"Fuck," he hisses through his teeth.
I wrap my lips around his cock, working my hand and mouth in time with each other.
His soft moan already has me aching, wanting more of him than I have right now.
Instead, I keep teasing both of us, letting go of his cock to tease him with my tongue again, flattening it against his balls and dragging it up his length.
When his grip on my hair tightens, I crawl up his body, nipping and sucking my path along his skin, teasing him while he shifts beneath me like he can't wait for the moment he's inside me.
Having that kind of power over him is addictive.
It wipes away all the thoughts about not having any control, about not knowing where this is going.
I might not want to admit it to myself, but I know that he's reeled me in, hook, line, and sinker.
And as I position myself over his cock, rolling my hips, I tease him as the tip of his cock just barely brushes against my pussy. I plant my hands on his chest, trying to keep myself stable as he starts running his hands up and down the curves of my body.
When his thumbs stroke my nipples, I nearly lose my balance and come down onto him even though I want to keep teasing him.
My nails dig into his chest, and I slowly lower myself down.
His cock stretches me out.
I moan, rolling my hips and taking my time to adjust to him. The second I start rocking, there's a delicious friction between my clit and his pelvis.
Noah grabs me by the hips, shifting to sit up a little more, leaning back against the headboard.
My back arches as I dig my nails into his skin, holding on while I roll and rock my hips.
"Fuck, yes." He leans forward, taking one of my nipples in his mouth.
My pussy pulses, arousal making my body clench tight as he bites down. "Fuck, yes, keep doing that."
He alternates between the stiff peaks, sucking and biting them until I feel like I'm going to come from just his touch.
He drags my earlobe between his teeth. "I want you to come all over my cock."
One hand comes up to grip my throat, fingers pressing against either side, making it a little harder to breathe.
It only adds to the pleasure as he lifts his hips, taking control from beneath me, slamming into me until my orgasm tears through me.
Noah keeps pumping into me, waiting until I relax again before flipping us over. "Sit up."
I do as he says, watching the way his hand wraps around his thick cock, stroking up and down, his thumb passing over the head.
As soon as I'm sitting, he kneels between my legs, cupping the back of my head and putting the tip of his cock against my lips.
He slams in, pushing straight to the back of my mouth.
My vision blurs, tears welling in my eyes, but I do my best to take him as deep as I can, sucking him until his cock stiffens.
Though I struggle to swallow, he keeps himself pinned to the back of my mouth until the last ropes of his cum spill into me, and then he pulls out.
His lips find mine, our kiss deepening for a moment before he sits back and eyes me hesitantly. "I thought you were still mad at me."
"I am, but I needed cock." I get out of bed, adding a sway to my hips as I head to the bathroom, knowing he's watching me.
It might be wrong, but even though I know he's never going to be the person I think he could be, there's still something so good about the orgasms he gives me.