My stomach flips at the sight, and I sip on the coffee a little too quickly, forgetting it’s piping hot. I hiss at the burn in my throat, my eyes scrunching shut at the pain.
Noah is in front of me with a glass of cold milk within a second. “Be careful with yourself, Rainbow,” he scolds, worry evident in his tone as his brows furrow in concern.
He takes the mug from me and nods at me to drink the milk instead. The instant relief at the soothing effect has me moaning.
When my eyes flutter open, it’s to see Noah’s pinned on my lips. My lips lift in a smile, loving that he’s not hiding it.
Though what heishiding is the nightmare he experienced. Either he doesn’t remember having it since he didn’t wake up then, or he thinks I don’t know he had one. Either way, he doesn’t want to tell me about it. He’s not ready to share, and I would never force him to share something so private about himself.
“You can kiss me, you know,” I say, shrugging my shoulders as one collar slides down.
“Oh, thank fuck,” he sighs if I gave him the key to the dang Buckingham Palace. Takingthe glass from my hand and placing it down on the counter beside us, he slams his lips to mine, swallowing my surprised moan.
His fingers tangle in my hair as I pull on the roots of his. His broad body adjusts itself between my thighs.
God, I never want him to stop kissing me.
“God, I never want to stop kissing you,” he whispers against my mouth, his tongue delving back in my mouth.
Sometimes, I feel like his soul and mine are the same, with how accurately he reads me and my unsaid thoughts.
I should’ve stayed away, should’ve known not to fall for him. But as he sucks my lips into his mouth, I worry it might already be too late.
We’re lost in each other’s warm embrace and plump lips when Millie thinks it’s a good time to remind us of her presence.
She scratches down Noah’s leg. “Motherfucker!” he curses into my mouth, begrudgingly pulling back when she continues to mark him.
I try to cover the giggle that escapes me, but fail miserably.
“Laugh all you want. It’s your ass that’ll bear theconsequences,” he grumbles, picking up the cat as it climbs over his shoulder and makes itself at home.
I gasp at the words that tumble out of his mouth. Two can play this game, I think, when I see a smug smile on his face as he rubs the cat’s fur. And so, my next words have the desired effect when his eyes widen, and he curses under his breath.
“I’ll be waiting, daddy.”
Thirty
Andie
Ikissed.
I cursed.
I called him daddy.
I was tied and blindfolded.
I had a man’s spit flowing down my legs.
I passed out while being fucked on my hands and knees by my older brother’s best friend. Exactly like he promised.
Yes, I cursed again.
I hardly recognize myself, and I love every second of it. My body heats at all thedepraved things we did last night. I had no idea I’d be into all this kinky stuff. But being able to let myself completely lose control and surrender to him is freeing.
I’m always in control, managing school, not letting myself get sidetracked, never letting myself have fun without something always nagging at the back of my mind.
But last night with Noah showed me just how much I crave being able to let go and surrender myself to the sensations taking over me, surrender myself tohim.