Page 77 of Lust & Lies
He didn’t deny it. His jaw flexed as I licked a bit of syrup from my thumb. His eyes dropped to my mouth again.
“You should eat, Aiden.”
“Finish eating, Noelle,” he insisted, voice low and deep. “Because when you’re done, I’m not letting you out of that chair until you’ve drunk every drop I have to give.”
Heat spread through me as I took another bite of bacon. I chewed slowly before swallowing, wishing it was his cum sliding down my throat. I slid the bacon into my mouth, oh, so slowly, then bit down.
His eyes stayed on my lips the entire time, his breathing just a little heavier than before. I continued eating, making every swallow as seductive as I could, every movement as sinful as possible.
By the time I finished the last bite of pancake, the air between us was electric. Licking my lips, I set my fork down, the clink against the plate loud in the quiet kitchen. Though they weren’t sticky, I licked each one of my fingers clean, sucking on them a little to tease my husband.
“All done,” I murmured. “Now, come here, savage. Let me taste you.”
The sound of his chair scraping against the floor as he rose to his feet was music to my ears.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
NOELLE
I TOOK A SIP OF MYcoffee to get my mouth hot and ready for my husband as he rounded the table. He moved slowly with a predatory calm that made me want him even more. It was like he was moving in slow motion.
Boy, bring that cock here!
I wanted to rush him. I held back, resisting the urge to tap my foot impatiently. He lifted the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head as he approached me.
Okaaay, Magic Mike.
Magic Mike? A cheesy movie I liked.
Look at me remembering things. I’d celebrate that later. I kept my eyes on my husband, watching his muscles flex when he tossed his shirt onto the floor. It should be a crime to be that damn fine.
He was the definition of sex appeal. An orgasm waiting to happen. Living, breathing arousal. And he was all mine. When he reached me, he placed his hand on the back of my chair to turn me toward him.
“Open your legs for me,” he ordered in that deep voice that made me cum a little just from the sound.
I didn’t think, just obeyed, letting my knees fall apart in quiet surrender. He stepped into the space between them, cupping myjaw with one hand while the other skimmed my thigh. I had too many clothes on.
I wanted to feel his hand against my skin. When his thumb brushed my lower lip, my mouth opened automatically. He slipped his thumb inside, letting me taste the faint salt of his skin.
His gaze darkened at the way my tongue curled around him, slow, teasing. His breath hitched, hunger written all over his face. I bit his thumb gently before sliding my tongue over the slight bite marks.
“Swallow,” he whispered.
I did, wrapping my lips around his thumb and swallowing as I stared into his eyes.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, removing his thumb from my mouth to rub it across my lips.
He took a step back, eyes still on me. And my eyes never left him, with his sexy ass. Aiden stood in front of me, broad chest bare, the low hang of his pants doing nothing to hide his thick length straining against the fabric.
That thang was trying to get to me.Don’t worry, cock. I’m on my way.As he unbuttoned his pants, he toed his shoes off, kicking them out of the way. His eyes stayed locked on mine as his fingers went to his waistband, sliding the pants down slowly, along with his boxers.
He was taking too damn long to give me what I wanted. I had to ball my hands into fists to keep from snatching his cock out of his pants and shoving it in my mouth. He stepped out of his pants and stood before me, clad only in his socks.
My gaze dropped to his cock. That thang was living up to its name. It wascockedlike a pistol, erect, jutting forward, seeking my mouth. I was seeking it too, wanting to be filled with it until I was choking on it.
“Open that pretty mouth, Noelle,” he drawled, his tone leaving no room for anything but obedience.
I didn’t make him ask twice. My lips parted as he stepped closer, the scent of his cologne flooding my senses. His hand went to the back of my head and slid into my hair, gripping tight, the pull making my scalp tingle.
