Power (Romantic Suspense) (17 page)

You’re lucky I’m close to coming or I would beat the shit out of you. That’s okay. Like Noah said, there’s other ways to hurt someone.

“You’ll never get this pussy again, Harrold.” I gyrated into Noah’s face. A fucking gangster. The top dog in the yard. A man that people ran from. And here I was grinding my creamy center all over his mouth and chin like a queen. It didn’t matter that my wrists and ankles were handcuffed, I owned Noah.

“No.” Harrold covered his ears. “No.”

“You want this pussy?” I wiggled my breasts. “You miss it?”

Giving up, Harrold fisted his hands in his laps. Which made me see his leg and realize that he had a hard-on that he could do nothing about.

Meanwhile, Noah continued to do bad things to my center and my attention left Harrold. Noah’s lips made sopping sounds as he grunted the whole time. He cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples.

“Oh, Noah, you’re the best.” I twisted my hips and met his licks. “Oh, no one compares.”

Abruptly, I exploded into an orgasm and woke up at the same time.

I woke the fuck up!

Wait. What? That’s a dream? No. I want that tongue!! No!

My eyes opened right as I realized I’d been humping the shit out of Noah’s ass, making him my little bitch. While I slept, I’d gripped both of his arms, had my leg over his, and my pussy rocking into that hard, muscular butt of his.

Uh. This can’t be good. Shit. Is he sleeping? Wait. Where am I? Whose bed is this?

Not surprisingly, I realized that he was definitely awake. I knew this from the low giggles he delivered in between horny grunts.

I stopped with nothing to say.

In a low growl, he said. “Are you up from your nap now, Mary Jane?”

“Oh, be quiet.”

“What were you dreaming about as you humped me?”

“Bunnies and rainbows.”

“Of course.” He turned around and his cock was hard and pulled out of his boxer briefs. “I’ve never had anyone dare to think they could hump my ass like that.”

“I was sleeping, but. . .not. Like sleep walking, but way more perverted.”

“Sleep fucking?” He grinned.

“Apparently.”

He licked his lips. “Do you sleep fuck a lot?”

“No. Well. . .maybe one other time. Well, three or—”

He frowned. “You’ve violated others?”

“You can’t rape the willing.”

“No, you can’t.” He kissed me. “So from now on, you won’t sleep with anyone else.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” He captured my lips and wouldn’t let me talk anymore while he began violating me in the most delicious ways.

Through it all, I couldn’t get that statement out of my head while he pulled down my panties, spread my thighs, and thrust his finger into me.

“You won’t sleep with anyone else.”

That didn’t sound like a suggestion. In fact, he’d said it as if that was a new law. No more men could come to my bed while I slept? What type of person declared things like that? Suddenly, he took my thoughts back to his lips and hands as he caressed my breasts and nibbled at the curve of my neck.

“Yeah, no one else,” he said again.

No one else?

Chapter 11

Noah

Someone needled a jokester:
“I had your wife, without paying a dime.”

The husband replied:
“It's my duty as a husband to couple with such a monstrosity. What made you do it?”

–Philogelos (The Laughter Lover)

M
ary Jane
stopped my kisses with a confused expression on her face. “I had a crazy dream. A few times in it, I could’ve sworn I heard Crusher singing?”

“He was singing in the bedroom just now,” I admitted.

“Singing?” Shocked, she asked.

“Yes. Some Disney song.”

“Crusher? Wow.” She slowly sat up. “Your life provides me with a lot of comedy inspiration.”

“Good.” I couldn’t help but drink her in. Her dress was ripped and the straps tattered, but still she glowed like a queen.

She stirred as I studied her. “Where am I sleeping, tonight?”

“In here. Is that a problem?”

“I don’t know.” She scooted away from me. “Who’s your favorite comedian?”

I pulled her back. “Excuse me?”

“Who’s your favorite comedian? I expect my lover to have high-end taste in comedy. Be careful. If you pick the wrong one, you’ll have to find me somewhere else to sleep.”

I pierced her with my gaze. “You’re sleeping in here.”

She crossed her arms over her lovely breasts. “Who’s your favorite comedian?”

My jaw twitched. “Richard Pryor.”

“Wow. The Master. The Father of Many Techniques. That’s such a good choice, it’s making my whole body excited.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes.”

“So I won’t have to handcuff you to my bed?” I asked.

“No more handcuffs,” she said.

No more handcuffs? What is she talking about?

She rubbed her wrists. “Wait a minute. That didn’t happen.”

“What didn’t happen?”

She looked around a bit confused. “What happened with Harrold?”

“The guys threatened him and sent him on his way. Fuji broke more things. Don’t you remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” She bit her bottom lip.

“Just a minute.” I got up. Turning off all the lights, I got on the bed and lounged next to her. The moon’s light shined in the room. I could still make out her face and form. How odd that she’d been the only other person to ever lay in my bed, but it didn’t feel weird or violating in any way.

She’s changing me too much. I’ll have to stop this. Later.

Pre-cum spilled from my cock.

Much later.

She turned on her side. “Why do you like Richard Pryor?”

“You probably wouldn’t agree with my reasoning.”

“Go ahead,” she said.

“I read about his life. That made me love him.”

“What made you read about him?”

