Wild Nights (6 page)

Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, she rested her hands on her hips, curled her fingers around the thin waistband of her thong and slowly started pulling them down. Noah moved so he was standing in front of her once more, his gaze locked on the prize she was about to reveal.

But then it got a little complicated, what with the way she was positioned on the bed. The panties became tangled around her knees and she nearly pitched herself forward, reaching out a hand and bracing herself on the bed before she fell into it face first. She rolled over onto her back and started to laugh, the panties still hanging around her knees, her skin flushed and beautiful.

Without thought he undid the buttons on his vest and shook it off, dropping it onto the floor. He thought about taking off his jeans but decided against it, not wanting to get immediately naked. His cock would have a mind of its own and next thing he’d know, it would end up deep inside Natalie. And he didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to savor the moment.

Savor her.

He went to her, his hands going to her knees, fingers curling around the panties so he could pull them the rest of the way down. Her nervous laughter died, her lips parting on a sigh as he ran his fingers along the back of her calves before yanking the thong over her feet and tossing it over his shoulder. He raced his hands back up her calves, over her knees, up her thighs, slowly parting them so he could see her. Pink and glistening. He could scent her, feel the warmth coming from between her legs, and he wanted to put his mouth on her. Lick and tongue fuck her into oblivion.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked nervously when he dropped a kiss on the inside of her thigh.

Noah positioned himself so he was lying between her legs, propped on his elbows. “Looking at you.”

She closed her eyes and draped an arm over them, like some sort of barrier from his intense stare. “Haven’t you looked enough?”

How could he admit he was thinking he could never tire of looking at her? That was way too damn serious. “I’m going to look all night, sweetheart. There’s so much pretty to see.”

She laughed, then whimpered when he started kissing her thigh once more. He wanted to taste her. Was dying to taste her. Would she let him?

Only one way to find out.

Chapter Seven

Oh my God, Noah Wilde had his big, muscular body wedged between her legs and she swore he was going to…no way would he…yep, his mouth was coming closer and closer to that still-throbbing spot. She’d had an orgasm only a few minutes ago, yet she already felt on edge. Like she could break apart at any second.

“Don’t be nervous,” Noah said in that sexy-as-sin voice of his. She swore she could feel his warm breath brush across her skin, and she shivered. “I just want to make you feel good.”

I just want to make you feel good.
Those words were magic to her ears. He was already doing that, to the point that she felt almost too good. His mouth moved along the tops of her thighs, shifting upward to drop a kiss to one hipbone, then the other. He kissed across her stomach, soft, barely there touches that were warm and damp, sending shivers cascading throughout her body. She moved restlessly beneath him, wanting something else, something more, but unable to put it into words.

“Shh.” He rested his hand on her stomach, his fingers sprawled wide, almost covering her abdomen entirely. “Relax, sweetheart.”

And then he put his mouth right on her sex, kissing her there, his hands pushing her thighs open wider as he slid his tongue down the length of her aching center. She dropped her arm away from her face and arched into his mouth, a soft cry escaping from her when he swirled his tongue around her clit.

Oh God, that felt so amazingly, unbelievably good. His tongue streaked across her sensitive skin with precise skill, searching her folds, toying with her clit, driving her mad. She clutched at the comforter beneath her, fisting the fabric between her fingers as he continued his gentle assault on her with his mouth. And when he slipped a long finger deep inside her entrance and started to thrust, shallowly at first, eventually picking up the pace, everything within her went molten hot.

“Just like that,” she gasped. “Oh God. Please. Don’t stop.”

She felt him smile against her as his fingers continued to move within her body, his other hand slipping beneath her butt and lifting her lower body, bringing her even closer to his mouth. She arched against him, closing her eyes, straining toward that magical moment where everything would come apart and she’d feel like she was flying.

Orgasms weren’t an easy achievement and she’d already had one. Was on the verge of having another in mere minutes. She didn’t understand what sort of power Noah held over her body, but he did. He so did. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to lick her, the right words to say to make her completely lose her mind. She’d been so uptight she figured she had a complex. She’d truly believed the problem was all her.

But maybe it wasn’t. Just maybe she’d been with the wrong guy.

Well, she’d had sex with only one guy, but she’d let a few slip their hands down her pants, to no avail. She even had one accuse her of being frigid.

The last thing she was feeling at this particular moment was frigid.

Noah added another finger inside her and she blindly reached for him, sinking her fingers into his hair, holding his mouth close to her sex. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, acting like this, but he made these encouraging growling sounds that vibrated against her flesh and made her shiver. His fingers pushed in and out of her body, his tongue wrapped around her clit, sucking it deep into his mouth, and that was all it took.

