I Like It Rough
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intheheartCo-author: Nikki
Title: I Like It Rough
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Noah hunts Joy.
Warnings: Heads up, this initially reads like a rape. However, it is evident towards the middle and end that it is a prearranged consensual scene. Please don't read if you feel that might trigger you! We love you and want you to be happy. Other warnings are breathplay, sexual slurs, and bondage.
Notes: Seriously, we love you and want you to be happy. Do not read if you think this might impair your happy in any way.
Joy ran.
Jesus, this was awesome, balanced between the adrenalin thrill of danger and the low burn of arousal. She bounced up a tree quickly, skinning her knee on the bark, then swung to another one and climbed down again. He was going to catch her, of course he was, but she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Even if she couldn’t see Noah, she could feel him. She didn't know if it was because these were his woods, around his cabin miles from nowhere, or because he was close by. Close behind her.
She paused for a moment, the grass soft and warm beneath her feet, and listened closely. She didn't hear anything other than her own breathing. He had taught her, growing up when she followed him on hunting trips, to walk quietly and to use the grass and weeds covering the ground didn't show her tracks as much as much as fallen leaves would. There was no way she was going to get away from him, but she was going to make him work for it.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Without looking behind her, she picked a direction that took her further into the trees and ran again.
There was a stream up ahead; she could dip into it and erase her tracks for a ways. She’d have to come out of it into the trees, though, because the wet prints would give her away faster than anything. She headed for it, still trying to decide between her options.
Almost out of nowhere, she heard his footsteps behind her, felt his presence like a force of nature, and his arms were around her. He held her tight over her waist and shoulders and pulled her back against his body. Giggles erupted from her, even as she fought his hold and kicked at the air, and she felt him smile, wild and free, against her neck.
“Gotcha,” he whispered.
She shivered at the word, a rush of heat swamping her. “Yeah,” she agreed, and put her arms back, reaching for his hair. “So what are you going to do with me?”
"Play." It came out as a growl, vibrating from his chest into hers. He released her, the suddenness of it making her stumble before she caught her footing.
She looked back at him, and froze. His eyes gleamed with something that was almost dark. Like he was a wolf that had finally spotted the deer it had been tracking. Joy expected to see incisors that could tear her apart when his lips curled into a feral smile.
"Ya best start runnin'."
God, just the thought made her wet. She stepped back, and then again, then turned and ran full tilt for the house, not even bothering to try and hide. She could hear his footsteps behind her again, heavy and solid, while her feet seemed to barely touch the ground. She knew he could catch her and take her down with no problem, but his cabin and its front porch loomed closer and closer.
She felt like she was being chased into a trap. She didn't change her course.
The stairs leading to the porch were only feet away when he grabbed her again. He had the same iron grip around her hips as before, but his other hand came up to her neck. He squeezed, not enough to keep her from drawing breath but enough to let her feel the latent strength in his arm, and she knew how easy this was for him, how he could pick her up and break her in two if he wanted.
It was the fact that he would never do anything to truly hurt her that made it so wonderful.
He pushed against her, almost bowing her over. She could feel the hard line of his cock against her ass. "Where the fuck d'ya think yer goin', slut?"
Her knees went weak at his voice, the contact, all of it. “You said to run--” she gasped, working her ass back against his hips.
He dragged his thumb up and down her rapidly fluttering pulse point. "Bitch in heat like ya don't belong in the house," he growled. He let go of her hips and shoved a hand up her shirt, brutally squeezing her breast. "Should take ya right here. Fuck ya into the dirt."
Joy couldn’t help it. She reached back and grabbed his hips, the better to push back against his cock and feel it hot and hard against her. “What if I said no?” she asked, working her hips against his. “What if I told you to fuck off?”
He laughed, low and dark, as he stepped back out of her touch and reach. She didn't have time to even think about complaining, before he was shifting his hold on her, gripping her hard by the back of the neck and the top of her jeans. She wiggled in his grasp, not wanting to give up the fight, but was powerless to stop him as he pushed her to her knees. "The fuck ya gonna do t' stop me?" he asked as he knelt behind her, not letting go.
His hands on her, his body huge and warm behind her, God, she was having so much trouble even thinking, much less getting the words out. “I… I’ll fight,” she said.
He rubbed his cock against the small of her back, and she could hear the smile in his voice. "I fuckin' hope so."
He tore at her jeans, the waistband cutting into her skin. She thrashed in his grasp as the button popped off, lost on the ground, and her elbow caught him in the stomach. It wasn't enough to hurt him, much less wind him, but he hissed and let her go. She stumbled to her feet, footsteps stuttering, before she pounded up the stairs and through the front door, trying to shut it behind her--
And he barreled through it before she could, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down. He controlled their fall to where the landing didn't hurt, but it knocked the breath from her and gave him the second of nonresistance he needed to pin her wrists in one hand and her legs with his.
"Gonna make it fuckin' hurt now, ya little bitch," he hissed, tearing at her pants again.
Well, Joy was officially out of words that weren’t “fuck” and “me” and “now,” in that order. She bucked, to throw him off, and had to stifle a laugh when he just shifted his weight to pin her hips down. “Please don’t,” she said, and lifted her hips so he could get her pants off more quickly.
"Shut the fuck up," he breathed. One more violent tug had her jeans down to her thighs, and she nearly sobbed when he shoved his hand between them and pushed her panties out of the way. "Don't know why yer fuckin' denyin' it." He pushed a large finger into her, making her whimper, and again, when he pulled out and pushed into her a second time. "See how fuckin' wet ya are."
