A Million Guilty Pleasures: Million Dollar Duet (10 page)

“First things first,” Noah said, steadying me. In his hand was a ruler. “If you’re going to be bragging about me, I think you should have the facts.”

“A ruler?” I questioned.

He smirked. “Right. Perhaps a yardstick would be more appropriate?”

He wanted me to measure his penis?
And so the egomania begins
 …

I shrugged. If you can’t beat ’em, might as well join ’em. Plus, I was more than a little curious to know the exact number myself.

I took the ruler and reached for his pants.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Noah stopped me, taking a step back. “You can’t measure it limp, Delaine. You have to wait until I’m hard.”

“Hmm, I see,” I said, and then closed the gap between us. “Well, let’s see if we can’t take care of that. In the interest of presenting the facts, that is.”

I backed him up against the wall and began kissing along the length of his neck. At the same time, I cupped him through
his jeans and massaged his cock. Even limp, he was still an impressive size, but it didn’t take long before the bulge in his pants grew thick and hard under my manipulations. I couldn’t help the self-satisfied grin that spread across my face.

Noah moaned. “You’re … very talented.”

“I have a great teacher.” I took a step back and made fast work of his pants. “I think you’re up to snuff now, big boy.”

The Wonder Peen sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around it, steadying it so that I could take a proper measurement. I was impressed. Like, really impressed. Noah measured in at a little over nine inches and all that, had been inside me, and was about to be inside my ass. Admittedly, I was a bit intimidated.

“And there you have it,” he said with a cocky grin and a twinkle in his eye. “Proof that your boyfriend’s cock truly is the holy grail of penises everywhere.”

I rolled my eyes and tossed the ruler to the side. “Just how much of that speech did you hear?”

“All of it.” He stepped toward me and took the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head.

“And now you’ve got a big head over it, huh?” I asked, unbuttoning his shirt. I kissed the newly exposed skin, inhaling his scent and memorizing each indentation of the muscles in his chest.

“Well, I think we just proved that, now didn’t we?” He kicked his shoes off and reached forward, flicking the clasp at the front of my bra and releasing it so that the straps could fall down my arms. “And it’s all yours, baby,” he said before cupping my breasts and suckling at one of the nipples. “Jesus Christ, I want you so fucking bad.”

It didn’t take either of us much longer to have the other completely undressed, and before I knew it, I was sprawled out on top of the bed with Noah’s head between my thighs.

“Mmm, you taste so sweet, kitten,” he mumbled against my soaked flesh.

His tongue flicked at my clit rapidly before he covered it with his mouth and sucked gently, all while still manipulating it with his very talented tongue. I brought my knees up and closed my thighs around his head, moaning at the sensation of his scruffy beard against my sensitive skin as he worked me over. Two fingers pushed and pulled inside me, while two more worked my back entrance. He was priming me for the invasion, so I relaxed as much as I could, enjoying the other sensations he gave me as a distraction. Before long, I found myself actually pushing forward to meet the thrust of his fingers, wanting even more.

“Yeah, you want it, too, don’t you?” I could only whimper in response. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’m going to give it to you. I just need to make sure you’re ready first.”

I came hard, rocking my hips back and forth and then stiffening as the orgasm took over my body and rendered me unable to move. Noah carefully removed his fingers and crawled up the bed to lie on his side next to me. Tender kisses were placed along my shoulder and neck until my breathing finally evened out and I could see straight again. Noah gathered me up into his arms and turned me so that my back was to him. And then he entered me from behind, in the traditional sense.

He made love to me slowly—holding me tight as he whispered words of admiration and love into my ear.

“I love you so much,” I told him, kissing the palm of his
hand, because it was one of the very few parts of him to which I had access.

“I know you do, baby.” He nuzzled the sensitive skin on the back of my neck. “I love you, too. Jesus, you feel so unbelievably good.”

But I could give him more. “Noah, I’m ready,” I told him, sensing he was waiting for my permission before going any further.

“Are you sure?” He kissed along the length of my neck to my ear. “I want to … really fucking bad, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You and I both know that you could never hurt me,” I reassured him. “Please?”

Noah reached over me and grabbed the bottle of lubricant he’d brought up from his office. He didn’t pull away from me as he squirted a little on his fingertips and then spread it around my rear opening. All the while, he was still moving inside me.

“This will be a first for me, too,” he whispered, kissing my shoulder. He pulled out of me and began to coat himself with the lubricant.

“You’ve never done this before?” I asked, stunned.

“No. So if it hurts too much, I need you to tell me. Okay?” I could feel the head of his dick at my entrance, applying a little pressure.

I nodded, holding my breath because I was nervous, but I really wanted this first for both of us. Finally, something he and I would have that no one else could ever take away.

I felt him push forward slowly, more pressure. And then with one very quick, very short thrust, he was inside me. I gasped at the burning sensation and stiffened, holding my
breath once again and willing the fire of the stretching pain to subside. Tears sprang to my eyes unbeckoned, like a little girl who’d just fallen and scraped her knee, only this was so much bigger than that. My body’s natural instinct was to push him out, but I held still and squeezed my eyes shut instead, unwilling to move or breathe for fear it would only make it worse.

“Breathe, kitten. You have to breathe.” Noah’s strained voice was almost a whisper as his shaky hands stroked my arms lovingly and peppered my shoulders with tender kisses. “Just breathe and try to relax. It’ll get better.”

I exhaled a long breath and tried my damnedest to loosen the muscles in my body. He was right—once I started to relax, the pain subsided a bit.

“Keep going,” I told him.

