Page 25 of Crown of Thorns
“No,merde.” His rhythm stutters. He curses again under his breath, a choked sound caught between frustration and surrender. Then his free hand grips my hair harder, as if punishing me for making him lose control. His voice drops, guttural and raw. “Take it out.”
A thrill shoots through me. I slide to my knees slowly, deliberately, and reach for his waistband. He doesn’t stop me. Doesn’t even blink. He can’t resist me. It’s hard as fuck, shining an angry red at the leaking tip. The pronounced veins make my mouth water. There he is, losing his control. It makes him look fucking glorious.
“Look at what you made me do.” It’s the only warning I get before he pushes his cock into my mouth. “You…Devil.”
I nuzzle the warmth of his erection, inhaling the musky flavour. It drives all my senses insane. He smells like another secret, a forbidden crush, and dangerous and all mine. My tongue flicks out and Noah’s cock twitches, leaking more. He tastes good, my touch making him shiver and grunt while he holds a firm hand on my nape, keeping me in place.
“I should pay you back for everything you make me do.”
I lick the underside of his dick, humming in pleasure as I graze the smooth ridges of his veins that lead me all the way down to the base. Traveling back with my mouth, I leave a hand on his balls, fondling them carefully. When I reach his tip, I look up and right at him.
Noah’s glare is dark and unhinged, filled with rage and wonder. His mouth is agape, and he’s breathing heavily through his nostrils. His skin is flushed, his chest heaving as he watches me like he still can’t believe it.
Grabbing hold of his shaft, I pop off his crown and smile at him. “I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll come crawling for me next time.”
He snarls at that. It’s desperate plea for power and I fucking love it. Sucking his dick all the way in, his slit hits the back of my throat and I swallow, moan, and swallow again.
“So good,” he rumbles, pulling my hair and thrusting his hips for more friction. I gag, loving how spit trickles down the corners of my lips as we fight each other on the outcome of this littledisplay for dominance. “F…fuck,” he stutters. Lifting his hips in one more, sluggish roll, he grumbles, then comes down my throat. I swallow around his spurting dick, taking in as much of his release as I can, enticed by his soft noises. I’m feeling fucking euphoric. I might be down on my knees, but I’ve got him by the balls.
Noah grabs me by my hair and lifts me up, where I claim my place between his knees. “You prick,” he snarls. And then he smashes his lips against mine. His tongue is everywhere, his attempt to dominate failing.
Placing my hand on his, I place our grip on my throbbing throat where the wound is still leaking, coating our fingers in crimson. It will sting like a motherfucker, but that’s later. This is now. This is all that matters.
Noah’s kiss is obsessive as he fights against his own failed resistance. He grumbles in my mouth as if to blame me, and I smile against his lips while I let him ravage me. He bites my tongue, and a rumble comes from his chest when I bite him right back, filling our mouths with a metallic taste. Fingers dig into my chin, and then he pulls back, his gaze conflicted and his lips smeared in red.
“Touch yourself.” His fingers dig deeper before he releases me with a yank. His gaze dips to where I have taken out my heavy, weeping cock. His breath catches, just slightly, but enough. I savour that tiny, involuntary twitch, the way his pupils flare like I’ve just pulled a trigger.
Black ink swirls down my fingers, spilling down my erection when I grab it in my hand and start stroking. Fast and fucking furious, because with Noah’s heavy stare on me I’m ready to blow any minute. “You like to watch me? Like to watch my cock explode for you?”
“I hate it.”
“Liar. I can smell your desire from here. Feel it in my fingertips.” Okay, that's a lie, but my brain is temporarily out of office. I want to come, it’s the only thing I can think of. Want to come with him watching me.
“You sick creature,” he hisses. I’m not sure who he means,him or me. But it doesn’t matter. Because the moment his hand brushes my hair off of my clammy face, I’m fucking done for. I come on a howl, making sure to aim my spurting dick right at his stomach. Warmth and stickiness paint his skin, and I watch for the flicker in his face. Shock, shame, something darker he doesn't say. My eyes roll back and my knees wobble as pleasure rips through me like wildfire, scorching every last thought of restraint. And then it’s over, and Noah gets off the windowsill, pushing me aside.
“I want you out of my office.Now.” He tosses me a bag of tissues I barely catch.
He won’t look at me. He can’t. Not with my cum on his stomach and guilt in his throat.
Throwing the used ones in the bin, I decide against trying for a kiss and risking having my nose broken. I’ve pushed him enough for one day. Nearly. “You’ll have to tell me where you got that knife, baby.”
“I’m not your baby, Louis. I’m your professor.”
“The way you handled that thing?” I whistle. “Sexy.”
“Get out.”
I flutter to the door, feeling fucking awesome. He doesn’t acknowledge me, but he doesn’t have to. My cum on his shirt is enough recognition. “Keep your phone with you. And your mask ready.” I blow him a kiss, which he ignores. “The Brotherhood always watches, baby. And tonight, we hunt.” Then I’m out of the door and practically flying through the corridor. Yes, I’ve got my handsome professor exactly where I want him. No fucking ideawhy. I just want him there.
Noah Montague is the exception to any rule I’ve ever written. His hatred is the best kind of foreplay. I’ll let him fuck me however he wants. Then, when his defences are down and he’s softened in all the right places. I’ll shatter him.
8
NOAH
Istare at the corridor that sits behind my office.
I swear it was made for a horror movie. During the day, everything works fine. But at night, the light flickers like some goddamn Freddy Krueger scene.
