body towering over mine. Holding my gaze, he reached behind his head and stripped off his shirt in one forward yank.
My mouth went dry. How was he so built when he hardly worked out? Or did he, just not at the same times I used the gym? He flicked open the button of his jeans but left the zipper intact.
“God, you’re fucking sexy.” His mouth devoured the sensitive curve of my neck as he lifted my arms. “Keep them up.”
I stiffened, his command grating against my nature and calling up all my usual instincts. “I don’t bottom.”
There she is. Finally, the Avery I knew and loved was getting into the game.
Noah chuckled, dragging his hand up my spine to flick open the first hook of my bra. “What does that even mean?”
“It means I don’t play the submissive in bed.”
He laughed and yanked my knees forward until I was flat on my back. “We’ll see.”
No, we wouldn’t, because I wasn’t going to lie there like some fuck doll for him to boss around. I didn’t follow directions from men off the clock. And if this was truly going to be a one-time thing I had only this one chance to show him what it meant to fuck me.
“Freeze.” I held up a hand, and he stilled. Holding eye contact, I untwisted my bra and tossed it on the floor. Next came my jeans. As I slid them down my legs, revealing a deep violet thong, I watched his color rise.
“Jesus.”
Shifting onto my knees, I reached for his pants, tugging him closer, much like he’d tugged me. “On your back.” The command followed a hard yank, and he tumbled to the mattress.
I didn’t give him a chance to contemplate how the roles had changed. I straddled his hips, rocking my body over the bulge beneath his waist and finding the position that was most pleasurable to me.
His hands caught my hips, his grip tight, almost bruising. Just as momma was finding her groove, he flung me off of him, and I landed on my back again, under him.
“Don’t be selfish.” He flashed a cocky grin and dropped his head to my breasts.
I gasped as his mouth closed over one nipple, teeth scraping and lips pulling tight. My body arched into his, my nails scaling down his muscular arms.
My fist closed around his wavy hair, anchoring him to my chest. “Harder.”
He ground his erection into me, rocking us like two teenagers on the brink of disaster. His mouth tightened while his other hand teased and pulled. I could come if he did this a while longer.
“Ah…” The bite to my nipple pinched on the cusp of too hard, but then my body adjusted to the pain and I moaned. My taut muscles relaxed as my lashes lowered, giving in to the pleasure.
“You really like it rough, don’t you?”
“You have no idea.” I grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him closer, shoving his mouth to my other breast.
He sucked and bit and I was pretty sure he was leaving a few hickies. His free hand curled around my wrist and brought my hand to his crotch. I twisted out of his grip and caught his hand, pressing it to my pussy.
“Finger me.”
“Bossy.”
“Do it.”
My panties were shoved aside as his finger drove into me. I arched beneath him, bucking against his touch, riding his palm as I still held his arm.
“Harder.”
“Demanding little thing.”
“Just do it.”
He wedged another finger into my cunt and fucked them deep. “More?”
“Yes. Faster.”
“Christ.”
His fingers pumped hard, and my eyes rolled back as he hit that magical nerve where heaven and earth met inside of a woman’s body. I screamed, trembling as my first climax rushed through me, bathing his fingers. We both were out of breath, but he was far from finished.
I met his stare and gave a satisfied smile. “Now, clean it up.”
He drew back and arched a brow.
Recalling he would still be my neighbor tomorrow, I wavered between the girl he knew, the submissive woman men wanted me to be, the dominant control freak I was, and the class act I wanted to achieve. Fuck. Fuck! I shouldn’t be thinking this hard.
I pleased men most of the time. This was my time. Mine and Noah’s. What if he didn’t like this side of me? What if no one would ever like me aside from Gavin? Did this part of me have to disappear with the rest of Avery Dean Mudd?