Page 63 of Cruel Proposal
I go down hard, rolling to the side.
It's not fast enough, though.
He's on me, flipping me over so I'm facing him.
Noah's weight presses down on me. "There are going to be people who attack you. Ones who are bigger than you, and they're going to want to hurt you. What are you going to do if they do?"
I still beneath him, knowing that thrashing isn't going to do anything.
He eases off a little, his cock hardening and pressing into me.
He leans closer, and I use it to my advantage, rearing up and slamming my head into his nose.
Pain pounds through my skull, but it's worth it. It disorients him for a second, and I free an arm, punching him hard in the shoulder.
He shifts to the side, and I wiggle enough to get my feet under me.
I press them into his chest and shove him back as hard as I can.
He falls back, and I'm on him quickly, driving one knee into his chest and holding him down.
He grins up at me like he's loving this, lust in his eyes.
I could toy with him now. I could make him putty in my hands. This could be used against him.
But if I'm going to do that, I don't want it to be just for the sake of trying to manipulate him.
Noah is right about one thing. I do stuff down everything I want and everything I need for other people. I push everything I'm going through to the side because it's easier to deal with other people's shit than my own.
Right now, I want to do something for me.
I move to straddle his waist, grabbing his wrists and keeping his hands pinned to the floor.
He could get out of it if he really wanted to, but there's interest in his eyes as he watches me.
His body stiffens beneath mine as I lick the trail of sweat along his collarbone, taking my time to trace the tattoos before kissing his neck.
I suck on his pulse as it jumps. With a roll of my hips, I let out a soft moan, my pussy already aching.
He groans and lifts his hips, pressing into me.
I hold his wrists tighter, wanting to feel like the one in control even though I know I've never been less in control in my entire life.
Noah plays along, staying still other than the slow grind of his hips.
I sit back, letting go of his wrists long enough to peel my bra off over my head, tossing it to the side.
I run my hands down my waist and back up, cupping my breasts.
My thumbs brush against my nipples, already stiff peaks from the thought of getting to ride him.
Noah watches me, lacing his hands together behind his head.
"You gonna play with yourself for me?" His voice is husky and low as I stand, shedding the rest of my clothing before straddling him once more.
His cock presses through the thin fabric of his shorts, hard and long.
I grind against it, sliding up and down like it's my first time dry humping. I could come from the feeling of this alone, every brush of the fabric bunching against my clit making me ache more.
