Throttled: Dirty Air (Book 1)(66)

One moment he stands next to the bed, the next moment he kneels on the floor while his hands pull my legs toward the edge of the bed.

I think I died and went to heaven.

Noah stares at me with intense eyes as he plucks the towel off me, exposing me again to him.

“I’ve thought about this for months. We’re going to enjoy every second of it because I’m in no hurry.”

I gasp when his fingers find my core. They part me and his mouth replaces his fingers, making me lift off the bed at the feeling of his tongue brushing against me. One of his hands pushes me back down and holds me there. His mouth is a relentless torture of the best kind, the mind-numbing type. I’m not sure if I could tell you my own name. He knows what to do, making the guys from my past look like amateurs. Let this be the only time I thank all the women before me.

Noah really is a fucking champion. Someone give this man a trophy.

He licks me, marking me, clearly enjoying the sounds that fall past my lips. Shit, it feels good. His strokes change speed and pressure, lapping at my center, making the most of the whole experience. The rough texture of his tongue makes my core pulse. He adds two fingers that slide easily inside of me, my body aching for his touch as his pumps match his licks. Pressure inside me builds.

“I’m so close. Oh my God, Noah.”

His throat rumbles. The sensation of that combined with the unyielding pump of his fingers pushes me over the edge. I combust, my brain soaring away from me. His licks continue as I come down from my high—a lust-induced haze that beats any drug. My brain shuts down, a prickling sensation traveling down my spine all the way to my curled toes.

He gives me a sweet kiss right at my core, making me melt on the spot.

Here lies Maya Alatorre.

“Death by orgasm. Seems like a good way to go.” My face heats at my mistake in saying that aloud.

He chuckles. “We’re not done yet. Save your eulogy for after the finale.” His wicked grin brings a smile to my face and a warmth to my center.

He keeps me in this position as he searches for what I assume is a condom in the nightstand. I frown when he pulls one out, questioning how he knew one would be there in the first place.

He looks down at me, his smile dropping until realization dawns across his face. He sifts through the nightstand, pulling out a box that still has the plastic wrapping. His knees hit the hotel carpet, making us eye-level.

“Brand new pack. I’m serious when I say I haven’t been with anyone. Not since that day.” His eyes flit to the side, shame marring his face about Baku.

“I believe you. You said you want to try, that you’re all in?” I look into his blue eyes, giving him an out in case he wants to take it.

Noah doesn’t blink. “Maya, I’m willing to try. You won’t regret it. I swear.”

I bring my lips to his, sealing his words with a kiss. He breaks the moment as he stands up, his eyes darkening as he gazes down my body again.

He fists his dick and pumps a few times, pre-cum dripping from the tip, enticing me. I lick my lips at the sight.

“Next time.” His thumb rubs the drop before he brings it to my mouth. I suck on the pad of his thumb, tasting his saltiness. His eyes darken as I lick and nibble.

“You’re a naughty little thing. I would have never guessed that you like to play dirty.”

The quintessential sound of foil ripping fills me with excitement. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Yup. Those words came out of my mouth. I blame him because I’m not usually such a mouthy one, but he boosts my confidence.

He smiles while shaking his head. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Noah gives no warning. No sweet words before he grabs my legs and thrusts himself into me, the hotel bed perfectly situated for this position. My eyes water at the amazing feeling of him filling me. His dick is big, and I haven’t exactly done this in a while. But he reads my body like he’s been doing this to me forever. His fingers find my clit, rubbing it, making my body pulse with pleasure instead of pain. I forget the uncomfortable feeling of him stretching me to my limits.

“You’ll get used to it. I promise.” He kisses my lips softly. Another kind gesture, his words sinking into me and taking residence in my heart.

He moves inside of me, his previous sweetness abandoned.

“Holy shit.” Words breathlessly escape my lips.

“You’re fisting my cock so tightly, Maya. It’s like a dream. If I had known it would be this good, I don’t think I would have held back for this long.” His groans fill the room. I grab the sheets above my head, desperate for something to ground me as he pounds into me slowly.

He stares into my eyes as he finds an amazing tempo. Our bodies move together in harmony, our chemistry nothing short of fantastic.

Noah drives it home. He grabs each of my legs and places them over his shoulder blades. The position makes his dick feel like I’m being fucked for the first time. A sweet torment. His pumps speed up as he slides easily in and out of me. Rough hands rove over my breasts, pinching my nipples. I arch my back, unable to regulate my body’s responses, his movements becoming eager and uncontrolled.

“Oh. My. God.” My voice comes off as nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

He changes his position slightly, making his dick rub against my G-spot. Noah controls the situation. My body quakes as he continues to thrust into me, strategically hitting my spot every time. I throw my head back as my spine curves up toward him.