She came with a keening cry, her entire body shuddering almost violently. He continued to lick and suck her clit, his fingers stilling inside her body as the orgasm raged on, this one even more intense than the first. She chanted his name again and again, her muscles weak, her legs like jelly as they fell against the mattress. Her heart raced so fast she swore it would fly right out of her chest, and she could hardly catch her breath.

“Did you like that?” he asked, sounding smug as he withdrew his fingers from her body and dropped a kiss on the very inside of her thigh. She didn’t need to answer. He knew she liked it.

“It was—” Natalie panted, barely able to speak. “—all right.”

He laughed, the sound rich and sexy. “Just all right? Want me to do it again? Make it even better?”

“No!” she said quickly, sounding way too sharp. She cleared her throat, ignoring his continued laughter, and said, “I’m, um, way too sensitive at the moment.”

“Well, I’m hard as a fucking rock for you, sweetheart,” he murmured, grabbing hold of her hands and pulling her into a sitting position. She met his gaze, her entire body growing even weaker at all the intensity she saw blazing out at her. “And I can’t wait to be inside you.”

He yanked her into his lap, where she could feel his insistent erection beneath his jeans. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he slipped his arms around her, his hands gripping her butt and pulling her in even closer. He felt huge underneath the denim. Enormous. She couldn’t imagine him trying to push inside her, and she literally shuddered at the thought.

“Hey.” Noah slipped his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face up so their gazes met. His lips were swollen, his skin flushed and his hair wild from her fingers. She’d never seen him look better. “Don’t be getting shy on me again. Did you forget I just made you scream my name while you came so hard you nearly passed out?”

Her cheeks went blazing hot at his words. “You’re so crude.”

Grinning, he dropped a gentle kiss on her mouth. “And you love it. Right? I don’t see you running away after I just gave you two orgasms.”

She couldn’t deny what he said because it was the truth. And she could also taste herself on his lips, musky and salty, which she never thought she’d find such a turn on, but…she did.

More than anything, she could hardly believe she let him go down on her like that, but once he started, there was no way she could make him stop. She hadn’t
wanted
him to stop. It had felt too…glorious.

And she’d never used that word to describe any sexual act before.

“You liked it when I licked your pussy, didn’t you, Nat?” he whispered against her lips, making her tingle. She’d never been with a man who talked so dirty either and she had to admit…

She liked it.

“You tasted so good, sweetheart. And the way you squirmed when I tongued your clit.” He kissed her, his tongue sliding inside her mouth, circling her own before he withdrew, his gaze meeting hers once more. “Like you couldn’t get enough of it.”

He had a way of looking at her, speaking to her, that made her lose all communication skills, especially when he said something so fantastically dirty. All she could do was hold him close, her body melting into his. She rubbed her lower body against his lap, the rough denim of his jeans offering a delicious friction, and she did it again, tightening her legs around his hips to bring them closer together.

“Are you grinding on my dick?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

Good Lord, the man had no shame. “Do you always just say what pops into your head first?” she asked, stilling her movements.

Noah slid his hand into her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. “I was going to say I approve of your grinding. I can feel your wet pussy even through my jeans, and it’s making me fucking nuts.”

There was no subtlety about Noah. None. She found it shocking. And thrilling. She liked how he talked to her, how he held nothing back. He said what he felt, dirty words and all.

“You going to do something about it, then?” she asked, her voice dropping an octave and going all sultry. Had she ever talked to a guy like that before?

That would be a no.

His eyes darkened and his expression went super intense. She could feel all the power within him just bubbling beneath the surface, and she tensed within his arms, preparing herself for the potential onslaught.

“You ready for me?” He slipped his hands lower, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her sex, and she hitched in a breath, lifting her hips to get away from his touch.

But he wouldn’t let her escape, his fingers dipping between her legs, testing her. She could literally hear how wet she was and she wanted to die from mortification.

“I love how wet you get for me,” Noah said, making her mortification disappear just like that. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to go grab a condom.”

The hardest thing he’d ever done was leaving Natalie on the bed so he could go get a rubber out of his suitcase. Removing her hot little body from his lap had been torture. He wanted to keep on touching her and never stop. Damn, her pussy was so wet and warm, just for him. All for him.

He wanted more. He wanted
her
. He wanted to get himself inside her and fuck her all night long. Would she let him? He’d just made her come twice in a matter of minutes, so he knew she was hot for him. She was so responsive, so passionate, so surprisingly greedy. He liked they way she thrust her pussy against his mouth, her fingers pulling his hair. How she cried out his name and begged him not to stop. She was unabashedly vocal, and he loved it.

Yeah, he wanted more of it too.

