What He Executes (What He Wants, Book Twenty-Three) Read online

  “I don’t want to have to tie you, but I will,” he said. Then he looked down at me, the glint in his eye deepening. “Actually, that’s not true at all. I do want to tie you, but I’m willing to give you a chance.”

  “I’ll be good.”

  “Will you?” he asked, sounding like he didn’t quite believe it.

  He straddled me and our eyes met as he returned to the straps of my bra, tugging them down just an inch. When he was done, he moved back to the sides of my panties, pulling those down an inch, too.

  He moved back at forth from my panties to my bra, undressing me excruciatingly slowly.

  I stared up at him, at the perfection of his body, the chiseled and ripped planes of his chest, the bulge of his biceps, the sharp hills and valleys of his six-pack. My eyes lingered on him, following the trail of hair that started at this belly button and disappeared into this shorts. I could feel him hard against me, and I couldn’t believe that I was able to make this perfect, beautiful man so excited and turned on.

  When he was finally done pulling my arms from the straps of my bra, I shivered. It was one of those bras that hooked in the front, and when he unhooked it, my breasts sprung free.

  I watched him eye me hungrily.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he moaned. “Do you know how hard your body gets me?”

  I shook my head no, because I wanted him to do exactly what he did next. He took my hand and placed it on the front of his shorts, and I rubbed his hard cock through the fabric, enjoying the weight of it in my hand.

  “Take my dick out.”

  I reached into his shorts and pulled it out. His cock was beautiful, hard and thick with a perfect head. A drop of precum glistened on the crown, and I reached out and touched it with my finger, spreading it down his shaft.

  Then I brought my hand to my mouth and spit on it.

  I moved my hand up and down, giving him a slow, slippery hand job as his hands kneaded my bare breasts.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as I stroked him. “Fuck, baby, yes, just like that. Good girl.”

  I stroked him as more of his precum spurted from his swollen head, and I spit on my hand again. Our fluids mixed together as I jerked him off, making sure to squeeze him at the root of his dick and move my hand gently over the head before repeating doing it again.

  He grew harder in my hand, and I began to move faster, stroking, squeezing. Our gazes moved in tandem, first locking on each other’s eyes, then moving to where he was playing with my tits, then finally down to his cock in my hand. When my eyes were on his, I could feel the physical attraction we shared in my soul. When my eyes moved to my breasts, I loved that his hands were so big, making me feel small and delicate as he rolled my nipples and palmed my tits. And when I saw his hard cock in my hand, I loved watching it grow harder by the second, loved watching him pulse and tremor, knowing his load was building, loved anticipating its release.

  “Shit, I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” Noah ground out.

  We kept our eyes locked on the hand job I was giving him, watching as I stroked him.

  Finally, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

  He pushed my arms up roughly over my head.

  “No,” I whimpered, protesting as he reached into the console and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He cuffed me to the handle of the car door.

  Then he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me, our tongues swirling around each other. I longed to run my fingers through his hair, and the fact that I couldn’t touch him, couldn’t let my hands roam over his hard body, was enough to drive me out of my mind with frustration.

  He moved down my body like he’d done before, this time letting his lips touch my skin, sucking each of my nipples between his lips, rolling his tongue around before biting them softly.

  I groaned when he got to my panties and finished pulling them off.

  When I was naked, he grabbed my under both my knees and pushed them to my chest.

  My pussy spread with the movement, my clit pushing from its hood.

  “You have the prettiest little pussy.”

  My sex pounded with need, so strong I wondered if he could see it.

  “You like being spread like this?” he demanded.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You like showing me that pretty pink pussy?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He lowered his mouth to my slick folds and ran his tongue around my spread hole.

  “Noah.”

  “Charlotte,” he whispered. “Damn, you taste good.” He began to eat me out, giving my pussy a deep French kiss with his tongue, moving over my smooth mound.

  His tongue slid over my clit, soft and slow.

  “Please,” I begged.

  He moved down to the pucker of my asshole, and I gasped as his tongue swirled around it softly before returning to my pussy.

  He pushed his tongue inside, rubbing against all my most sensitive spots.

  “I need to fuck you,” he groaned. He pushed a finger inside of me and then got on top of me, shedding his shorts as he went.

  His cock was right in front of my pussy, still glistening with the mixture of precum and saliva I’d used to stroke him off.

  He rubbed my clit with three fingers and began to slide his dick over my spread slit, the head of his cock hitting my sensitive sex but never penetrating me. The sensation was the best kind of tease. I wanted him inside of me and yet I knew that I could come just like this if he kept it up.

  “That tight little cunt is so wet.”

  “Yes.”

  “My bad little girl,” he ground out as he rocked his hips over me, using my slit to get himself off. “Are you my bad little girl?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Say it.”

  “I’m your bad little girl.”

  As the dirty words let my lips he began to move faster over my spread pussy, the rock hard head of his cock nudging against my clit, rubbing over the primed tissue.

  The nasty words he was making me say, mixed with being tied up as the velvety feel of his cock pushed against me caused my orgasm build inside of me, threatening to overtake me.

