“No talking.”
“Only when I say your name as I come.”
“Exactly.”
His mouth twitched as if he was hiding a smile. He groaned and stroked harder. “Oh, Avery…”
He was such a smart ass. Whatever. I was getting my way.
“Avery…”
I rolled my eyes. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“A—ver—y…”
“You’re ruining it.”
His hand tightened and jerked faster. “Avery’s mouth…” His chest flexed, his hips digging into the sofa. “Avery’s pretty tits…” He cupped his sack. “Avery’s tight little ass … squeezing my dick.”
The sound of his hand stroking along smooth, hard flesh matched his fast breathing.
“Avery’s pink little cunt…”
His eyelids lowered, the blue irises rolling back under the fringe of gold lashes. “Avery’s tight cunt wrapped around my cock … milking every last drop…”
I shifted my weight as I kneeled between his legs, pressure forming in my lower abdomen.
“Avery’s long, blonde hair teasing my skin, fisted in my hand…”
My eyes narrowed. He knew I didn’t like that.
“Avery’s back arched as I pound into her sopping pussy and she screams my name…”
“You wish.”
His eyes opened, thin slits of promise watching my response too acutely. I held my breath, willing my skin to cool.
“Avery’s body trembling as I make her come again, and again, and again.”
“Maybe one of these days you’ll come.”
His grip slid faster, his free hand shooting out and snatching my fingers, curling them around his. He double fisted his cock, jerking rapidly, my fingers now tangled in the mix.
I flexed my fingers, trying not to appreciate his engorged size and intensity. “This wasn’t the deal.”
“Avery’s pleas and moans as she begs me to…” His lips parted. “Never…” His head angled back. “Stop…” His spine bowed as he grunted, all of his muscles rippling under his flawless skin. Liquid heat spurted from his throbbing cock, coating our entwined fingers. “…fucking her!”
My mouth hung open as I stared down at his slack face, his sated blue eyes, and his heaving chest. My gaze shifted to his erection, still pulsing in our hands as pearly come dribbled to the base of his balls.
He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and grinned. “Is that what you had in mind?”
Turned on against my will, I swallowed and cleared my throat. “Something like that.”
His thumb rubbed slowly over the back of my knuckle, the gesture incredibly intimate and full of implication. His stare held mine, our fingers sticky with his come. I pulled my hand, but he tightened his grip, holding me to him.
“Noah…”
“When do I get to see you masturbate?”
“Never.”
“So, sometime next week when the little red devil’s gone?”
Or every night while I had my own private Noah show in the shadows of my bedroom. “I don’t think so. Give me my hand back.”
“First, tell me something.”
I pursed my lips, never quite sure what was going to come out of his mouth. “What?”
“This thing you do … when you want to be in charge, is that like a kink thing or a permanent thing?”
“It’s a me thing. It’s what I like.”
His head tipped as his eyes continued to study me. “Have you ever just had normal sex with someone?”
“Yes, but even then I prefer my vanilla with a little topping.”
“My God, your porn collection must be fascinating.”
“I think if you saw it, you’d get scared.”
“I think you underestimate my curiosity and infatuation with your pussy—and all the things I can do to make it wet.”
I glance down at his softening cock. “My hand.”
He let go. I slid off his lap and washed my hands. He lounged on the couch, stretching out in all his naked glory.
“Don’t get come on my pillows.”
“You’re a little bit of a tight ass.”
“I thought you liked my tight ass.”
“I do. But, as far as your control freak issues go, every time you tell me not to do something it makes me want to do it even more, totally disrupt your perfect order and watch you get all flustered and bitchy.”
I shut off the faucet. “You get come on my cushions, and you’re paying to have them reupholstered. Is that bitchy enough for you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. A little steam cleaning would get it out. You’re so extreme sometimes.”
I snatched a dishtowel off the counter and tossed it at his chest. Grabbing my shirt off the floor, I slid it back on while he wiped himself clean. Still sprawled on his back, his gaze never left me, the soiled dishtowel now on the floor.
“You can put your clothes back on.”
“Nope. If I put them on, you’ll make me leave, and who knows how long it’ll take for me to convince you to let me in again.”
“You think I won’t throw your ass out in the hall naked? And I didn’t let you in. You shoved your way in and wouldn’t leave.” He was more intrusive than a termite.
“You regret it?”
I paused, not wanting to answer that question right now, even in my own head. “I have to put my groceries away. And someone probably stole yours by now—it was the last loaf of bread in Philadelphia after all.”
“Nobody’s stealing my stuff.”
“That’s right. You’re the only thief in the building. I forgot.”
My magazines now went right to the front desk, out of reach of men with sticky fingers. Speaking of which… “You should really wash your hands. Touch your face, and you might wind up with pink eye.”
“That’s not how you get pink eye.”
I went to collect my bags by the door. “Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not. It’s from shit.”
This had to be the most unsexy, post-orgasmic conversation in the history of human existence. “It’s from bacterial secretions. What do you think come is? And can we talk about something else?”
“You’re the one who brought it up.”
I emptied my bags on the counter, frowning, as he just laid there—naked—on my couch. “Are you really not going to get dressed?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Are you going to make me leave if I do?”
I turned my back to him, stacking soup cans in the cupboard. A little smile pulled at my lips. I honestly didn’t want him to leave. I’d missed him, and this was the first time I actually felt settled in the last week.
“I guess you can stay for a little bit.”
When I turned back around, he was sliding into his jeans. “What do you want me to do with this towel?”
“There’s a hamper in the bathroom.” He headed down the hall, and I shouted, “Wash your hands while you’re in there!”
I heard the water running and smiled. He returned a few minutes later. “Hey, did you know your faucet’s leaking?”