He groans, his cock pressing into me harder.
My fingers trail up his chest, sinking into his shirt and trying to haul him closer.
He breaks away from me, eyes wild, panting as he takes a deep breath. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"
"I don't know what I'm doing right now either." I slip my hands under his shirt, his muscles flexing under my hands.
"Fuck," he rasps, his lips finding mine again.
He kisses me just long enough to get me out of my leggings and panties, shoving them to the ground.
I lift myself up to perch on the half wall as he sinks down to his knees in front of me.
His hands skim up my thighs, fingers sinking into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
The metal railing presses into my back, a little thrill going through me at how high up we are.
Noah's fingers slide through my slick folds before his tongue follows. He sucks hard on my clit, dragging my legs over his shoulders.
Groaning, he buries his face deeper into my pussy, licking and sucking like he's dying of thirst.
I run my hands through the soft strands of his hair, pulling on it when he pushes two fingers into me.
"No touching." He stands up, my panties in hand.
His long fingers wrap around my wrists, and he hauls them high above my head. My heart skips a beat as he uses my panties to tie my hands above my head, the stretch painful and delicious at the same time.
My arousal is leaking out of me, dripping.
Noah pounds two fingers into me, hard, his lips trailing down my skin. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth as I writhe.
His fingers dive deeper, crooking against my inner walls and sending me over the edge.
His teeth sink into my skin again as I come.
I scream at the pain, waves of pleasure following as he laps away the sting with his tongue.
When he pulls his fingers out of my pussy, they're dripping with my cum. He holds them against my lips until I open my mouth.
I flick my tongue over his fingers, licking the cum from his skin, sucking away any trace of my taste.
His gaze flares with lust as he reaches for the fly on his jeans. He unzips them, pulling everything down enough to pull out his cock, palming it.
His hand slides up and down the length before he grabs my hips, crouching a little.
I moan as he drives deep into me, not even giving me a second to adjust to his size. Instead, he sets a punishing pace, pulling out and slamming into me over and over again.
My inner walls clamp down tight around him as I thrash against the railing.
I want to touch him. I want to feel the way he's moving beneath my hands.
As if he knows what's going through my mind, he gives a slight shake of his head.
He's not going to let me go. This is my punishment— not being able to touch him, not being able to have any sort of control.
He's letting me know he's the one who's going to be in charge of whatever this is between us.
And I let him.