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TEN

Noah

I laugh. I can’t help it. It’s good to see some spark in her after the way she was earlier.

Need for her is already pumping through every vein in my body. The sweet ache travels to the very tips of my fingers and toes as I consider how far I’m willing to take this tonight.

Even as I remind myself to be careful, I slide forward on the sofa until our thighs are touching. Her eyes go wide as I lean in. Our faces are so close I can feel her warm breath on my cheek, but we’re not kissing.

I lost myself to it last time. Forgot the rules.

I won’t be so stupid this time.

Despite the conversation we just had, Olivia’s gaze drops to my lips. Her lids drift and her long lashes flutter. Bloody hell. I’m already thinking about breaking the rules again.

I refuse to give in. I won’t cup the back of her neck, bring her mouth to mine to claim what we both want. Instead, I grip her chin, resting a thumb on those soft pink lips. Give her something else to keep her mouth occupied for a while.

Her mouth parts, and I push my thumb inside, demanding entrance like I want to demand entrance to every one of her holes.

“Oh, have I been keeping you waiting, hmm?”

She can’t answer around my thumb, and I don’t withdraw it to let her. Instead, I push her gently back until I’m bracing myself over her, my pelvis already nestled between her legs.

My cock is already hard.

I press closer, rocking my hips to let her know what’s coming. God, the way she moans around my thumb has me dangerously close to losing control.

I pull back, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside before I slide the sweatpants over my hips.

She watches hungrily as I fist my cock and stroke it slowly up and down. “You weren’t the one left hot and bothered the other night. Maybe it’s my turn to take what I want from you.”

She nods. A small jerky motion as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Y-yes. I want to do that for you.”

“I won’t be gentle,” I warn her.

“You don’t have to.” She sits up on one elbow, still watching while I tease my cock with my hand.

Well I like her spirit. She’s not doing this by halves, and I can admire that.

Stepping close, I bring my cock to her mouth, waiting as she tips her head and opens for me. As the tip slides over her tongue, I have to turn away from the eager look in her eyes. For a moment I concentrate on my breath, on keeping my knees steady as I thrust my hips and fill her mouth.

Jesus, she takes me deep. Not all the way, but she doesn’t pull back or lift a hand to stop me going as far as I want. I pull back myself when I feel her throat constrict and hear her gag.

Her eyes water, but she hasn’t moved. She’s still waiting there for me to use her face for my pleasure. I’m not sure even a better guy than I am could resist that.

Sliding a hand into her hair, I angle her face to my liking and sink my cock back between her lips. This time she closes them around me, cheeks hollowing out as she sucks me on the way out.

Christ, I need to be careful or I’ll get carried away again. She looks so sweet watching me through watery eyes. Mouth open for my use, expression hungry and willing.

I pump my hips, thrusting into her mouth until the sweetness threatens to overtake me. Reluctantly, I slow, pulling back to allow her a breather.

Or me. I’m enjoying this far too much already.

When she pulls back, saliva coats my cock and trails to her lips as she sucks in a long breath.

It’s not wet enough yet to shift me. Saliva doesn’t have quite the same qualities as tears or water.

The salt in tears makes them especially dangerous.

But it’s not far off. She pulls forward against my hold on her hair, licking up the base of my shaft and drawing a muttered curse from me.

“Tell me what you want. Your mouth feels amazing, but what do you want from me?”

“I—?” She colors and drops her gaze. “Whatever you want.”

I shake my head. “First mistake, Olivia. I’m not your boyfriend. This is a hookup. Don’t trust me to make you feel good. Demand what you want.”

Without giving her time to answer, I push her further back until her head is resting over the arm of the sofa. Then I lean over her to spread her legs and touch her over the thin yoga pants she has on as I plunge my cock back between her lips.

She parts her legs further, moaning around me as I use her mouth. At this angle, I can go deeper still and I take advantage. Soon I’m gritting my teeth, holding my own pleasure back while I rub her through her clothing, giving her enough pressure to make her hips roll as her need builds.

I love that this is turning her on like it’s doing to me.

That she wants this, even as she needs more.

She lets me take what I want from her without protest, and I want her to protest. I want her to demand her own pleasure.

I want her to chase it, to take it from me.

That’s how you fuck when there are no feelings involved.

Ruthlessly. Hungrily. Until you’ve slaked your lust on the other person just as they have with you.

That’s the first lesson Olivia needs to learn.

Her chest rises and falls with every rough circle of my fingers over her clit. Lifting her hips, she meets my touch, begging silently for more than what I’m giving her even as she drives me closer to my own orgasm every moment.

Usually I’d hold back. That’s the difference between men and women.

If I come too quickly, there will be a recovery period.

Usually I’d take care of my partner first several times.

Just because I’m ruthless in taking what I want doesn’t mean I don’t want them to enjoy themselves too.