Noah’s voice was raspy, his body trembling. “Are you sure? I’m not even all the way in yet. That was only the head.”

What!
?

I nodded my head quickly, my jaw feeling the pressure of my clenched teeth. I inhaled deeply and then exhaled again, readying myself for yet more pain. I could do this. I could do it for him. “Just … go slow,” I said, unable to keep the strain out of my voice.

“I’m hurting you. We’re not doing this,” he said, and I felt him back away as if he were about to pull out, which I absolutely could not let happen.

“No! I want this. Please, Noah, let me give this to you. Give this to me,” I begged, and then pushed back into him slightly to prove how much I wanted it.

I heard him groan. A groan of pleasure, not frustration. I did that to him. Then I felt his warm, soft, wet lips along my
shoulders again as he began to move inside me, oh so slowly, once more. It wasn’t nearly as painful, just uncomfortable. But the more he moved, the deeper he went, the more I loosened up and started to enjoy the sensations. An involuntary moan escaped my lips, and I felt his arms tighten around me and his breathing became heavier. I wanted to know that it felt good to him, too; I wanted to hear him
say
it.

“What does it feel like?” I asked. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, God, kitten. You have no idea,” he moaned in that husky voice, his hot breath spilling over the skin on the back of my neck. “You feel so fucking good.”

“More. Give me more,” I urged him on, knowing he was holding back for fear of hurting me. But I wanted him to get the full effect, and in truth, I sort of liked it. I knew I wouldn’t get off this first time, but that was okay, too.

Noah held me firmly in place as he rolled his hips, moving deeper still, faster.

“That’s it, baby,” I spurred him on. “Do what feels good to you. I want you to come so fucking hard.”

“Shit! I love it when you say naughty things to me,” he managed between heavy breaths.

That was all he needed to say. If he loved it, I was going to give him more of it.

“Noah, your massive cock is in my ass,” I moaned, wanting him to get the mental effect as well as the physical. “Oh, God, baby. You’re fucking me in my ass, owning me completely.”

That must have done it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he growled through clenched teeth. “I can’t … stop. Oh, God. I’m gonna … Fuck, I’m gonna come, kitten.”

Noah thrust into me, his hips slapping against my ass and his hand clutching my hip so hard I knew there would be a bruise there by morning. He bit into the flesh on the back of my neck and growled out his release, furiously animalistic. All I could do was hold on, all the while grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
I
did that for him.
I
gave him what no one else ever had—or ever would again, if I had anything to say about it. And I’d do it a thousand more times. Because I could.

It hurt like a motherfucker. But the discomfort I experienced was worth it in the end, because it was a connection only he and I shared. I could feel how much pleasure it gave him, and I reveled in the fact that a man who seemingly was always in control wasn’t when it came to me. It was a freedom he deserved, and I always wanted him to feel like that.

I’d come to Noah a virgin in every sense of the word, physically and emotionally, and he had introduced me to a world of unspeakable pleasure. He might have paid two million dollars for me, but I owed him so much more than that for what he had given to me in return. I owed him my heart, my soul, my body—and they were all his.

“I love you so much, Noah Crawford.” My voice was barely a whisper. I reached around and caressed his bare ass with the palm of my hand. “Thank you.”

“I love you, too, Delaine Talbot,” he whispered back. I could feel his heart pounding against my back as his chest rose and fell with his labored breaths. “I can’t imagine ever sharing something so intimate with anyone but you. Thank you for trusting me.”

Noah

Making love to Lanie was the easiest thing in the world to do, because I loved her with everything that I was, or ever would be. But bringing her pain for the sake of my pleasure was torture.

I had wanted it so badly. It was forbidden, and that made it all the more alluring. But when I’d entered her there for the first time and heard her suck in a sharp breath and felt her body stiffen … well, I’d expected it to hurt her at first, but I obviously hadn’t been fully prepared for just how much it would, and I couldn’t do that to her. I had every intention of calling the whole thing off, but then she practically begged me to keep going. It was her plea for me to let her have that moment, that first with me, my first, even though she was receiving nothing but pain in return, that cinched the deal and made me continue on despite my reservations.

I would’ve given her anything she asked for. I would’ve snatched the moon out of the night sky and laid it at her delicate feet, gathered the universe up into a neat little ball and placed it in her tiny hands—anything she wanted. Because she
deserved so much more than that, and I would sacrifice my entire life to make sure she fucking had it all.

But I’d never be able to make up for treating her like a whore, for treating her like she was nothing more than a piece of ass that was solely there to satisfy my cravings for pussy, for treating her like she was no more than another toy I’d acquired, a piece of property. For stealing her innocence. How were we ever going to make it when our relationship was born out of the fucking bowels of impure intentions to begin with?

I had to have faith we would, because if what we had was wrong, then I didn’t want to be right. Yeah, it was a corny line, but the words rang undeniably true. See? I was turning into a total bitch for her, pussy-whipped to the extreme.

Let me prove my point …

During the actual deed, I was a nervous wreck. My body shook both from my fear of hurting Lanie and from having to hold back and not plow into her. It felt that good. Not that her pussy didn’t; it was experiencing the forbidden dance with her that was such a turn-on. You only share something like that with someone you trust, someone you plan to spend the rest of your life with, someone with whom you have a sacred motherfucking bond.

What I had walked in on between Julie and David hadn’t been anything like the intimacy of the moment Lanie and I had just experienced together. That was nothing more than two whoremongers fucking for the sake of fucking, for the sake of gutting me and leaving me to bleed out onto the floor. They could search the rest of their pathetic lives and never come close to finding what I had with my Lanie. My Lanie.