The little trail of hair that led from his belly button to the wonders beneath? Totally lickable. And by wonders, I meant his morning woody was apparently still in full effect, because that was one gargantuan bulge beneath that denim.
The Cooch crossed her arms defiantly and turned her back on him. She refused to look at or even acknowledge the Wonder Peen’s presence.
“Good morning, Delaine,” he said as he ran his porntastic fingers through his hair.
“Good morning, Wonder Peen. Um, I mean, Noah.”
Noah arched an eyebrow at me and then shuffled his bare feet in my direction. The closer he got, the further I backed away, until I was all the way up against the sink. He placed his hands on the counter and caged me in before he dipped his head and gave me a toe-curling kiss.
Double Agent Coochie turned to look over her shoulder and then quickly turned back around, remembering that she was still pissed at him.
He tasted minty fresh and I seriously considered sucking on his tongue, but that would give him the impression that I wanted his attention. And although I knew that was true, he didn’t, and I saw no reason to clue him in.
He rounded out the kiss with a suckle to my bottom lip and then dived straight in on my neck as he leaned his body into mine. The gargantuan bulge pressed into my girly region, and the Cooch’s resistance wavered. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, and Noah held me to him as he continued to wantonly knead my flesh. His neck was on display in front of my lips, the tendons taut and alluring. I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste him.
I leaned in and sucked on the skin between his neck and shoulder, and he moaned into my ear. I sucked as hard as I could, because for some unknown reason I was still pissed about the day before and feeling a little possessive.
“Are you trying to mark me, Delaine?” his husky voice asked against my ear.
I ignored his quiet chuckle and bit into his flesh to aid in my attempt. He apparently liked that because he pressed harder into me until there was no space left between our bodies. His head fell back and to the side, exposing more of that gorgeous flesh. I wasted no time in devouring his offering with my wet and demanding mouth. My hands curled through the longer locks of hair on top of his head and gave a none-too-gentle tug. I could taste the coppery flavor of his blood as it rose to the surface of his skin, and it set off a feeding frenzy inside me. Mindlessly I dug my nails into his scalp, scratching at the tender flesh. Harder and harder I sucked, reveling in the saltiness of his skin. And still I wanted more. I swear I must have been a vamp chick in my past life, because I could visualize my teeth sinking into his flesh and losing myself in his very essence.
“Enough!” he finally barked in a commanding tone, and yanked his neck away before quickly stepping out of my embrace.
Both of us were panting hard, and I could still taste him in my mouth. I’m not ashamed to admit that I whimpered a little bit. I had been denied the chance to live out one of my naughty vamp fantasies. But then my eyes locked onto his neck and Double Agent Coochie giggled in glee.
Noah Crawford had the mother of all hickeys.
The skin on his neck was already turning a beautiful shade of dark crimson, and a welt was beginning to rise, marring his perfect skin.
One side of his mouth turned up into a smug smile as he looked me over. He lifted a long finger to brush my cheek and watched my heaving breasts with rapt fascination. “I let you mark me, only because I plan to mark you later.” The back of his hand barely swept over one of my breasts. “My mark won’t be a simple hickey on the neck, though. Everyone will know that you belong to me.”
A shiver ran down my spine and I could feel the gooseflesh rising on my skin. Noah’s gaze went to my nipples, and he sighed when he saw the evidence of how much his words had aroused me.
“Very nice,” he said before rolling one bud between his fingers. “No bra?”
I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest.
He pulled them away and stepped toward me. “Let’s take a closer look, shall we?”
His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt and slowly slid over my stomach and ribs before he found the bare flesh of my breasts. He cupped them in his hands as his thumbs passed over their hardened peaks.
“I like this. Makes it so much easier to do this.” He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth for one chaste suck, and then he gave the same attention to the other one.
That might have had something to do with equal-opportunity employment, or whatever. I mean, technically, I was working for him. Well, at least my body was. The Cooch used to be a model employee before the whole Noah-slobbering-all-over-the-Latin-whore thing. She was a real go-getter; always going for the “greatly exceeds expectations” on her annual evaluation. Pfft, brownnoser. I guess her theory was that if she was successful, she might get a raise.
“What about panties? Let’s see if you’re obeying the rules of your punishment.” His hand slid down my abdomen. With one flick of his fingers he had the button of my shorts undone and was slipping a hand inside. I should’ve felt like a heifer at a cattle auction being felt up by some lonely and very desperate farm boy. But you remember what I said about the porntastic fingers, right? Yeah, they were still porntastic.
He deftly maneuvered two fingers between my folds before slipping them inside me. His fingers curled back and forth, hitting that little spot of awesomeness until my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head and a moan escaped my lips. Then he pulled them out, gave the love nubbin a few quick strokes, and slipped them back inside me quickly. My knees nearly buckled.