Page 16 of The Getaway
Noah hasn’t even fucked me yet and I can already tell that no one will ever hold a candle to this man.
The need to touch him is overwhelming and I don’t waste another second before my hand wraps around his length. Marveling at the feeling of him in my palm, my thighs squeeze together in anticipation of how he will feel inside me.
I pump him in my hand twice before he yanks himself away. I’m about to glare up at him, but he shakes his head.
“I need to be inside of you,” he says, his voice gravelly and low. He sits on the couch, legs slightly spread and grips his cock in his hand, slowly pumping his hand up and down. Quickly, I shove off the coffee table and am straddling him in the next heartbeat.
His hands find my hips once more as I hover above his cock. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I find my rhythm above him, rubbing myself along his length. Then I repeat the movement again, but this time, the head of his cock catches on my entrance.
We both gasp at the contact, but I don’t stop. Instead, I lower myself, causing him to slip in a couple inches. I raise up slightly, his cock slipping back out until only the tip remains. I pause to look down at him.
Noah is breathing heavily, his jaw clenched with his eyes squeezed shut and brows drawn together. When I don’t move right away, he slowly opens his eyes, immediately finding mine. He swallows thickly before opening his mouth, but I don’t let him speak.
Instead, I impale myself on his cock, sinking down until my pussy is flush with his pelvis.
“Fuuuck,” he drawls out, dropping his head to the back of the couch and closes his eyes. The grip on my hips tightens as he holds me in place on top of him, and briefly I wonder if he’s going to leave marks on me. My pussy clenches at the thought, that warmth from earlier coursing through me once more. In this position, it becomes clear that it’s not going to take much for me to cum again.
Noah lets out a long exhale before slowly opening his eyes. They trail down my body slowly, but don’t stop until he’s looking at where we’re joined.
“God dammit. You feel so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock.” He licks his lips, still staring at my pussy. His words cause me to clench, the need to move almost unbearable while he groans. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
When his gaze trails back up my body, I can’t help but squirm, but he holds me steady.
“Noah, I need to move,” I groan through gritted teeth before squeezing his shoulders and trying to grind my hips again. Meeting his hooded gaze once more, I plead. “Let me fuck you. Please.”
“With you begging so beautifully, you can do whatever you wish,” he says, finally loosening his hold, but doesn’t let go. He smirks up at me. “Ride my cock, Sugar.”
I move slowly at first, keeping my eyes on him and waiting for him to stop me again, but he doesn’t. Bracing my weight on my knees a bit more, I push up before slamming back down, his cock stretching and filling me in delicious ways.
My body hums as I pick up my pace and do exactly as he said. I ride him, the pressure building back up and coiling tight within me.
“That’s it, Sugar,” Noah says, his hands moving up my sides before he cups my breasts in his hands. “Use my cock. Fucking use me.”
I moan again as he squeezes my breasts in his hands before pinching both my nipples between his fingers.
“Again.” The word slips free, and he listens without question. This time, he does it as I’m slamming back down his length and the head of his cock hits that perfect spot that I’ve only ever gotten with my vibrator.
“Noah,” I plead, unable to actually form the words as I raise back up slowly. But this perfect stranger doesn’t need it. I’m sliding back down his hard cock, hitting that spot, and using his pelvis for pressure on my clit when he pinches my nipples again.
The orgasm tears through me, catching me by surprise. Noah helps me ride through it, slowly moving my hips and thrusting up into me. I clench my fingers on his shoulders, tingles shooting through them as I sag forward and rest on him. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close while I catch my breath.
When his still hard cock twitches inside me, we both groan.
“One more, baby. You’re going to cum all over my cock one more time,” he whispers in my ear.
I jolt back, mouth gaping and ready to tell him that’s not possible. But my protests turn into a moan as my movement causes his cock to rub against the bundle of nerves inside me.
“Fuck.” I shake my head, trying to deny it, but he only chuckles.
With his arms still wrapped around me, he moves us quickly, not once pulling out of me. Laying me on the couch beneath him, one of his hands slides down my side and hooks under my knee to hold to his hip.
I stare up at him, breathless and stunned while my own body hums with desire.
“One more,” he growls, snapping his hips forward and pounding into me. I shake my head, but no words come out.
His other hand finds my breasts again, twisting and pinching my hard nipple as he thrusts in and out of me. It shouldn’t be possible. I shouldn’t be teetering toward the edge of another orgasm. But this one is building quickly, and more intensely than any before.
“Fuck, Noah, I—” I try to say with a gasp, shaking my head as he pushes into me, pinching my nipple, and pleasure shoots straight to my core.