Unforgettable

Chapter 34

Celine POV

    How the fuck did I not notice him? "How did you-?"

    He stood up, towering over me as he walked near, "Why'd you ignore my texts? My call?"

    "Did you crawl through the window?" I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little scared, and I'd still be lying if I said I wasn't turned on.

    "You left it unlocked. Why didn't you answer me?" He came closer, lifting my chin with a finger.

    "You do realize this is borderline insane," Why is this so fucking hot?

    "But you like it, don't you?"

    "What?" Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

    He turned me around, pushing my back onto his front, while he pulled me in front of a mirror, "Do you see?" One hand held my hip tightly, while the other softly caressed my jaw, "Your eyes."

    "What about them?" I breathed.

    "They give you away. Your parted lips," He brushes his thumb against them, "Your red cheeks," He pushes me closer to the mirror, "Your struggled breaths."

    "You're being delusional," I argued. Why can't I shut up?

    "Prove it."

    "How?" I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, his effect on me not weakening in the slightest.

    "Untie the robe," He whispered in my ear, taking my hands from my sides to the knot that held the garment close.

    "Or what?"

    "You admit defeat," He played with my wet hair, "And accept your punishment."

    I hesitated, wondering just what punishment he might serve, "Coward," He mused. That was all I needed, my pride taking over as I untied the robe, slipping the silk material down my shoulders. I could feel his cock against my backside, my naked body reflecting in the mirror, with both of us looking at it.

    He clicked his tongue, pinching my nipple as he spoke, "They're rock hard, Celine. Admit it."

    "It's cold," I was soaked, absolutely drowning in myself.

    His hand ventured south, spreading my thighs and dipping into the wetness, "You're dripping," He grinned, knowing damn well I was fucked.

    "I just took a shower," I'm so screwed.

    "Then why isn't the rest of you wet," I held my breath, "Admit it."

    "You," My voice shook, "aren't delusional."

    "And?" His hands traced the contours of my body, teasing me with their soft touch.

    "And, I like it," Kill me now.

    "How much?"

    "A lot," Please just touch me.

    "Touch yourself," He kept his hands on my sides, leaning his head on top of mine, watching our reflection, "Show me just how much you like it."

    "But my parents-"

    "Be a good girl and listen," Fuck me silly.

    My hand made its way between my legs, shyness creeping up on me. I arched my ass onto his dick once I made contact with my clit, circling it. I moaned against my hand, slowly increasing the speed. I could feel myself dripping down my thighs as I grinded on him.

    "How does it feel?" He whispered, moving my semi-dried hair to the side.

    "Good," I tried to keep my voice at a minimum, "Really good."

    "Now stop."

    "What?" I refused, continuing the rhythm.

    "Stop," He grabbed my wrist, pulling my fingers to his lips, "The more you misbehave, the more you'll be punished," He licked my fingers clean, "Get on the bed."

    I finally complied, hoping that he'd go easy. I sat on my blanket, feeling utterly exposed as his eyes trailed down my body. I looked down at myself, my little insecurities becoming too apparent. I started to cover myself with my arms, his gaze becoming far too intense.

"Hands to your sides. Lay on your back," I listened again, staring at my ceiling, my legs hanging off the edge, "Fuck, you're absolutely dazzling."

    He knelt in front of me, spreading my legs and kissing his way down, mumbling, "You're so fucking addicting, angel. You're such a good listener, hm? You're doing so good, so fucking good."

    "Noah," I moaned as his lips kissed my clit.

    "Do you remember what I told you? I'll only stop when you say red. Got it?" He continued to tease me, ignoring my cunt.

    "Yes, yes! Please..."

    "Please what?"

    "You know what," I whined.

    "What a brat," He smiled against my thigh, "Beg."

    "Please," His voice was so deep, my clit practically throbbing, "Please touch me."

    "But you've been so bad," He licked my slit, and I sucked in a breath, "I don't think you've earned it."

    "Please, I'll be good."

    "Oh will you now?"

"Yes, I'll be so, so good."

"Then tell me how bad you want it. Tell me how badly you want my touch."

    "I'll do anything, please. I need you so bad right now, Noah. Can't you see what you're doing to me?" He started to kiss his way back down.

    "Keep talking Celine," He groped my breast, playfully teasing my nipple.

    "Please," Then his tongue swirled on my clit while lightly sucking on it, in slow sensual movements.

    He continued to work me up, building the perfect flow. I felt on fire, every inch of me lighting up as he continued. My nails dug deep into my blankets, my eyes shut tight as I fought back my moans. I was losing control, my breathing was erratic as he went faster, his hands molding my tits. I could feel a heaviness build in my gut and could feel myself getting closer and closer to finishing.

    "I'm so close," I whined, my eyes still shut so tightly that it hurt.

    He didn't stop, didn't relent in his movements. All that was on my mind was coming. I couldn't even think straight while he touched me. He slipped one finger inside, driving me absolutely insane, matching the speed of his mouth. What if I came right now? He wouldn't know, right? It'll be so fucking easy. It felt like I was going seventy miles per hour toward a cliff with nothing to stop me. I was trembling, holding back while he tortured me.

    I was right there, right fucking there when he pulled away, leaving me jutting my hips towards him, "I asked nicely!" I sat up, looking down at him between my legs, pissed off more than anything, "I begged!"

    "You didn't earn it," He bared his teeth, grinning like a maniac on a killing spree, "You were being so bad. You didn't think it would be that easy, hm?"

    "Ugh," I groaned covering my face with my hands, "You're being so mean to me."

    "Not in the slightest," He stood up, making me crane my neck just to look at him.

    "Liar," I challenged, my stupid mouth getting me in even more trouble.

    "You want me to prove it?" There was this evil glint in Noah's eye, glimmering as he waited for me to test him.

    "I'd like to see you try."