Part 73 (1/2)

Fallen for me.

So I figured I could do pretty much anything.

And so I figured I would.

”Frannie.”

Noc had made a mistake.

In all our lovemaking, at which he was exceptionally talented, and dominant, he had not yet allowed me to demonstrate the fullness of my skills.

And thus, when I finally got my mouth on him, I was able to do just this.

Needless to say, I was very good at it. And thus, needless to say, Noc had become consumed by it and had thus been unable to bring to fruition his earlier plan.

Even though his voice communicated something very clearly, I was much enjoying what I was doing. The taste of him. The weight of him. The rigidity. Each ridge and vein tantalizing my tongue. Each grunt and groan urging me to move faster, draw deeper. The feel of him straining to hold his control.

”Baby,” he gritted, and I lifted my eyes to his from where I lay curled between his widespread legs, his knees up. I felt the wash of wetness at the heart of me witnessing the darkness in his face even as I carried on and he reached out to me, his fingertips skimming my cheek on their journey to glide into my hair and cup the side of my head. ”Warning,” he finished thickly, in a way it was clear he could not force out more.

I felt my eyes turn lazy (or lazier), did not heed his warning but instead increased my ministrations.

”Right,” he bit out and it happened.

Without losing purchase of his c.o.c.k in my mouth, he s.h.i.+fted to his knees, drawing my head up with his hand fisted in my hair so I was no longer curled between his legs but up on my hands and knees.

And then I was no longer in control of pleasuring his shaft.

He was thrusting it into my mouth.

Yes.

Noc.

Dominant.

And divine.

I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling my inner thighs tremble.

”f.u.c.k, s.h.i.+t, f.u.c.k,” he grunted, his one hand staying fisted in my hair, his other one cupping my head to a.s.sist in holding me steady. ”Take me, Frannie.”

Oh, I'd take him. Any way he'd give himself to me.

Including like this.

Especially like this.

I moaned around his c.o.c.k and reached a hand between my legs, my finger just skimming through the wet to where I needed it when Noc forced out, ”Unh-unh.”

He then pulled out of my mouth, reached down to me, and with a hand at my wrist yanking me up, he cast his other arm around my waist, lifting me so my naked body collided with his own.

With no choice, I rounded him with my legs. When I did, he fell back to his calves, held me to him with his arm at my waist, leaning our bodies and reaching with the other hand to the nightstand.

He opened the drawer so violently the lamp on top tumbled and fell, coins clinked and dropped to the floor, things I didn't know what they were came out of the drawer, all this before Noc straightened us, coming back on his knees and handing me a condom.

”Fast,” he growled.

I looked into his eyes, s.h.i.+vered in his hold and nodded my head quickly.

My fingers fumbled but I went fast, finally rolling it on his beautiful shaft successfully. I barely had it to the root before Noc shoved my hand aside, wrapping his around his c.o.c.k.

He found me and drove inside.

I grasped his shoulders as my spine formed an arc, my head falling back. The low moan ripping from my throat, he pummeled me with his thrusts and I did my best to hold on for the ride.

”G.o.d, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, my Frannie, so G.o.dd.a.m.ned hot,” Noc rumbled, beginning to lift me and drive me down to meet his lunges.

I righted my head with a snap and lifted my hands to the sides of his neck, gripping him there, my forehead hitting his, my body lurching at his command.

”f.u.c.k me, Noc,” I demanded.

”I am, baby,” he grunted.

I seized his jaw in both hands, my voice throaty. ”f.u.c.k me, my love.”

He stared into my eyes. His flaring, burning, blazing, he fell forward so I was on my back in his bed, Noc covering me. With me stationary and Noc able to center all his power at his hips, he f.u.c.ked me.

It took no time at all before I came, dragging my nails down his shoulders, crying out loudly, clenching my legs around his driving hips, lost in Noc. His filling me, claiming me, f.u.c.king me in a way no one could come after him, no one could have me again. I was no one but his, he was no one but mine, destined to be together, connected, balancing...b.l.o.o.d.y...worlds.

I heard it, felt it, the tension, the increased rhythm, the shorter strokes.

My climax began to fade and I opened my eyes just in time to see the beauty of Noc's head slanting back sharply, the veins in his corded neck popping, the quick succession of grunts that led to a low rumble. I watched, fascinated, feeling him pour this beauty inside me, wis.h.i.+ng there was no barrier to keep me from absorbing it, until his head fell and he buried his face in my neck.

I held his weight and stroked him while the tension in his body released, and finally I felt the workings of his mouth at my neck as he rested himself on a forearm in the bed, his other arm curved under me, around me, the fingers idly caressing the skin of my hip.

I turned my lips to his ear. ”I want you.”

For a brief second, Noc grew still then he lifted his head and looked down at me, smiling.

”Babe, still deep inside you, on top of you, not sure how much more of me you can get,” he teased.

I moved a hand to his face, mine, I knew, was serious.

”I hope you feel it as little as me, but even so, I don't like it there. I don't like it between us. When you give me your seed, I want it. Even if it doesn't take root, I want it in my womb. I want it to be a part of me. Thus I need to ask Valentine to return to my world and acquire some pennyrium for me.”

Noc said nothing.

But he no longer looked teasing. He was staring at me in a way I could not decipher but it warmed me to my toes.