Throwing open his suitcase, he dug out the stash of condoms he always carried with him and brought the entire box back with him to bed. He set the box on the bedside table, never taking his gaze off of her as he reached for his belt buckle and undid it. She sat kneeling in the middle of the bed completely naked, her skin glowing from the light of the nearby lamp. Her hair was in total disarray, her plump lips swollen and red from his kisses. Her nipples were hard and begging for his mouth, and though he couldn’t see her pussy, he knew it was wet and hot and waiting for him.

Hurriedly he yanked the belt from his jeans and kicked off his shoes. Shoved at his jeans until he was completely naked. His cock thrust forward, the greedy fucker, seeking Natalie’s attention, and her eyes lit up upon first sight, her mouth dropping open as she stared at him.

“It’s so…” Her voice drifted. She was starting to make him feel uncomfortable.

“It’s so what?” he asked, a little sharper than intended. But damn it, she was making him self-conscious of his dick, and that sure as hell had never happened to him before.

“Big,” she blurted out, slapping a hand over her mouth the second the word left her. “Sorry.” The word came out muffled since her hand was still covering her mouth.

He started to laugh. Had he ever laughed so much before while having sex? He was pretty sure the answer was no. Natalie kept him on his toes. She said whatever was on her mind, she got mad at him when chicks rarely did, plus she was so incredibly responsive. She was fucking perfect for him.

So perfect it was almost scary.

“Don’t be scared.” Ha, he should be the one telling that to himself. He lifted his leg and pressed his knee onto the mattress. “You’re already so wet; I know your pussy can take it.”

She blushed prettily, uttering his name in protest. With a grin, he crawled onto the bed, approaching her slowly, like a beast stalking its prey.

“You’re so bad,” she whispered when he pushed her shoulder and sent her falling backwards.

“You don’t like it when I talk about your pussy?” he asked innocently, bending down so he could kiss a hot path across the tops of her breasts. She sighed with pleasure, her arms going around him, her slender fingers finding their way back into his hair. She seemed to like touching him there and he wasn’t going to protest.

“I’m not used to a man talking about my…” Her voice trailed off and Noah drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing it.

“Go ahead. Say it,” he urged just before he took her other nipple deep into his mouth.

“I can’t.” She shook her head, her mouth screwed up into a little pout. A sexy-as-fuck little pout, he had to admit.

“Don’t be shy, Nat.” He circled her wet nipple with his tongue, then bit it lightly, making her jump. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?” She sounded innocent, but she was faking it. Of course she knew what he meant.

“Tell me how wet your pussy is for me.” He shifted away from her, lifting up on his knees so he could stare down at her. “Touch yourself for me, sweetheart.”

Her cheeks were pink. Again. He liked making her blush. He liked making her do things she normally would never do.

“Please, Nat?” he asked when she hadn’t answered him. “I like to watch.”

“I-I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said, her voice soft, her gaze skittering away from his.

“You’ve never masturbated? Well, that’s a damn shame,” he drawled.

She rolled her eyes, still keeping her face averted. “Well, yeah, I’ve done that. But I’ve never touched myself in front of a guy.”

“You should give it a try,” he suggested, warming up to the idea. Yeah, he wanted to watch Natalie become more and more uninhibited. She was all bound up and tense. Hadn’t had much experience with the opposite sex, so it was his duty to put her at ease and help her become more at ease with her sexuality.

“How about I cut you a deal?” She turned to look at him once more and he continued, “You touch yourself and I’ll touch myself to make you feel more comfortable.”

“How is that going to make me feel more comfortable?” she squeaked, shaking her head.

“Knowing that you’re not alone.” He grinned, reaching out to streak his fingers along the outside of her thigh before he wrapped them around the base of his dick. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Fun?” She sounded like Minnie Mouse on helium. “I don’t know…”

“Sit back and watch.” Knowing if they kept this up she’d find every excuse in the world to not do it, he dived right in and started to stroke himself slowly. His gaze held onto hers, figuring she probably wanted to watch him in action despite her protests. “If you feel like joining in, then by all means, please do.”

She said nothing as he slid his hand up and down the length of his cock. Her lips parted when he smoothed his thumb over the head, smearing the precome that had gathered there, and a little sigh escaped her when he started to increase his pace.

Indicating to him—even if she’d never admitted it—that she was enjoying what she saw.

“Touch yourself,” he encouraged, his voice raw, his blood pumping hard. He couldn’t waste this. No way would he jerk off and come all over her tits or some classless thing like that. Yeah, he’d done that to plenty of groupies in the past, and he’d been more generous too. Spending actual time with a woman, trying to date her, though it rarely worked. Variety was the spice of life, after all.