Page 4 of Law Man (Blue Collar Bad Boys #4)

Riley

I thought that after finding out that I’m a virgin, Noah wouldn’t want me, but he’s kissing me with even more enthusiasm than before.

Actually, I never thought that I’d be in this position at all, sitting on his lap with his hands on my hips, his tongue in my mouth.

Even in the fantasies I allowed myself to explore, we never kissed like this.

It seems like today is full of surprises, both good and bad.

Moving on instinct, I try to get closer. When I do, something pokes my thigh and Noah growls. Worried that I’ve done something wrong, I pull away, my stomach swooping when I see his lips glistening with the evidence of our passion.

“I’m sorry,” I say again, my face burning with embarrassment that I’ve already done something wrong. “Did– Did I sit on something?”

That question draws another low, guttural noise out of him. I’m not sure why, but it settles in my stomach, between my thighs. I’m suddenly aware of the fact that I’m wet down there, too.

“What?” I ask, the word coming out breathier than I intended. It’s like I have no control over my voice, and I can only blame Noah for it.

Noah shakes his head, a wicked smirk on his face. Raggedly, he says, “I might be even worse than that bastard.”

I don’t get what he means at first. Then, I shift slightly, and the hardness resting against my backside twitches. It starts to dawn on me that I might be the reason for what I’m sitting on.

“You don’t know what this is?” he says, pushing his hips up against me.

“I–” He grinds up against me again, and I suck in air through my nose. “I think I have an idea.”

“You want to tell me what you think it is?” he asks, his grip on my waist getting tighter as he pulls me down against the bulge.

“I– I don’t want to be wrong,” I admit as I close my eyes.

I’d hate to embarrass him in case I’m sitting on a nightstick or a flashlight.

I know what men have down there, of course, and I know that it gets hard, but it’s impossible to imagine that anything could start off soft and become that rigid.

“That’s my cock,” he says, the vulgar word making the wetness between my legs even more pronounced. He pumps his hips up at me again. ”I’m hard as a rock just from kissing you, baby.”

How is the way he’s talking making me feel like I’m boiling? I might melt into a puddle right here on his lap. Actually, I think that I’m already melting into a puddle.

“This happens when I’m turned on,” he continues, leaning forward and kissing my neck.

I grip his shoulders tightly, my head cloudy with a need I can’t name.

I almost don’t realize that his hand is drifting up my inner thigh.

He swipes his fingertips over the wetness that’s been accumulating there.

“Looks like you’re turned on too, baby girl. ”

“That–” I start, swallowing hard, my hips chasing his touch. “This has never happened to me before.”

“It hasn’t?” he asks, nipping at the column of my throat.

“No, I…” I try to put my thoughts together while Noah continues to lightly run his fingers over my most private parts through my cotton panties. “I… I think it’s because of you.”

“Is that right?” Noah says as he kisses his way up to the pulse point beneath my ear. “I’m turning you on?”

“Y-yes,” I reply as my hips twitch forward and goosebumps pebble my arms. “But, I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Fuck,” he curses, his touch getting even more firm. He nibbles on my earlobe, and I whimper loudly. “Don’t you worry. I’ll take good care of you. I’m going to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before.”

“Please,” I say, not caring what he does to me. I want it. I want anything he’ll give me.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Noah pulls my panties to the side. Then, he pushes two fingers into my opening. I can’t stop myself from whimpering at the intrusion.

His mouth finds mine again. I do my best to kiss him back, but I can’t do much more. The sensation of his fingers inside of me is overwhelming. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I wonder why I’ve never done this to myself.

“You’re so wet,” Noah says in awe. “You wanted me this bad, baby?”

“Yes,” I say, swallowing down another word that threatens to come out. I keep my mouth clamped shut, in fear of embarrassing myself.

I could gush about how much I want him, about how long I’ve wanted him. But instead, I focus on the way he’s fingering me. I keep my mind on the delicious stretch, and the way his thumb occasionally brushes over something above my opening that makes my legs tremble.

