What He Desires (What He Wants, Book Five) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (5 page)

They’ll know you’re in the
bathroom with him.

I wondered if he’d brought other women in
here, if the waiters and waitresses would be surprised to know what we were
doing, or if they’d think it was normal.

But I took those thoughts and wrestled
them to the ground, pushing them out of my mind.
 
If I thought too hard about what I was doing, I wasn’t going
to do it.

And I was sick of thinking.
 
Right now all I wanted to do was feel.

Noah stood with his back to the door, his
arms crossed over his broad chest.
 
And then, suddenly, so quick I wasn’t even sure it was happening, he was
on me, lifting me up and setting me down on the counter that ran the length of
the room.
 
He pushed his mouth into
mine, his tongue entering my mouth, his hands grabbing at my hair.
 

He kissed me hungrily, his mouth
searching, looking for answers neither one of us could give.

When he finally broke away, his eyes were
blazing with determination and anger.
 

“Stand up,” he commanded.

I stood up and he ran his hands up under
my sweater and over my breasts.
 
He
pulled my sweater up and over my head,
then
lowered
his mouth to my neck. He kissed me softly, his tongue sliding over my
collarbone and over my cleavage, moving down over my stomach until he got to
the top of my jeans.

He undid the buttons, sliding the zipper
down slowly, so slowly I was afraid he was going to stop.
 
He pulled the denim off my legs, his
hands stroking my skin as he went, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

When I was in just my bra and panties, he
backed away from me, his eyes raking up my body.
 
Then he grabbed me around the waist, pushed me up against
the hard tile of the bathroom wall and kissed me again.
 
His hands grabbed at my ass, his pelvis
grinding into mine.

I could feel his cock, hard through his
pants, and I pushed myself against him, rubbing his dick, feeling my panties
get wet.
 
The friction was almost
too much to bear, and the feel of his tongue in my mouth and his hands on my
ass while I dry fucked him almost made me come.

But he pulled away.

“Get on your knees,” he growled.
 
He pulled his sweater over his head,
tossed it on the ground.
 

I did as I was told.

“Look at me.”

I looked up at him, at that gorgeous body
of his, toned
pecs
and washboard stomach and the
planes of his body, all fit and lean and sexy as all hell.
 
How
do you exist?
I
wondered.
 
How does someone as beautiful as
you even exist?
 

He reached down, gathering my hair in his
hands before yanking my head back roughly, his index finger trailing over my
lips and into my mouth.
 

“Please,” I moaned.

“Please what?”

“Please, I want to suck your cock.” I
went to grab for the front of his pants, but he pushed my hands away.
 

“Beg for it.”

“Please,” I said.
 
“Please, I want your cock in my mouth,
I want it in my face, I want to suck you.”
 
The words were dirty and degrading, the kind of thing I
never could have imagined myself saying.
 
But now they were charged with meaning and excitement, and I wanted him
so badly, I would have done anything he wanted.

“Stand up, Charlotte,” he said.

I stood up.

“Turn around.”

I turned around.

“Slower.”

I turned around slower, letting him look
at my body.
 
This time, as I turned
around, he reached out and slapped my ass.
 
Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small
length of stretchy rope, his eyes glinting with desire.

“What is that?” I asked, my heart
pounding with fear and arousal.

“Put your arms above your head,” he
instructed, ignoring my question.

I hesitated for just a second, and was
rewarded with another spank on my ass, this one harder than the last.
 
My backside was sore from where he’d
spanked me earlier, in his kitchen, and these new slaps stung even more.
 
The pain pulsed through my flesh,
swirling with my desire to create the most pleasurable sensation I’d ever felt
in my life.
 

I put my hands over my head and he pushed
his body up against mine and threaded the rope around my hands, twisting it
around the hook on the back of the door.

When he was done, I was standing there in
my bra and panties, my hands over my head, tied up and vulnerable.
 
The rope was long enough that I could
turn around, but I couldn’t do much else.

“Bend over,” he commanded.

I bent over.

“Stick your ass in the air,” Noah
growled.
 
I stuck my ass up in the
air, felt his hand come out and caress it softly before pulling back and
smacking it again.
 
His hands
gripped the top of my panties, pulling them down and ripping them off me.

“Spread your legs,” he growled.
 

I spread my legs and felt his fingers
slide up against my pussy, stroking my clit softly.
 
I bit my lip.
 
I
didn’t want to moan, didn’t want to make a sound, knowing that if I did, he
would stop.

He pushed his body down onto mine, his
fingers moving in and out of me, faster and faster until I felt like I was
going to explode.

“Mmm,” I gasped before I could stop
myself.

“Shhh, Charlotte,” he breathed into my
ear.
 
“Quiet.
 
You don’t want them to hear us, do you?”

His tone was teasing, like he couldn’t
care less if anyone caught us.
 
And
why would he?
 
I would be the one
to have something to be embarrassed about, tied up and exposed, letting Noah do
what he wanted to me.

His fingers moved in and out, in and out,
sliding faster and easier the more turned on I got.
 

