Page 14 of Vicious Arrangement (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #7)

Chapter Thirteen

ARIA

He drops his hand, and he leans in like he’s going to kiss me, and I start melting.

But he doesn’t.

“I’m going to fuck you stupid,” he whispers in my ear.

Then he lets me go, spinning me and lifting me in his arms. Noah carries me to the bed.

“You’re wet.”

Heat engulfs me, and he laughs. “I meant you in general. Considering the towel and you weren’t exactly trying to drag me to bed, I figure you were in your shower and were suddenly overcome by an urge to snoop so strong you had to go right there and then.

Of course…” He moves his hand as he dumps me on his bed and slides a finger along my pussy’s slit.

“Now you mentioned it… you seem wet, but I should check. For science.”

“I thought you were a superhero,” I snap.

“A lot of superheroes were scientists…”

Asshole.

He moves fast, fingers parting me, and two of them push in, making me scream out with the sudden, pleasurable invasion.

Noah rubs his thumb along the side and up to my clit to play with it. “Definitely wet.”

But then he comes up over me, his fingers still working me as he kisses me.

This isn’t the kiss outside my apartment.

This is a slow singing seduction, one where I fall apart, whimpering as I kiss him back.

I love his taste, it’s danger and comfort, and a walk on the wild side, it’s dark spaces made for slow, methodical exploration and something akin to the softness within bones.

The kiss is something I could lose myself in forever, and maybe in losing myself, I’d find myself all over again. It’s like an out of body experience and I can’t get enough.

With the slow strokes of his fingers in me and the swirl of his thumb over my clit, he draws me into him, every time he lightens the kiss and pulls back, I follow.

When he comes on harder, I let him sink into me, only to turn it on him and tease and dance with his tongue.

Waves of pleasure start rolling over me until I break the kiss.

I throw my head back and gasp, crying out as he drives me over the edge into an orgasm.

When I come back, the little rolling waves washing over me, I somehow manage to sit up, and he’s removing his suit, down to his boxer briefs.

His eyes glitter as he looks down at me, spread before him, thighs open.

He kisses my pussy, sinks down, and then he moves up my body to suckle and bite my breasts, rolling one nipple in his fingers before he releases the other to go to the next.

Back and forth he goes.

My nipples are sudden powerhouses of sensitivity, wired into my clit, and I shudder on the brink of coming again with each little bite he bestows.

Finally, he kisses me again, this one darker, more primal and I kiss him back like a goddess out for blood. I bite his lip, move to his throat, and bite him there too. He marked me, after all, I suddenly need to mark him back.

And he growls.

It coils in me deep within me, heating my blood.

“You’re something of a superhero yourself, using your towel to cover all your fucking weapons, and here I am, falling at your feet, powerless not to do this.” And Noah pushes off me, sinking to the ground. When his tongue touches my pussy, I scream.

“But my power is I think I could live forever on your nectar. Is that a power? It should be. You taste like musk, you’re sweet and salty, I’d fucking devour a dessert like you. Kill every fucker who dared go in for a lick. Because fuck them. You’re mine, Aria. The sweetest, purest song.”

He’s babbling.

I don’t care.

My head spins, and I think my mind’s babbling too.

Inside I’m squealing the words yes, and more and when he licks me again, I scream for real.

It’s a slow, long slide of his tongue, pushing up into me and out.

Then down, he licks outside my pussy, along my inner lips.

He licks around my clit, and I’m half mad for more.

Every single thing he does is instantly the center of my universe.

His tongue strokes against my left inner thigh. Fuck yes.

He slides it into me. Oh god.

And then Noah shatters my mind. He starts to fuck me with his tongue, deep inside, as deep as it can go, and he does things with it, widens it, licks, and it’s so soft and hard and… and then…

I scream again as he thrusts three fingers into me, and his lips close over my clit.

He beats his tongue against my clit and licks, then beats and licks.

And his fingers fuck me in unison, a wild beat that builds and builds.

I can see, literally see, the orgasm coming.

It’s big, wild, bright, barreling toward me, and then it’s there, engulfing me in a firestorm that consumes every single part of me.

I have no idea if I stop breathing or not, and the pleasure is so intense that he doesn’t just bring it down one notch, that a slower storm moves in, undulating everywhere. When the orgasm settles I find myself gasping, moaning, crying. I’m crying. Tears wet my face.

Noah rises up, all arrogant, knowing what he did and also a touch of a man who’s hit by something new. He’s so damn hard to work out. The suit… that… his jokes… God.

He shucks his underwear, and his cock springs forth, and I can’t stop staring.

I’m a nurse. I’m not a virgin.

I’ve seen dicks. I know what they’re like. I’ve seen impressive ones before, but this…

It deserves prizes. I already knew it was something when I accidentally felt him up, but this… “If you entered that in a show, you’d win. And yes, I think I’d go down on you in a disgusting bar bathroom.”

He stares at me. “You’re so strange.”

“Right back at you, Captain Asshole.”

I somehow manage to sit up, and I lean in, tracing it with my finger and then, glancing up, with my tongue.

He breathes in sharply. “Holy fuck.”

He’s big, and I hold his shaft, my pussy already aching again for a taste of him too, and I open my mouth, licking the tip, exploring that mushroom head, liking the salt of his precum as I start to draw him into my mouth. I get him halfway in before he groans and holds me still.

“I want…” he says.