  “Noah,” I moaned. “Noah, I’m going to come on your cock.” I wasn’t sure what I was going to do if he said I couldn’t come yet. There was no way I could stop it. It was like an earthquake, the tectonic plates shifting and sliding over each other. But Noah was in the mood to be generous.

  “Come baby. Come on my dick. Yes, just like that.” He looked down, watching as my pussy began to beat. “Shit, I can feel it. I can feel you coming on me, baby, your clit is throbbing.”

  He slid over my slit harder and faster, the slippery friction building until my orgasm peaked. As soon it finished I was coming again, wave after wave of pleasure radiating from my pussy and curling my toes.

  “That’s it,” he murmured, watching me. “You look so beautiful when you come like that, baby, that’s it, let yourself go.”

  I surrendered to him and this time, when I pushed my hips up to meet his, he let me, holding me as he slid his dick over my clit.

  When he came, he came on my stomach, and I watched the cum spurt out of the head of his dick, the warmth coating my skin, the sight of it causing me to come again.

  When we’d finally finished, he kissed me softly until we’d both caught our breath. Then he laid down next to me, murmuring my name, stroking my hair until my limbs weren’t jelly anymore and the only thing I could think about was how much I loved him.

  I fell into a deep sleep once we returned to the apartment, but I wasn’t sure if Noah had slept at all. When I woke at seven am, he was gone, and although he’d laid down with me the night before, I couldn’t tell if he’d spent much time in bed, or if he’d been up working.

  Docket barked at me from the floor, then jumped up for a pet, turning onto his back and looking at me with hopeful eyes. I ran my hand over his fur and scratched his stomach as he licked my hand and panted happily.

  Noah appeare
d in the doorway, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.

  He was shirtless, wearing just a pair of black lounge pants that hung low on his hips. “Morning,” he said, setting the coffee down on the nightstand for me before planting a quick kiss on my cheek.

  “Morning.”

  He walked into the bathroom, although he left the door open. He started the shower and then returned to our bedroom, where he picked up his phone and plugged it into the charger on the nightstand.

  “Did Docket go out?” I asked as Docket’s tail wagged happily against the bed.

  “Yes, I took him about half an hour ago.”

  “Okay. Are you… are you going into the office today?”

  He hadn’t gone in since we’d gotten back from Lameuix’s, but there was something different in his mannerisms this morning, as if he was back to business.

  “Yes. I’ll work in the office here until you’re ready.”

  “Until I’m ready for what?”

  “You’re coming with me.”

  “I can’t,” I said, picking up the cup of coffee and taking a sip. It was black, the way Noah insisted was best, and I tried not to wrinkle my nose at the bitter taste. I wasn’t even sure I liked coffee, black or not, but Noah insisted that all lawyers needed to drink coffee, so I’d been giving it a try. “Remember I told you last night that I was going down to school to make sure everything was set with my disciplinary hearing?”

  “I told you that would be cancelled.” Noah stared at me, his eyes boring into mine, his face impassive. His tone of voice, as always, made it seem like there would be no compromise on the issue.

  “I know,” I said. “But this is important. I need to go down and make sure. I also want to talk about formerly withdrawing from Middleton so that when I start applying to transfer schools I won’t have a bunch of incompletes on my transcript.”

  He sighed. “I wish you would let me talk to someone at NYU. My connection there would be happy to -- ”

  “No.” I shook my head. “No, I need to do this myself.” I stared him down, my eyes never leaving his, letting him know this was important to me. I’d worked hard to get into Middleton, and if I was going to withdraw because of things that weren’t even my fault, like Professor Worthington, then I was going to make sure that whatever school I got into was going to take me because of my merits, not because I happened to be sleeping with a powerful man.

  “Fine. I can take you down there tomorrow,” Noah said. “But today I have meetings I can’t get out of.”

  “I can go by myself.”

  “No,” he said. “You can’t.”

  “Yes, I can. And I will. I’ll go, then I’ll come back here and take Docket out, then I’ll come down and meet you for lunch.” I was sure to make it clear that I was meeting him for lunch, not that I was going to come down there and stay with him in his office for hours until it was time to go home.

  I wasn’t his prisoner.

  Professor Worthington was in jail. So was Lameuix. The girls from Force were free. At least, as free as they could be. I shivered, thinking about Mikayla, her eyes so empty. I wondered where she was and what was happening to her.

  “Charlotte –“

  “Noah,” I said brattily.

  His eyes blazed. “Fine. But I’ll drop you off and then you’ll take the car, no subways or taxis. You’ll have your phone with you at all times so I can keep track of you.” Noah had put a tracker on my phone, and apparently it was still there. “You will text me every half hour, and respond to any texts I send you immediately.”

  “Agreed.”

  He kissed me on the lips, then got up and headed for the shower.

  I laid there in bed for a few moments. I was happy that he’d agreed to let me go down to Middleton, but something still felt unsettled inside of me.

  For the next few minutes, I kept replaying the scene at Lameuix’s over and over again, but not the stuff that had happened in the basement lair.

  Instead, I remembered what Noah had said about not wanting to get me pregnant. I thought of the birth control pills I’d seen out on the counter in the bathroom. I remembered last night in the limo, how he’d made me come without ever going inside of me, and I wondered what this new wrinkle in his psyche was about.

