Chapter Four

Fiona

As I guided Noah to the security room, I started to worry. Maybe I made the wrong choice. Normally I'm so confident in everything that I do, so the fact that I don't know the first thing about what's going to happen makes my head swim.

That changes when Noah's mouth is against mine.

He's careful but insistent, kissing me firmly and holding my cheek in the palm of his hand. He strokes my skin gently with his thumb. I do my best to return his fervor. I'm sure he can tell that I'm inexperienced, but it doesn't seem to bother him. In fact, from what I can tell, he's enjoying it. I don't think I'd ask for a different teacher.

After a few seconds, his tongue runs along the seam of my lips. In response, I open my mouth to let him in. I gasp as he runs it over my teeth. He chuckles against my mouth when I press mine against his.

It's hot and wet, sending shivers through my whole body. I've never felt anything so good before in my life. It's like every part of me reacts to the contact, and I find myself wanting more and more.

I grab onto his elbows and yank him closer to me. He growls at the action, pressing himself against my body. Something hot flares up at the feeling of being boxed in by him. It's exhilarating.

Normally I'm so in control of myself. I always find a way to flip situations in my favor. This is different, and I find myself liking it more than I ever imagined I could. Giving away control like this is intoxicating, and we haven't even done anything more than kissing.

Noah's hands start to roam over my body. He goes slow at first, his fingertips carefully sliding over my hips. He touches me like I'm some kind of prized possession. It makes me feel like I belong in a museum, like I'm a precious piece of art.

I revel in the attention, kissing him back as best I can, letting my hands drift up and down his arms. When I hum into his mouth, happy and satisfied, he grabs onto the waistband of my pants. Then, in a quick motion, he unbuttons them and pulls them down, leaving me standing in my panties.

"Let's get you up on that desk," he says against my mouth, his large hands grabbing onto my ass as he picks me up and spins me around.

The back of my thighs hit the edge of the security desk, and I gasp at the sensation, at the bite of the wood against my sensitive skin. Noah pulls away from my mouth to glance over me. When he's sure that he hasn't hurt me, he leans in to kiss me again while he slides my panties away from my legs, leaving me completely exposed from the waist down.

"I'm going to take care of you," he promises before kissing the side of my cheek.

His mouth trails down, and he presses his lips against jaw. Then he drifts lower, giving my neck delicious attention. I feel a rush of wetness between my legs. If his mouth against this seemingly innocent place has this effect on me, I wonder what effect it'll have if it's placed somewhere else.

Apparently, I'm going to find out. He gets down on his knees, caressing my outer thighs as he looks up at me with blown pupils, his eyes so dark that I can't see the brown of his iris. He looks hungry, like an insatiable beast. I realize almost belatedly as he moves in that I'm absolutely starving for whatever he's about to give me.

He kisses his way up the inside of my thighs. His mouth is soft, exploratory. Then, about halfway up, he nips my sensitive flesh and I cry out – not from pain, from pleasure. It draws a chuckle from within him, and after a few more kisses, he does it again.

"You're so responsive," he marvels, his eyes flashing from my face to my center. "I wonder how you taste."

Before I have the chance to say anything, he surges forward, swiping the tip of his tongue through my folds. It's electric, like a shock has been sent through my entire being. My hands shoot out, catching his shoulders as a means to steady myself. He growls before going in again.

This time, his tongue is firmer. The tip plunges inside my pussy, just enough to tease. Then, it swirls around the bundle of nerves just above it, causing me to scream. I'm barely able to catch my breath before he does it again.

My nails dig into his shirt, the intense feelings of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me and turn my world inside out. Before now, I've never had more than a passing curiosity about sex. I've only ever thought that it would be nice to be the center of someone's world, to have their undivided attention.

Now, I want this all the time. I need his mouth on my most private parts at every spare opportunity we get. I can't stand the thought of him leaving, I want him to stay with me forever. That desperate thought tugs at my consciousness, and my grip tightens. I pull him even closer, bucking my hips against his face in an attempt to wordlessly tell him the things I'm afraid to say.