“Do you like that?” he rasped.

“Yes,” I groaned.

He reached around with his other hand,
grabbed my chin and pulled it back so that our mouths were centimeters
apart.
 
“Tell me.”

“I love it.”

“You love what?”

“I love it when you push your fingers
into my pussy and finger fuck me.”

He moved faster and faster, his fingers
moving expertly as his thumb massaged my clit.
 
Then, just when I was about to come, he stopped, pulling his
hand away and moving it up and over my ass.

I moaned as his fingers slipped in
between my cheeks.
 

I tensed
automatically,
panic and exhilaration skittering up my spine.

“Have you ever been taken in the ass,
Charlotte?” he asked.

My pulse quickened, my heart
stopping.
 
“No,” I whispered.

He moved his finger slowly around the
outside of my asshole, teasing me.
 
“Soon,” he said wickedly.
 
“But not tonight.”

He reached up and grabbed my restraints,
pulling them tight until they cut into my flesh.
 
He was going to leave marks again, and I loved the thought
of it, loved that my ass was going to be raw from his spanks, my wrists red
from his ropes.

He pulled tighter and tighter, so tight
that pain almost became unbearable.
 
And then the rope snapped, and I was free.
 
It was so
shocking,
the loss of
tension in the restraint that I almost fell to the ground, but Noah grabbed me
around the waist, holding me up as his mouth melded to mine.

He kissed me for what seemed like
forever, our mouths moving in a rhythm until my legs were weak.

Then he pulled away and pushed me down to
the floor until I was on my knees, the tile cold and hard against my skin.

“Take off your bra,” Noah demanded.
 

I reached behind and started to undo the
clasp.

“Slower,” he growled and I slowed down.
“Look at me while you do it.”

I kept my eyes on his as I finished
unhooking my bra and sliding it off.

“Hold your tits up for me,” he said.
 

I clasped them in my hands, presenting
them to him, my nipples hard and sticking up straight at attention, my body so
hot I thought I was going to burst into flames.

He reached down and massaged my breasts,
his hands moving over my nipples slowly and gently, our eyes never leaving each
other.

“Unbutton my pants, Charlotte, and take
out my cock.”

I reached up and undid his fly, pulling
down his zipper until his cock bobbed in front of me, hard and thick and
perfect.

He reached up and laid his hand on the
back of my head, guiding me down his shaft, slow at first and then faster,
until I could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

His dick slid in and out, rubbing against
my tongue, and I loved the salty taste of him.
 
He controlled the rhythm and the pressure, guiding my head
on his cock, taking my mouth as he fucked it.
 

“Stand up.”

I stood up and he grabbed me around the
waist, picked me up like I was a rag doll and pushed my back up against the
door.

I wrapped my legs around him as he
entered me, my nails digging into his back as he fucked me.

“God, you feel good,” he said.

I moaned, and leaned my head
back
as he started moving faster, his cock pounding my pussy
harder and faster as my back slammed against the door behind me.
 

I closed my eyes as his mouth returned to
mine, our tongues moving against each other in a wet frenzy as we fucked.

He pulled away.
 
“Look at me,” he whispered.
 
“I want you to look at me when you come.”

“I want to come,” I groaned.

“Do it,” he said.
 
“Come all over me, baby.
 
Come on my hard dick.”

I came, crying out, not caring who
heard.
 
Our eyes were locked on
each other as my orgasm ripped through me.
 
The connection between us was so intense it took every ounce
of my self-control not to look away from him – the feeling was so
amazing, so pleasurable that I almost couldn’t take it.

At the end of my orgasm, just as my pussy
was
spasming
on his cock, I felt him release his load
inside of me, shot after shot, filling me with his cum.
 

He collapsed against me, both of us
spent.

When we’d finally caught our breath, I
unwrapped my legs from around his waist and lowered them to the floor.
 
I was breathless, light-headed,
almost
high from what we’d just done.

“Charlotte,” Noah said, pushing my hair
back from my face.
 
“I don’t
ever... I thought I’d lost you.
 
I
don’t want to ever feel like that again.”

He pulled me
close,
so close I could feel his heart beating rapidly against mine.
 

Then, finally, he pulled away.

“Well,” he said, picking his sweater up
off the floor.
 
“I should probably
head back to the table.
 
I’ll give
you a second, and then you can join me.”

Once he was gone, I let out the breath
I’d been holding.

I splashed some water on my face.
 
My cheeks were flushed and my hair was
a mess, but other than that, I didn’t look that bad.
 
I dressed quickly and smoothed my hair down, hoping the
waiter wouldn’t realize what we’d been up to, but knowing he probably would.

When I got back to the table, Noah was
standing by the table, with his coat on.

“Hi,” he said when he saw me.

“Hi.”
 
I looked at our table.
 
It had been cleared and reset with new place settings.

“Oh,” I said.
 
“I guess we’re not having dinner.”
 
I was disappointed.
 
I was suddenly ravenous, and I wanted my steak.

“I had them wrap it up,” Noah said.
 
“I thought it would taste better at my
place.”