I run my tongue as much as I can on his silk steel rod and hollow my cheeks, sucking, and he groans, his hands still holding me as he suddenly pushes right in, balls to my chin, and I gag and choke on him.

Then he pulls out and staggers back. “Yeah, better than I thought. Fuck. You’re a dangerous woman.”

Noah comes back to me, and this time he flips me so I’m on my knees.

I struggle up onto my hands when he pushes into me from behind, and with one hand, shoves me down so I’m ass up, face on the cloud bed.

Then he starts to move. I expect hard and fast. But he grips my hips, stroking into me in long, slow plunges.

I feel him everywhere. He’s so fucking deep in this position, and here, he’s hitting all the right places even more than he does in missionary.

Christ, so far he’s batting two for two, three for three if we count the oral, which I am. And then I just close my eyes and let him fuck me. In this position, he’s got all the power. At most, I can push back, but he’s holding my hips to control that.

“So fucking tight and wet. You’re a marvel, I could never get sick of this.

Next time, I’m making you sit on my face and then I’m tying you up.

Fuck I might just make you meet me at a dirty bar in a slutty dress to go to the bathroom so I can have you on your knees while I bury my cock down your throat until I come. ”

I moan louder, he’s speeding up a little, hitting harder, deeper, and it’s good, it’s so fucking good.

He growls and then continues his dirty talk, making my libido strike, and even though he’s fucking me, I’m wanting it harder, filthier, kinkier. Spank me, tie me up, make me suck you off in a dirty bar.

“And after I’ve come down that pretty throat, after you’ve messed your dress with drool so every fucking moron in that bar will know what you did and want a piece of the same, which they will not get. Because no one’s touching you. No one other than me. But they’ll want to.”

He’s stroking in longer and rougher now, not bothering about going too deep like can happen in this position, and there’s the slight dull pain for a moment, but it fades and is taken over by pure desire and pleasure, and I moan loudly, trying to push back to get him even harder and deeper, and he complies.

“You’re not leaving yet. You’re gonna fucking lick me clean all around the head and shaft, suck on my balls, and then you’re going to get me hard again. And when I’m hard, I’m bending you over that broken sink and fucking your ass.”

I come.

Instantly.

There’s no buildup. I’m flying high on filth and desire and all his nasty words, and then I’m shattering, convulsing, my whole body spasming and clamping down on him, and I come hard.

I think I scream again. The word yes reverberates, and somewhere Angus barks.

“Holy fuck.” Noah slams into me, coming then, too. He spurts inside me and the warmth of his cum along with the twitching of his cock is so good I moan again.

He slumps down on me and kisses my shoulder, then pulls out, rolling over. I lay there, spread eagled, naked. A towel falls on my back and then some items land on the bed.

“Got to think of a better catchphrase than holy fuck,” he mutters. “Bars of soap, shampoo and conditioner. All in their packaging. I use those, no bottles. Better for the environment, or at least that’s what Carrie told me.”

I cast an eye around him, and he’s naked, perfect, his cock at half mast and wet from me. “I’m rinsing off, and then I need to get to work. Be gone when I get out or we’ll both be missing work today.”

He disappears into his shower, and I drag myself up, grabbing the three bars and wrapping myself in the towel.

I rush out through the open pocket doors and down the hall to my room, where Angus stands, half in the room, half in the outdoor space, and he gives me a reproachful look.

“Yeah, Angus, I know.”

In the rain shower, I try the bars. They’re all different shapes, and they smell like linen, all of them. Linen in the sun. Soft, spare, clean.

When I dry off, I open a drawer, and sure enough, there are more bars. I didn’t even open this one because who puts shampoo and body wash in such a thin drawer? People who give you organic and environmentally friendly bars of the stuff.

And I’m pleased he uses stuff like this, even if he was made to, even if I don’t. But I will now.

I’m still babbling in my head. That was… that was… insane. Stupid. Something I can’t keep repeating.

His dirty talk makes me shake because it turned me on like no other words. Maybe it was the hot sex. Maybe it was who said it. I think it might be both.

When I’m dressed, I’m ready to take Angus for a quick little exploration of the area, maybe a run.

None of the workers are here, as Carrie, the personal chef, and the gardener were here yesterday. Which is good. No one is here to have heard my shame.

Noah’s gone when I head out. Though his door’s mostly shut, I don’t peer in. I don’t feel his presence, thank goodness. I’m alone, just Angus to bear the burden of my shame. I head down the stairs, and we go down the hall toward the elevator when a gasp grabs my attention. I come to a dead stop.

A girl, maybe twenty-one, is there, she’s in jeans and a top with a small logo on it.

“Hi,” I say, eyeing the pile of washing in a cart that she’s wheeling to a room behind the kitchen. It’s open, and it’s clearly the laundry room.

She squeaks and doesn’t answer.

Oh hell. My bed. It was stripped clean. Because those are my sheets.

The girl’s blushing, and it hits me. She might have been up there, cleaning my room, taking my sheets when we were fucking.

Shit, she’s not only heard everything, me screaming like a banshee in the throes of orgasm, but probably got an eyeful.

Now heat engulfs me. I pat my pocket to make sure I have my keys. And I mutter to Angus. “Yes, Angus, we’re going for a run, and then I’m taking you back here before I go to work. For the next twelve hours.”

And then, I press the elevator button, and rush in the moment it opens, the seconds it takes to close are hours long.

Crap.