Page 76 of The Christmas Fix
She fisted a hand around the root, and Noah’s feet scrambled for purchase on the wood paneled floor as if he were trying to escape.
“Uh-uh,” Cat tutted, brushing a feather-like kiss over the swollen head.
The cords of his neck stood out as he fought back the urges she was desperate to free.
“My turn now,” she said, her confidence returning with the control she’d wrestled back.
“Cat—” Her name sounded like a warning, but he knew Cat didn’t think much of the rules. Or he should have known.
She made sure Noah was looking at her when she wet her lips. His erection jerked in response against her hand. She gave him no time to anticipate before drawing her lips around his crown and sliding down the length. There was too much of him to go far, but when she hit the back of her throat, Noah’s hips flexed up before he could fight the urge.
This was where Cat liked to be: in charge.
She lost herself in the rhythm, the slick slide of her mouth over and around the thick column of aching arousal. He was pulling at her hair, oblivious to the pain he caused, and she liked it. Faster, pushing him closer and closer to that razor thin edge of control and wild. Of principled and primitive.
She needed him like that. Shredded control, driven by desire.
He was fucking her mouth now with shallow pumps of his hips, and she let him draw himself closer to the line. Brazenly, she reached down and cupped his balls.
He growled, a rumble that wrenched its way free from his chest. This time, when he pulled her hair, it was to drag her off his cock and up his body. He rolled them across the floor. The metal seams between the wood of the kitchen floor and the rug of the living room bit into Cat’s back and shoulders. But she didn’t care. Not with Noah ranging himself over her. Not with the head of his penis prodding at her begging entrance.
She was lightheaded with want. But somewhere inside, a tiny shred of logic lived. “Condom,” she breathed.
He swore and wrestled with one of the pockets of his pants.
Cat was barely breathing now, but the sound of foil tearing made her open her eyes. She watched him roll it down his thick length. Their gazes met as he fisted his erection, pumping it. His free hand closed over one of her breasts.
Cat used her legs to draw him back into position. “Now, Noah,” she demanded. There was no time for teasing games. Just a desperate drive for release. He lined himself up, pressed gently, and Cat opened for him.
“Jesus, Noah. Now!”
And then he was pushing his way into her body, stretching and sliding until he was fully surrounded by her.
Cat cried out. The shock of the pleasure, of the edge of pain from being so full. Roughly, Noah clapped a hand over her mouth.
This. This is how Cat wanted it.Wild and fast, unthinking. Hand in place, Noah withdrew too slowly. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his dick as he left her body. She hooked her heels around his back and begged him to come back.
He slammed into her, hitting bottom. Cat felt her shoulders bite into the carpet.
“Yes,” she hissed against his hand.
“Open your eyes, Cat,” Noah commanded. No hint of the good-natured man now. Just a beast ready to lose himself in an ancient rhythm.
She did as she was told, fighting against the intimacy that connected them. He withdrew again, and just as Cat’s breath hitched he pushed back in, harder, faster. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his face. His jaw was set with tension, the hollows of his cheeks stood out. And the guttural grunts he released every time he bottomed out inside her had her tender muscles gripping his erection harder.
She was supposed to be in control here, setting the speed, demanding the wild. But she felt her tethers on him snapping, her control dissolving every time he slammed into her.
He pushed off with his feet, digging into the floor. She heard a crack, a thump, and couldn’t have cared less what had just smashed to the floor because Noah was fucking her hard enough that they were moving across the floor from kitchen to living room on the power of his thrusts alone.
“I want to feel you come on my cock, Cat,” he told her. “I want to feel every squeeze of your tight, hot pussy until you make me come inside you.”
Cat couldn’t answer him. Couldn’t process the filthy promises her mild-mannered, tightly wound Noah was making as he raked himself in and out of her. She was already near another release when he leaned down between their bodies and lapped at her breast.
She answered him the only way she could, by squeezing those secret muscles, clamping around him like a vise.
“Mmmm,” he rasped. “I knew I’d love fucking you, Cat.” Even as he spoke those harsh words, he threaded his fingers with hers and squeezed. Reassuring her, promising her they were in this together.
And it was that promise that triggered her building orgasm. In one glorious rush, Cat felt herself tense and close around him as Noah drove his cock into her and held. Her cry was muffled by his hand. Her fingers gripped his as he pulled out and rocked back into her, timing his thrusts with the powerful waves of her release.