There’s something building in my gut. I feel like I might explode, but I can’t tell him to stop. I want to find out what happens. There’s an edge I’m about to tumble over, and I want to be in Noah’s arms when I fall.

“You make the prettiest sounds,” he says, and truthfully, I hadn’t even realized I was making any noise. It’s like my body is reacting to him without my permission. I love having him in complete control of me. “Have you ever cum before, baby girl?”

“I– I don’t think so,” I admit, grinding against his touch on instinct, chasing whatever’s about to come next.

“You’d know, baby,” he assures me, the deep timbre of his voice adding to the way he’s touching me. “There’s nothing like it.”

“Oh,” I say, but it turns into a moan, my voice reverberating off of the walls of Noah’s office.

He chuckles, leaning in and kissing my neck again. I feel like I might ascend to a higher plane. All of this attention is too much for my brain to handle.

As he continues to kiss my throat with reverence, he asks, “Do you want to cum? Do you want me to give you your first orgasm?”

“Please,” I whimper, holding onto his shoulders so tightly that my fingers hurt.

He keeps going, but now his focus shifts to the bundle of nerves above my opening. My whole body freezes up. I can’t do anything but sit here and take everything that he’s giving me.

The release hits me like a train. I start babbling, hardly cognizant of what I’m saying. My body clenches, nearly convulsing in pleasure as my pleasure builds to a crescendo.

I’m reaching my peak, and I throw my head back. Then, unable to hold back that word any longer, my mouth drops open, and I cry out, “Daddy!”

That gives Noah pause, but after a tiny break in his ministrations, he starts again, going even more enthusiastically than before. I’m so caught up in my pleasure that I can’t find it in me to feel embarrassed about the slip. If anything, it seems to encourage him to give me more of what I want.

He works me through my first orgasm, not stopping until I slump against him, making whimpering noises. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer against him. I can still feel his hard cock against me, but I don’t know what to do with it.

“I– I’m sorry for…for calling you that,” I say when I finally catch my breath, my face burning as the shame fully sinks in.

“Baby girl, you have to stop apologizing,” Noah says. “Daddy is always going to make you feel good.”

Another sharp tendril of pleasure shoots through me. I don’t know if this is a normal part of having sex, but I don’t care if it’s normal or not. I’m still recovering from my first orgasm, but I already want more, and it’s all because Noah’s calling me his baby and letting me call him daddy.

“I– I wanna make you feel good, too,” I say after a moment.

He groans as he reaches for his belt. Electricity climbs up my spine as he pulls out his member.

I can’t see it, the hem of my dress covering both of our laps.

But then he pulls my panties to the side again.

This time, instead of his fingers, I’m met with the blunt head of his cock sliding through my folds.

“Can daddy put it in?” he asks me, and I realize that he’s restraining himself for my sake.

“Please, daddy,” I say, the term already feeling at home in my mouth.

I gasp, sucking in air as he enters me. His length is so much thicker than his fingers, and I feel like I’m being split open in the best way. However, I only get to soak up this experience for a few thrusts before we’re interrupted.

At first, neither of us responds to the knock on Noah’s office door. Then, there’s another, more insistent series of bangs on the door. Noah grits his teeth and barks out, “What?! And don’t come in; I’m in the middle of something.”

“Sorry,” the officer says. “We have a lead on the perp from the library. You told us to let you know the minute we found anything.”

Immediately, I stiffen. Noah slips out of me, making a shushing sound as he does. I clamber to my feet, adjusting my dress and panties. He stands too, tucking himself back into his pants.

“I have to go deal with this,” he says, cupping my cheek and pulling me in for a reassuring kiss. “You stay here in the office. You’ll be safe.”

“Okay,” I say, even though the thought of his leaving makes me want to cry.

He’s right, though. As long as I’m in the police station, I’ll be safe. Plus, he’s leaving to get information on the man who attempted to assault me a few hours ago. Still, my stomach sinks as Noah walks out the door, leaving me alone.