  Maybe I was overreacting.

  But now that the thought had entered my mind, I was desperate to have him inside of me, missed the way his hard dick felt filling me, stretching me around his girth. I was too tight for him, but he always found a way to make sure I took him all the way.

  I got up and walked into the bathroom.

  The shower in the master bath was huge, spanning one side of the entire length of the bathroom.

  I watched him through the glass door of the shower as he stood under the spray. He was resting his head against the tile wall, letting the hot water bead off his back. The room was filled with steam that swirled around him, and I took a moment to admire his body through the mist, the musculature of his thighs, the lean lines of his torso, the tight curve of his ass. God, he was beautiful. He could have been an athlete or a model. Masculinity and testosterone radiated from him, and I sucked in a breath through my teeth as desire flamed in my lower belly and settled between my legs.

  I was wearing only his t-shirt, which he’d dressed me in last night, and I pulled it off and stepped into the spray behind him.

  He must have known I was there, but he didn’t move.

  I put my hand on his shoulder until he turned around.

  For a moment, I saw the torment in his eyes, and I wished so badly he would let me in, wished so much he would tell me some of the things that burned inside of him, wished he would let me soothe his wounds and take care of him the way he took care of me.

  Now that this nightmare was over, I was hoping he would let me do all of those things.

  “Noah,” I whispered. “Are you okay?”

  He didn’t answer for a long moment, and I was thinking, hoping, praying that he would let me in. Something passed between us, a connection of sorts that I hadn’t felt from him before.

  “Is it… are you thinking about what happened?”

  He shook his head. “No. Yes, of course I’m thinking about it, but I’m fine.”

  “Then what is it?” I reached up and pushed the hair back from his face, letting my hands slide down the back of his head and over his shoulders. His skin was smooth, flawless, the muscles chiseled and defined, but I could feel the tension there, the knots and tightness under the surface.

  I swallowed. “Why aren’t we fucking?”

  He looked up sharply. “What are you talking about?”

  “Last night, you didn’t go inside of me, you didn’t… and then before, that thing you said about not getting me pregnant. Is there something that’s –“

  He cut me off, grabbing me hard around the waist, pulling me to him and kissing me on the mouth.

  The kiss was ferocious, his tongue wasting no time as it pushed past my lips and invaded my mouth. My sex pulsed as the head of his cock pushed against it.

  When he finally released me, I took a step back, hoping that putting some distance between us would allow us both to calm down enough for us to talk. He’d been on the verge of telling me something, I could feel it.

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I want to talk.”

  He stood there with his back to the spray, looking like a hunter about to jump on his prey. His eyes burned with desire and want, his gaze moving over my naked body hungrily.

  “You want to know why I didn’t fuck you last night?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, but even as I was saying it, warning bells were going off in my head. Did I want to know? I wasn’t sure. I’d spent all this time always pushing him, always trying to figure out his secrets, figure out why he was the way he was. But now I wondered if part of that was because I knew there was no way he was ever going to tell me.

  He was battered, bruised and broken and damaged. Anyone who lived his life the way
he did, anyone who was into the things he was into sexually had some kind of damage.

  I knew some of it – the stuff with his father, his brother, but I wanted more. I wanted to know all of him, everything.

  He eyed me up and down and then I made the mistake of taking a step toward him.

  He spun me around and held my hips. I felt his hard cock pressing against my legs, and he reached down and spread my thighs gently.

  But he didn’t move into me.

  “This is what you want?” he demanded roughly. “You want me inside you?”

  “Yes,” I said, and I was breathless now. “I want you inside me.” I tried to turn around but he grabbed my hands and placed them up against the side of the shower, the tile slick and cold. He placed his hands over my spread palms and pushed against me, his rock hard cock pushing between my legs and over my pussy.

  “Please,” I rocked back into him. I’d been hoping he would talk to me, had hoped he would open to me. We’d been through so much, and I was desperate to connect with him, but I knew this was all he could give me right now. So I would take it, and I would take it greedily.

  His left hand gripped my throat while his right held my hip in place. He pulled me back toward him by the throat and kissed me again on the mouth. The movement caused his cock to push and slide against my opening.

  “This is what you want?” he murmured against my lips.

  “Yes.”

  “To feel my cock spreading that tight little cunt?”

  “Yes.”

  He pushed the tip inside of me, spreading me, and I gasped as I always did when he first entered me. The water pounded around us, the spray misting our bodies as he held me tight.

  I cried out as he pushed into me more.

  “God, I love the sounds you make when I fuck you,” he murmured into my ear. He pulled me back tighter against him, his hand still on my throat. My tits thrust out, my nipples sticking out like two hard gumdrops. “Love those little whimpers of pain.”

  His cock pushed further into my sensitive pussy. My clit throbbed with need so intense I felt it spreading through my entire body, all the way to my fingers and toes, which tingled with the sensation.

  He leaned down and kissed my neck, then slid his tongue up to my ear, nipping at my lobe, his warm mouth pulling the sensitive flesh into his mouth.