But if she wants this from me, she needs to ask. To demand.

My hips pump in a steady rhythm. My balls tighten as she takes everything I demand of her.

I’m naked, but she’s still fully clothed, a fact I’d like to rectify. Only I don’t want to stop now.

All my pent-up frustration from the last few nights rises to a crescendo. All that need I refused to release until now.

Roughly, I yank her top up to bare small pert breasts. Her nipples are tight with need, their dusky pink color standing out starkly against Olivia’s pale skin. I remember how sensitive they are.

She cries out when I stop touching her pussy, but her mouth is busy. Cupping both breasts, one in each hand, I increase my speed until my orgasm is inevitable. I squeeze her, loving the way her back arches. She moans around my cock.

I don’t stop to ask if I can come in her mouth, I just unleash. I come right down her throat, and, panting, I pull back to look down at the needy mess I’ve made of her.

Olivia wipes a hasty hand across her mouth. She presses her legs together and I know she must be aching. But she sits, adjusting her hair and smoothing down her top.

“God damn it, Zeston. Ask me!”

She blinks. “Oh, but I thought…” She squirms and I can see her fighting herself. “I thought you were making a point about the other night.” Her cheeks are flushed, her hair a mess. She looks a picture of contrition and desire.

I should leave her like this and do just that.

Instead, a growl tears from my throat. “Do you need to come or not?”

“Yes.” The word is barely a whisper, but the look of need she shoots me has my spent cock twitching and sends a twist of guilt through me.

Dropping to my knees before her, I grasp the waistband of her pants and yank them over her hips. She gasps as I tug them free of her ankles and toss them aside. “Then ask me to make you come.”

“Make me…” She cuts herself off, blushing furiously, but I’m too impatient to wait any longer.

I pull one leg over each of my shoulders and dip my head toward her slick and swollen pussy. “Close enough.”

As soon as I get close, I can see how much she needs this. Her lips are plump and wet. The little nub of her clit pushes out from the hood, begging for my attention. Well she’s fucking got it.

Lowering my head, I take my first proper taste, and it nearly ends me.

Sweet, tart, full of womanly promise and rich flavor; she’s like my perfect meal. I’ve had one single taste and can already see how I could get addicted. I could live on my knees in front of this woman and never want to come up for air.

Ignoring that thought, I bend my mind to my task. I might have had my pleasure, but Olivia is still desperate for release. A state I’ve brought her to.

I thought I could do it, but I can’t leave her like this.

She cries out as I run my tongue along her labia, up to tease at her clit with a light touch. Another swipe of my tongue on the other side, and she’s practically vibrating with need.

Another day I could draw this out. I could make her suffer while she waits for me to give her what she wants. I could make her beg me.

Today she’s had it rough. She’s hurting and needy, already at breaking point.

Today is not that day.

It’s probably a bad sign that I’m already thinking about the next time even before this time is over.

I ignore that too, planting my mouth over her most sensitive place and suckling until her hips buck and she squeezes her thighs around my ears.

She gasps as I draw on her a little harder.

Moans when I use my teeth. By the time I’ve worked out what she likes, she’s writhing on the sofa, head thrashing from one side to the other.

Her eyes are squeezed shut while I play with her, hands clutching the sofa cushion as her back bows, pushing her cunt into my hungry mouth.

Not much longer now.

Using the flat of my tongue, I press right over her clit, firm and commanding, giving no quarter.

Olivia gasps.

Using suction and pressure, I work her hard. I cup her ass and keep her right where I want her. I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers as I thrust inside her, curling them to hit the spongy surface of her upper wall. I just keep right on going.

“Oh my god!” She lifts her head, clawing at the sofa as if she’s trying to get away. I’m worried she’s going to tell me to stop. Of course I would, though I don’t want to.

I press that secret place inside her, and with a final cry she shudders and bursts all over my face. Sweet liquid coats my lips and drips down my chin. I slow my frantic movements and drink it in.

Delicious.

Wet.

I barely register the shift until glowing tentacles are creeping up her legs, eager to savor the flavor better than I can with my mouth alone.

Olivia’s mouth drops open and she stares.

I’d stop and pull back, but there’s no taming my questing tentacles right now. I’d be worried about scaring her, but the look she’s giving me is anything but scared. Awed, slightly embarrassed. I’ve seen this expression enough times to know a woman who didn’t know she could squirt until now.

“Did I just—?”

I nod, giving her pussy one final kiss before I lift my head. “Your first?”

Her laughter is breathless, and my cock, which was already growing hard again, stiffens fully at the sound of that laughter. “Oh my god.”

Her head flops back onto the sofa.

“Next time you’ll know what to do, won’t you? And you won’t fight it.”

“Oh my god,” she says again weakly.

Listen to me. Next time? I nearly invited her back again tomorrow. Time to wrap things up here.