Whether or not he understands what I'm trying to convey, his ministrations get even more enthusiastic. He hums against my sex, sending intense waves of ecstasy spread through me. I do everything I can to keep my eyes open and on his face, but all of my senses are so overloaded.

An odd feeling starts to coil in my abdomen. It's not all-consuming, not yet anyway. I'm sure it won't take much longer. Noah's so attentive, seems so focused on making me lose every shred of composure I have. I'm more than happy to let him.

"It feels so good," I moan, my head finally falling back, my eyes shutting. "I–"

The rest of my sentence is cut off by a sharp gasp as he closes his mouth over my clit and sucks. Every muscle in my body quivers. The reaction is completely involuntary. He's the one solely in control of my body. I've handed the reins over to him, letting him guide me through this.

"You taste incredible," he says, pulling away and looking up at me with lust-filled eyes. Our gazes lock, and all time stops. Like this, he looks delicious. It's like I could take a bite right out of him. "So sweet."

Then his mouth is back on me, picking up right where he left off. It's like he's starving, or dying of dehydration, and I'm the only thing that can give him salvation. God, I want to give him everything, and if I were any more coherent, I'd tell him he could take my virginity.

As it is, my brain is starting to go blank. The only thing I can think about and focus on is how good Noah's tongue feels against me. Then, his finger slides inside of me, and I can't stop myself from screaming.

I lean forward, curling my body over his head as I hold on for dear life. The entire world around me swirls, the lights of the room seem to dim. The only things that seem real are me, Noah, and the desk I'm sitting on. Everything else becomes background noise.

"Noah," I moan, gasping as all the muscles in my body start to tense. I feel something building in the soles of my feet, spreading up my legs, to my stomach, and to the top of my head. "Noah, I think–"

He pushes another finger into my pussy, rubbing his tongue in unforgiving circles around my clit. It only takes a few pumps of his digits in tandem with that sinful tongue to push me over the edge I've been teetering on. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before.

My grasp on him gets impossibly tighter as every nerve in my body alights. The cliche about fireworks doesn't really apply here. Instead, it's like a wildfire spreading through my veins. It burns me from the inside out in the absolute best way.

As my thighs shake and my toes curl, I struggle to take full breaths. Noah doesn't let up, his fingers still sliding in and out of me while his tongue presses against the bundle of nerves. It's unrelenting, and delicious. Then, as my orgasm subsides, it becomes too much.

"Noah," I whine, straightening out and pushing him away from me. "Please."

He chuckles, rising to his feet and towering over me once again. His clean hand lands on my jaw, tilting my head up to capture my mouth in a filthy kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, tangy and earthy. Underlying that is his own taste, something unique that reminds me of evening summer wind.

"How was it?" Noah asks, pulling away and smirking down at me as he strokes my cheek gently.

"Better than I ever thought it could be," I say truthfully. "Your mouth is amazing."

"That's just a fraction of what I can do," he says with a devilishly boyish grin. "I'd love to show you more while I'm here."

"I'd like that," I say, letting him kiss me again before I stand up and redress myself.

"Running off so soon?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"No," I say with a giggle as I crack open the door to ensure that no one has come into the office while I was otherwise distracted. "I just wanted to make sure I wasn't ignoring any customers."

"You're so attentive," he replies, the devious smile on his face softening. "We don't have to stay in here, though. I'd be glad to go back out to lobby."

I consider that. There's no reason that we should stay in here, but I feel like this interaction isn't over. When I glance down at his jeans and find a bulge there, I know that we aren't done here.

"What if I help you out?" I say, feeling bold. He just got me off, and I think the least I could do is reciprocate – even if I'm not entirely sure how.

"You don't have to," he says kindly. "Just eating you out was more than enough for me."

"What if I want to?" I challenge, wanting to do it more now.

"Well, if you want to…" he trails off, crossing the room and stopping in front of me. He gives me a kiss, slow and sweet and indulgent. "I'd like that very much."

"I'll need you to walk me through it," I say, a little embarrassed to admit it but still determined to give him everything he deserves. "I've never done this before."

"I know," he says as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Get on your knees for me."

My body seems to go on autopilot, and I obey.