Chapter Five

Noah

The sight of Fiona on her knees in front of me is something out of my wildest dreams. She looks ethereal. Pools of sparkling blue stare up at me, waiting for my next command. If I were a younger man, it would be damn near enough to send me over the edge.

As I reach for the front of my jeans, I marvel at the way she watches my movements. I wasn't expecting her to offer this, nor was I expecting her to insist upon sucking me off. When I told her I was satisfied with eating her out, I meant every word of it. The sounds she make will likely bless my dreams for the rest of my life. She was more than perfect.

I pull my hard length out, chuckling when she gasps at the sight of it. I'm about to wrap my hand around it to give myself a few pumps when Fiona reaches out. The feel of her hand around me is divine, and I half convince myself that she's an actual goddess. There's no way this woman came from Earth. Never in all my life has someone else's touch felt this good.

"God, you're perfect," I say, reaching down to thread my fingers through her silky blonde hair. "Keep doing that."

She obliges, pumping my cock with lithe, delicate fingers. The hesitancy in her movements translates into extreme gentleness. I'd never be able cum from just this – it feels more like I'm being teased than anything else. Still, I'm confident that I could teach her how to give me a hand job. Despite her quick-witted, strong-spirited exterior, she's surprisingly docile and submissive underneath.

I'm pleased to see both sides of her. The duality makes me want her even more. Not only am I eager to learn what else she likes in intimate situations, I want to dig in and learn about her independence. What makes someone so young so strong? What has made her wise beyond her years?

Fiona drags me out of my thoughts with a flick of her thumb over the head of my cock. I groan, tightening my hold on her hair slightly. It takes all of my strength to keep from thrusting my hips forward.

"Okay," I say through gritted teeth as she repeats the motion, a devious smile on her face. "How about you try licking it?"

"Okay," she murmurs, shifting her hand to the base and leaning forward.

Her eyes stay locked on mine as she leans in. I feel her hot breath against my member and resist the urge to let my eyes fall close. Thank god I do, because the sight of her tongue sticking out and flicking over the tip is beautiful.

"Fuck," I moan, my chest rising and falling rapidly. "That's good, baby. That's perfect."

She does it again, seemingly eager to please me. Then, without my instruction, she wraps her mouth around the first inch of my length and sucks as she works her tongue over me. My knees nearly buckle.

I open my mouth, ready to give her more instruction, but it seems as though she's past the point of needing it. Before I'm able to speak, she bobs her head down, stopping herself with her hand to prevent herself from gagging on my length. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she's done this before.

She looks up at me for approval, her eyes wide with trust that I'm unsure of how I've earned. I stroke her hair, encouraging her to continue. With my wordless blessing, she pulls back before sinking down again.

"Fuck, Fiona," I curse, unable to stop myself. "Just like that. That's it."

She hums happily at the praise, repeating her movement. I feel the vocalization through my entire being, and I shudder at how good it feels. I wonder how quickly she'll be able to get me off and if she'll be proud of herself when she does.

Her hand stays stationary on my cock as she continues to give me sweet, delicious attention. Nearly all of my length is covered by her, but there's still an inch at the base that remains untouched. I pull gently at her hair to get her attention.

"Try sliding your hand up and down with your mouth," I say when she opens her eyes.

The gaze she keeps trained on me is bleary. It's almost like she's drunk off of lust. And, slowly, she incorporates her hand into the movements of her mouth. All of the sensations only intensify, and I'm sure that my own expression is similar to hers.

I don't see the need to give her any further instructions, instead electing to enjoy the way she grows more confident with each bob of her head. Her determination is sexy. It makes her all the more alluring. She was forthright with her inexperience, but she doesn't let it slow her down, not even a little bit. Actually, I think pushes her to try harder, to give the best performance she can muster.

"Get your tongue involved," I suggest when I remember that I have a voice. She gives me an almost confused look, prompting me to explain further. "Swirl it around the tip when you come up."

Again, Fiona hums, this time in acknowledgement. On the next stroke of that sinful mouth, she does as I suggested. The feeling of her tongue caressing the ridge of the head of my member is almost too much. Despite my best efforts, my hips cant forward slightly.

I can tell she's pleased with herself. The edges of her lips twitch, and if her mouth wasn't full of my cock, I'm sure she'd be grinning. All at once, she's realized that she has the power in this situation even though she's the one on her knees. If it weren't her first time, I'd do everything I could to take that power back.

As it is, I let myself be completely at her mercy, enjoying the way she's learning so quickly. I'm glad to be the person she experiments on. I want to be the only person she ever does this with. This gorgeous little thing is mine, and the skills that she's learning now are only to be used on me. No one else.

"You're a natural," I say, earning myself another satisfied hum that sends shocks of pleasure through me. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

Below me, Fiona rolls her eyes, doing her best to look annoyed as she continues to suck me off. Her standoffishness is adorable. There's nothing I need more than to continue to challenge her. I won't this time, but I'm already looking forward to next time – and all the times after that.

My orgasm has been steadily building this entire time. It's on my heels now, licking at the back of my ankles. All I need is a little more, and I'll be falling over the edge.

"Fiona, I'm close," I warn, giving her the opportunity to pull away so I don't finish in her mouth.

My words only encourage her. Instead of pulling away, her movements become even more enthusiastic. She bobs her head down even further, my cock touching the back of her throat. She chokes around it, pulling back but not off completely. As soon as she recovers, her onslaught resumes.

There are tears collecting in the corners of her eyes as she watches the reactions she's pulling out of me. That sight is all it takes. My climax bowls into me – hard.

I groan, the sound nearly a growl to my own ears. My stomach clenches, and my cock twitches in the wet warmth of her mouth. I spill my seed into her, and she eagerly swallows every drop she can. White fluid gathers at the edge of her mouth, the bits that she was unable to catch not straying too far from her greedy lips.

She stays on me until I'm sensitive and twitching, not coming off until I ease her away. I maneuver her to her feet, holding onto her as the aches leave her legs. I pull her against me, capturing her mouth in slow kiss, tasting my cum on her tongue.

"What did you think?" she asks when she pulls away. "Not too shabby for my first time, huh?"

"Are you sure you've never done that before?" I chuckle, smoothing out her hair where my hands ruffled it.

"I haven't," she promises, her smile bright with the praise. "Scout's honor."

"Well, you're a natural," I murmur, kissing her again before I tuck myself back into my jeans.

"I'm a woman of many talents," Fiona laughs with a flip of her hair.

"We should probably head back to the lobby," I say after a beat of silence passes between us. "Just in case you get any guests tonight."

"I'm not holding my breath," she sighs, leaning over to kiss me. Then, she opens the door and exits, looking over her shoulder to make sure I'm following her. "We can sit on the couch. I don't want to force you to stand."

"I'd love that," I say, following her over to the old, ratty couch. It's seen better days, but it's comfortable enough.

"Do you want a cup of coffee while we sit?" she asks, plucking her own thermos from behind the desk.

"God, no," I say, scrunching my nose at the thought of the complimentary sludge they serve here. "No offense, but your coffee selection is disgusting."

"Don't I know it," she says as she sinks down next to me, our thighs touching. "Why do you think I brought my own from home?"

Her question makes me laugh, and I can't help but drape an arm around her shoulders. We spend the next few hours like that, talking about all the places she'd like to visit. And, as she tells me about her wanderlust dreams, I realize that I can't leave without her. I don't know how, but I'm going to make her mine – for the rest of our lives.