his pumping cock, my hands totally useless as he held them over my head.

“Let go of my hands.”

“I don’t want to. I like pinning you down, same as you like having control.”

My pussy tightened, and I didn’t know why. This wasn’t right. He wasn’t supposed to restrain me.

“Noah, I’m not kidding. Let go.”

His hips slowed. “What if I promised—”

“I don’t want your promise. I want you to let go.” My hands were suddenly free.

He withdrew and rolled onto his back. “There.”

I frowned at him. “What are you doing?”

“You want control? Take it.”

My eyes narrowed. Was this some sort of trick? I watched him, once again not trusting his motives.

But we couldn’t stop now. I wanted to fuck him. My way.

Straddling his hips, I rose above his body and fit him against my slit. “Don’t grab my hands again.”

“One day, you’ll beg me to hold you like that.”

My jaw locked, and I sank onto him. “Not today.” Never.

My clit rubbed along his pelvis bone as I rode fast and hard.

His head tipped back in the pillows, his eyes shut, mouth tight. I frowned when I noticed his arms braced above his head as if tied there. Did he think his submission would upset me? Yeah, right.

So why was this less exciting than it had been a minute ago? “Look at me.”

His eyes flashed open, his expression blank as pools of blue watched me rock over him. His body stretched beneath mine, his ribs pressing against his skin as he breathed fast, but made no show of enjoyment otherwise. He wore a mask of indifference, and I hated it.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

He shut his eyes.

Damn it. What was he doing? Why wasn’t this getting me off? I climbed off of him and stood, circling in place, unsure how to make this better.

“Get up.”

He stood, and my mind blanked. I needed him to do as I asked and do more than just lie there.

“Fuck me against the wall.” I faced the wall and braced my hands against the surface, angling my ass out and bending my body at a sharp angle.

His thighs brushed mine, but he didn’t touch me with his hands. His cock nudged my entrance, and then he was in, fucking at such a sedate pace it was a wonder he stayed hard.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You tell me! You’re the one calling the shots.”

“Fuck me like you mean it!”

His hands clapped onto my hips, and he plunged deep. My head yanked back as he fisted my hair, my throat stretched at a vulnerable angle as his breath was suddenly at my ear. “Like this, Mistress?”

I sucked in a breath as my arousal slid down the length of his cock, his palm flattening on my belly and holding me to him. He sank deeper.

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