Page 111 of Double Fault

I lose myself in the sensation of it all, lying back on the concrete as I ride out the orgasm against his face. He doesn’t slow. He continues licking and sucking and flicking, making the pleasure last.

Once I’ve come back down and my vision has cleared, I find Noah grinning at me, looking mighty pleased with himself.

Still on edge, all reasonable thoughts having fled, I sink into the water, still clothed.

In one synchronized move, he loops his arms around me and I clamp my legs wrap around his hips. As his impressive erection pushes against his swim trunks and into my core, I find his mouth and savor the taste of myself lingering on his tongue.

Gasping for air, I pull back. “I need you to fuck me.”

He grins, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “Admit it—you like the way I fuck you.”

A shudder works its way up my spine. “You don’t need me to say it. You already know I do.”

“It’s why you keep coming back, isn’t it?”

I grip his clean-shaven jaw and dig my fingers in. “I keep coming back because I like you more than I should.”

“And I have a stellar dick, right?” He waggles his brows.

As much as this man infuriates me, I can’t help but laugh. I can’t resist playful Noah. “That too.”

Rubbing his nose along my neck, he presses a kiss to my collarbone. “I don’t think you realize how fucking irresistible you are to me.”

I roll my hips, searching for friction and finding it as I grind against his erection. “I have some idea.”

He hisses between his teeth. “Sabrina.”

“Please. Don’t make me beg.”

With his teeth, he latches on to my bottom lip and gives it a tug. “I like it when you beg.”

To think I came out here because the annoyance I felt for him kept me from sleeping. Now here I am, desperate for him to fuck me.

You’re so weak for this man.

I really, really am.

Noah’s the first guy to ever truly get under my skin—to infuriate me and excite me and light me up in a way no one else has ever come close.

With his hands on my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh there, he carries me over to the stairs. He drags my wet shirt over my head and tosses it onto the concrete with asplat.

Then he tears my shorts and panties off. Only then does a sense of shyness prickle at me. It grows when he spreads me wide, exposing me completely.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs. “You want me to fuck this pussy?”

“Yes, please.” My nipples tighten and my skin tingles with excitement.

His eyes darken until they’re nearly black in the moonlight. He looks so fucking good with his hair wet and slicked back and with droplets of water sliding down his face and neck.

“Keep looking at me like that, Curls, and I’m not going to last long.”

I smirk at the challenge, and in response, he groans, knowing he’s basically laid down the gauntlet.

The fear of being caught that swamped me moments ago has receded. Instead, the prospect thrills me.

Slipping my hand under the water, I tug his swim shorts down, exposing his cock.

The look of pure ecstasy on his face makes me feel powerful.

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