Page 52 of Pucked Up

I reached out, my fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, the curve of his collarbone. He shivered under my touch, his eyes never leaving mine. I saw the trust there, the desire and the need for more.

I inclined my head down to his chest, teeth scraping over his nipple, causing him to arch into the touch. I bit down. He cried out, his body trembling as I soothed the sting with my tongue.

The flannel fell to the floor as I released his arms and spun him around, face to the wall. My body covered his, my hips grinding against him while I gripped his wrists, pinning them above his head. He struggled briefly, testing my hold.

"Is this what you want?" I growled, my voice low and rough. He nodded, his breath coming in quick gasps.

"Say it," I demanded.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "This is what I want. Don't stop."

I growled low in my throat, releasing his wrists and spinning him back around to face me. His eyes were wild; his cheeks flushed, and his lips parted. I captured his mouth in a rough,demanding kiss, our teeth clashing, our tongues battling. He tasted like desire and need, and I couldn't get enough.

I broke the kiss, my hand lifting before I could second-guess my impulse. A slap landed sharp against his cheek, the brutal sound reverberating in the silent room.

He gasped.

My chest clenched. He wanted this. Needed the edge. So did I.

My hands moved down to his jeans. I popped the button open and yanked down the zipper. Noah gasped as I roughly stripped his jeans down his legs, taking his briefs with them. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside, his body now fully exposed.

I took a moment to admire him, my eyes raking over his lean muscles, the curve of his hips, and his hard cock standing at full attention. He was beautiful. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve him, but I wasn't letting go.

I pushed him back towards the couch, a low roar in my throat. He fell back onto the cushions, his eyes never leaving mine. I followed him down, my body covering his as I captured his mouth in another fierce kiss.

I ground my hips against him, feeling his hardness against my own. His body arched up into mine, and he gripped his shoulders with his hands.

I broke the kiss, pushing myself up onto my knees. I reached for the drawer in the coffee table, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. Noah's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't say a word, only watching as I slicked my fingers up.

I reached down, my fingers finding his hole. He gasped, his body tensing slightly as I circled the tight muscle, applying gentle pressure. I leaned down, capturing his mouth in a slow, deep kiss when I slipped the first finger inside him.

He moaned into my mouth, his body relaxing as I moved my finger in and out, preparing him. I added a second finger, scissoring them until he grunted and his body jerked.

I broke the kiss, sitting back on my heels as I rolled the condom down my length. Noah's eyes were dark with desire, and a flush spread across his chest.

Yanking my cock out of my jeans, I gripped his hips, pulling him toward me while I lined myself up with his hole.

I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling the tight heat of him enveloping me. Noah moaned, his entire body tensing as I filled him.

"Move," he whispered.

I rocked my hips forward and began to thrust forward and back. Picking up speed, I set a punishing pace, my body slamming into his, filling the cabin with the sound of our flesh connecting.

Noah cried out, his hands gripping the cushions while his body met mine thrust for thrust.

I leaned down, my mouth finding his neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. He moaned, his head falling back, exposing more of his throat to me. I bit down, marking him again, claiming him as mine.

Tension rose in my body, the need for release growing with each thrust. I reached down, my hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking him in time with my movements.

It didn't take long. He cried out, his body convulsing as he came, the hot liquid spilling over my hand. The sight of him sent me over the edge. I thrust into him one last time, my body shaking as an orgasm swept over me.

I collapsed on top of his body, spent, with my breath coming in quick pants. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as we rode out the aftershocks.

I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "You're mine," I whispered, my voice soft but firm.

"Yours," he agreed, his voice barely a whisper.

Noah reached for my hand, the right one. It was the one that hurt.

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