He was glad because he intended to have her in one of the two a whole lot of the time. And he was deeply grateful that she’d moved past that idiot’s words tonight. She was listening to the people who mattered. He toed out of his sneakers and his socks joined them. “I like to tie you up.”
She eased the fly of his jeans open, and he felt his cock jump, eager to play. He’d concentrated on her the first night they’d made love. His whole focus had been on worshiping her, but they needed this connection, too. It was okay for him to take this because Noelle needed to give to him, too.
She also needed to explore, and it looked like she was starting with his dick. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and he felt every muscle in his body tighten. Her hand was soft and warm as she stroked him. The way her eyes took him in was even hotter than the feel of her hand. There wasn’t hesitation in her gaze. There was hunger.
He was ready for her to eat him up.
* * * *
Noelle had never spent so much time on sex, and she reveled in it. This was what had been missing. Perhaps not merely the time spent or the care. It wouldn’t have worked with another man. She was attuned to this one, to the way he cared for her, worshipped her body with his.
It was time to show him she adored him, too. And that she could play some wicked games.
She ran her hands from his chest to his abdomen. He was gorgeous, all muscled and tan, like he spent time in the sun working out, perfecting a body that was stunning to begin with. She drew her hands to where she’d uncovered his cock, tracing the line of neatly trimmed hair. She eased his jeans and boxers down so they were around his hips and she had full access to his cock.
Like the rest of Hutch, his dick was a thing of beauty.
She brushed her fingers over his hard flesh, moving from the base to the bulb, memorizing the soft feeling of the skin versus the strength it encased. She let the tip of her finger trace the ridge where the cockhead began, teasing the sensitive cap.
“I want to feel your tongue on me, Noelle,” Hutch commanded.
She leaned over and licked the head of his cock, taking in the drop of arousal that had beaded there. Salty and masculine, she liked the way he tasted, too.
She definitely liked the tremble that went through his body and how his hand found her hair.
“That feels so fucking good. You’re going to pay me back aren’t you, brat?”
She liked being his brat. She was always the good girl, but here alone with Hutch she could explore another side of herself. She wasn’t going to thank that ass Jeffrey, but she was happy things had worked out the way they had because she couldn’t imagine exploring without Hutch. “I think I might like to play.”
He hissed as she sucked the head of his cock behind her lips. All of her previous worry was shoved to the side because he would tell her what he liked. He wouldn’t prevaricate. She could try whatever she liked, and he would guide her to what gave him the greatest pleasure.
Trusting him gave her a freedom she’d never known before. So did having her legs tied. She wasn’t worried about being awkward or how they looked. He’d been careful as he’d tied her, making certain every inch of her skin got his loving attention before binding her legs together and making her helpless against him.
It was odd because she’d been helpless before. She would have thought being tied up would make her feel panicked, but a warmth had come over her, and then a pounding excitement that Hutch could do whatever he wanted with her. He could play with her and fuck her and spank her.
Wow, she liked being spanked. There was an ache in her cheeks that she could still feel. Every slap he’d given her had gone straight to her pussy, and she was wetter than she could have imagined.
She glanced up and Hutch was staring down at her, his eyes filled with dark desire. He was watching her, watching her tongue as it licked across his cock, watching as she took him into her mouth and laved him with affection.