roamed over her curves as he started to press against her.
She had to catch her breath at the sensation because he felt enormous. He’d felt big before, but this position he’d put her in made her so much tighter.
He gripped her hips as he started to impale her on his cock.
She gasped at the first long thrust. He held himself against her.
“You okay?” He was a chatty top.
“No.” She was going to be completely honest with him. “I’m dying because you won’t fuck me.”
She felt his hand run down her spine. “I love it when you talk dirty in that Southern accent. It gets me hot. I’m going to fuck you, baby. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore and you scream out my name and wake Kyle up.”
She bit her bottom lip because she wasn’t going to do that. She could keep quiet.
He dragged his cock out and then immediately thrust back in, and he hit some magical place that made her shake. He was the only one who’d ever stroked her in exactly the right way. Until the other night she hadn’t known that place existed. She’d managed to give herself orgasms, but they’d all been about stimulating her clitoris. Hutch managed to press a button inside her pussy that made her see stars.
“I can make you do it,” Hutch promised. “I can take that ladylike exterior of yours and strip it away to reveal my sexy sub. That’s what you are right now. You can be the smartest person in the room during the day, but at night in our bed you’re my sub. Your job is to offer me your body and take my cock any way I want you to.”
She loved it when he talked nasty, too. Like her, he had a daytime persona. He was the nice guy, the guy who always had some candy for the kids, who was always willing to help. But here with her he was the dirty Dom.
This was a place that was only for them.
His right hand moved around her waist to settle against her clit, and the minute he rubbed her, she couldn’t hold back another second. The pleasure hit her like a wave and she cried out, not caring that someone might hear her. She was everything Hutch had said she was.
His.
She felt him stiffen behind her and he went wild, pumping into her until he finally fell to the bed beside her.
He had the sweetest smile on his face as he helped her up to join him. He kissed her and smoothed back her hair. “You’ll be careful at work.”
He was compromising. She could do the same. “I will. I promise. I won’t take any chances.”
“Because we’re together now and we have to take care of each other,” he said. “We have to honor what’s important to each other. You are the most important thing to me.”
He was going to make her cry but he kissed her again, and she let him take over. She let everything float away and trusted in her Dom.
Chapter Thirteen
“Do you ever listen to anything I say? Anything?” Kyle stood in the living room, a mug of coffee in one hand as he pointed to the clothes on the floor.
Hutch bit back a grin and scooped up Noelle’s clothes. He had to stop tossing her underwear around every time she slept with him or she would get the wrong idea. “My living room in my house is a perfectly safe place.”
“It’s not safe for me.” Kyle shook his head and moved to the windows that overlooked his front yard and driveway. He stood there staring out. “And tell your girl she’s not very quiet. I need earplugs.” He turned slightly, one side of his mouth curving up in a half smile. “Congrats, though. I take it you two are now solidly together? Or are you playing it by ear?”
“Together. I’m not playing at all.” He tossed Noelle’s laundry in the basket with his own. Being here at his place had some drawbacks, but having a full washer and dryer he didn’t have to go two floors down to find was not one of them.
And having access to his kit hadn’t been one of them either. Tonight he would introduce her to the crop, and maybe some handcuffs. She seemed to like being bound.
“Excellent, because having spent time with her, I think she would be good for you,” Kyle said quietly. “I think she’s a good woman.”