Chapter 68: Bath 2 [M]
I rise from the water, Noelle still wrapped around me, his legs gripping my waist as if he’s clinging to life itself. The heat between us is unbearable, thick with desire and unspoken need. My muscles burn with the weight of him, but I don’t care. I feel nothing but the searing heat of our skin pressed together and the anticipation of what comes next.
Without a second thought, I carry him to the nearest wall, water dripping off both of us in heavy rivulets. His breath is warm against my neck, and I can feel his heartbeat quickening with every step I take. When I finally set him down, his feet barely touch the floor before I’m commanding him in a voice I barely recognize.
"Face the wall."
Normally, Noelle would give me hell for talking to him like that, but not now. In this moment, he loves it. He thrives on the authority, on the demand in my tone. His green eyes flash with excitement, and he eagerly turns, placing his hands against the wall to brace himself.
The sight of him, naked, vulnerable, so eager, sends a bolt of electricity through me. I can barely hold myself back. His ass is perfect, round and inviting, and I give in to the temptation, spanking one cheek, then the other, just to watch the way his body reacts.
"Aren’t you a little too excited, my star?" My voice is hoarse, thick with lust as I reach down, grabbing my cock and sliding it between his cheeks, teasing him with tiny movements. The friction is almost too much, and I have to close my eyes for a moment just to keep control.
Noelle lets out a breathy laugh, wriggling his hips provocatively. "What are you going to do about it?" he teases, his voice dripping with challenge. His defiance is thrilling, but it also pushes me to the edge. I can feel my composure slipping away, fast.
I part his cheeks with my hands, and there it is—the slick dripping down between his thighs, making him look like the most irresistible, mouthwatering treat I’ve ever seen. My restraint snaps.
Without another word, I position myself and slam into him, hard. The force of it rips a scream from Noelle’s throat, and the sound sends a rush of cocky satisfaction through me. I’m the one making him sound like that. I’m the one unraveling him.