“I like to learn about icons and legends. See what I could mimic and steal. Great men and women can teach us things by looking at their lives.” I raised my hand to the back of her head and played with her hair. I wanted those curls to be a mess all over her head like it had been when she stumbled into my place. I wanted to see her wild like she was as she rocked onto my cock and screamed my name.

She inched closer to me and placed her hands on my chest. My heart beat even faster.

“What do you like about Richard Pryor’s life?” she asked.

“He grew up in a brothel. His grandmother ran it. His father was a violent pimp.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. I’ve been to brothels. I’ve employed some of the guys that have parents that are prostitutes or pimps. Some of them are the darkest people I’ve met. For Pryor to live through it all as a kid and still have the light to make people laugh, that’s beautiful.”

“Damn, I really like you,” she whispered and captured my mouth with hers.

I really like you? What does she expect from this? No. I won’t think about that now. Fuck. Her lips are so soft.

We kissed endlessly. Our hands explored each other. Clothes ripped and tore in the moonlight. She did more of the shredding than me, destroying my shirt and almost yanking me out of my pants.

Wild and untamed. Naked, the both of us. There was no holding back. No restraint on either of our parts. My cock rose hard and ready for war. She’d teased it enough earlier in the day, prancing around with that curvy bottom and those lush melons.

Plus, I’d lost a friend and she made me forget that fact. I had to keep her around. I didn’t do drugs, but I could see why. She symbolized the perfect high—the euphoria without the addiction.

I’ll get addicted to her. I can see it. Yes. Later, I’ll put a stop to this. Not now. Definitely later.

“Richard Pryor was the perfect answer.” She got on top of me, but didn’t put me inside of her. Scratching my chest with both of her hands, she groaned, “I can’t wait to bounce on this big, beautiful dick, as reward for saying the perfect answer.”

Goddamn it. Did she have to say it like that? Fuck. Okay. I’ll put a stop to this. Months later.

“You’re perfect.” My heart beat like a drummer high off of acid. More pre-cum spurted out and I gripped her hips and bottom, lifting her in the air, with no time for her to think or say anything else.

“Oh, shit!” She might’ve been on top, but I fucked her good from the bottom. All she could do was hold on to the ride and not let go.
Maybe six months later.
Her breasts bobbed those nipples and I howled like a beast.

It startled her. I could tell as her eyes widened, but she didn’t pause, probably loving my cock too much. I flipped Mary Jane over to her back. The bed shook. Moonlight made her eyes glow like she’d been bred from magic. So far, everything about this woman had been perfect.

Just a year. Then I’ll stop this. We won’t last longer than that. Fuck. I want her.

People talked about chemistry and emotional connections, and I’d thought all of those things were myths and unrealistic fantasies. But this woman hooked me. She was in my head and slowly seeping into my heart.

“Damn you.” I pumped into her. “Say my name.”

“Noah,” she moaned.

“Goddamn you. You’re so perfect.” I spread her legs wider and pounded, trying to go as deep as I could. So damned deep, I would slip in and get lost forever.

“Give it to me, Noah.”

I’ll do more than that.

I didn’t have her for too long. Our situation was on borrowed time. We were too different. We would never work. I only had a day, maybe two. Maybe months or a year.
Stop thinking about it.
What was I thinking? I’d only get a good couple of days and she’d be back in her college dorm, talking to douchebag frat boys or horny professors. I’d be back in my club letting some chick, who was half her value, get on her knees and suck my dick until I hopefully forgot Mary Jane’s name.

Could I forget her name?

For her and me, chemistry and a connection wouldn’t be enough to keep us together. This was temporary, but I planned to enjoy every short moment we had.

“You love this pussy?”

“Yes, my Mary Jane. You’re a beautiful surprise.”

I was lost in her body’s melody. I didn’t have time to play around. I had to go hard core. Break the head board. Leave her legs sore. Make her soul reach out its spirit to touch me, so she would remember this night. Imprint each detail in my head—her swollen clit throbbing against me as I fucked her. That flowery scent mingling with the arousal of her sex.

If I could, I would’ve written it all down. The taste of her pussy. The softness of her flesh. The richness of her moans. The squeaking of the bed.

She had that good pussy. The sort a man wanted to lock down and trap to him. Never let out, unless the chick was strapped to him. That good pussy. I’d heard legends of women with gold between their thighs, but thought it was bullshit. Now, I was a believer. She had that good pussy. Gushing and dripping. Her sex wet for me. It was a perfect opening to pleasure. Folds like satin, a liquid symphony. Good pussy. Warm flesh hugging my cock. Drawing me inside of her. Luring. Singing to never stop.

“Oh, Noah. It feels so good.”

That’s a goddamned understatement.

I couldn’t even talk. Who would’ve thought that a woman would have me so speechless and pounding into her like a virgin boy who’s never felt pussy. But there I was, trembling as she shuddered.

Groaning and grunting as she moaned out my name. “Oh, Noah, I’m coming.”

“Goddamn you!” I bit the curve of her neck and slowed my strokes. I wanted her to feel every inch of me and make the moment last even longer.

She dug her nails into my shoulders and bellowed, “Oh! My! God!”

And then she trembled all over my cock as I rode her pussy into my own voyage of earth-shattering pleasure.

Years.