“God, yes,” she sobbed, pushing her hips up, chasing the finger he kept taking away. “I mean, I mean, I’m not, I don’t want it--”
He chuckled and leaned in to bite her jaw, squeezing her wrists until his fingers were bands of pain around her flesh. "Such a dirty little slut fer me." His teeth closed on her throat as he fucked two fingers into her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to take the look of him, crouched predatory over her. “I’m not,” she said, weakly, and wished he’d shove her shirt up, kiss and bite like that all over her breasts.
He just laughed again, and pulled his fingers from her. She almost cried at the emptiness he left behind. She nearly screamed when he suddenly pinched her clit.
"Say it," he growled, making her shake. "Say what the fuck ya are."
“No!” She arched her back again, trying to raise her hips, to get his touch back.
He snarled and bit at her throat for a second time, stealing her breath as he pinched her clit again and twisted. "Say it, ya fuckin' cunt."
She hissed at the pain and jerked her hips to make him let go. “Make me.”
His eyes widened before he bared his teeth in a smile. When he kissed her it was all teeth, biting his way into her mouth. She fought under him, biting him back as much as she could, but he had her too pinned for it to make much difference. He grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth as he used the weight of his body to pin her kicking legs, and squeezed her struggling arms until she thought the bones in her wrist might be rubbing together.
"Ya know ya fuckin' want it," he panted. He didn't let go of her, just sat up enough to push her shirt up past her chest, pull her bra down her shoulders and torso until she was exposed above it. He dug his nails into one of her nipples, and she wasn't able to clamp down on the moan that escaped her. "Yeah, ya want it. Moanin' and pantin' like a bitch who needs to rut." His fingers tightened on her nipple before he pulled, stretching her breast until pinpoints of pain swept through her. "Say it. What the fuck are ya?"
Okay, she was done resisting. “I’m a slut,” she breathed, trying to rub up against his body. “I’m a slut and I want it.”
"Fuckin' right ya are."
Noah let go of her nipple, let her breast bounce back into place. He had to let go of her wrists to rip her jeans and panties down her legs, and she helped him kick them off. She was spreading her legs before he even touched her, planting her feet and arching her hips and fucking presenting herself to him.
"Yeah," he rasped, and he was over her again and squeezing a hand around her throat. "Yer my slut."
She would have sobbed if she had the breath. Joy wanted him so bad, had wanted him before, but it had never been like this. Like she was nothing but rushing blood, the roaring in her head, the deep, wet, ache in her pussy that wasn't about coming, but being filled by him. She may be a slut, but he was a beast.
She thought she might faint when his hands finally went to buckle of his belt. Her lips opened and closed, mouthing his name as he pulled it free and wrapped it around her wrists.
"Gonna make ya hurt," he rumbled, pushing her hands above her head again, pushing his jeans down his legs. His cock was hard enough to tear her in two. "Think ya can handle me, slut?"
“It’s so big,” she whimpered, which wasn’t exactly an answer but was true anyway. God if she could just… if she could put her mouth on that, or better yet get it in her, maybe some of the roaring in her mind would die down. But now she was hypnotized. “God, it’s… yes, please, please fuck me.”
"Plan on it." He stood to kick his jeans off, and her head spun as he loomed over her with her belly and neck exposed. "Look at ya, so fuckin' eager."
She parted her lips to speak again as he knelt between her thighs, but her words were muffled as he stuffed her panties into her mouth.
Fuck, she could taste herself on it. She whined around the cloth, spreading her legs so far she was nearly doing a split. Her brain was far from working properly, but a small part in the corner of her mind wondered if she had ever been this wet for him before, if they would need to wipe up the floor after this.
The giggle working its way up her throat was transformed into a scream as he slammed into her, the sudden stretch of him just on this side of pain. He growled something she didn't hear over the ringing in her ears, and her eyes rolled at the loss of him sliding out, before he was slamming into her again. And again. And again, pounding her into the unforgiving floor.
God, God, it was so good. She couldn’t stop moaning around the panties, gasping for air, lightheaded and dizzy. Every thrust sent a jolt of heat up her spine, dragging her closer and closer to orgasm. Black spots crowded around her eyes, and she fought to drag in air…
Oh, well. That wasn’t good.
She shook her head quickly, side to side.
He stopped as quickly as he had started, pulling out of her and making her feel empty. He reached into her mouth to pull her panties out, trailing spit down her chin as she gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull her back to him.
"Don't stop!" she moaned. “Just couldn’t breathe. Don’t fucking stop!”
His quiet laughter drew her gaze, and he was looking at her with an odd little grin, half-beast and half-Noah. Her answering whine was cut off as he grabbed her hips and sat back on his knees, pulling her with him. Her bound hands fell between them as he pulled her onto his lap, and she shivered, whined again, as his cock rubbed against her.
In an instant, any shine of Noah was gone from his eyes. "What? The fuck ya want?" he growled. His hand came up to wrap around her throat as he moved his lips to her ear, biting her lobe. "Tell me. Tell me what ya want, slut."
“Fuck me,” she wailed, tightening her thighs around his hips. “Oh God, oh, God, fuck me til I bleed, fuck me.”
He lifted her up by the hip, by the neck, and she choked for a bare moment before he pulled her down onto his cock. She panted out a moan, rolled her hips and made him let go, made him slide an arm around her back and fist his hand in her hair and pull her back into an arch. Her whimper of pleasure or pain, she didn't know, didn't care was cut off when he squeezed the hand he still had around her neck. He lunged forward, pushing deeper, and she scrambled to wrap her legs around his waist as he bent over, would be cradling her if it weren't for her hands bound and pinned between them, his, hands in her hair and at her throat.
"Take it, ya fuckin' bitch," he bit out as he started to fuck her in earnest, hard enough to bruise.
Tears sprung to the corners of her eyes, and she grabbed at the front of his shirt, clinging as best she could. “Fuck me, please, fuck me so hard!”
He yanked on her hair, pulled her head back and her body into a bow as his hips slammed into hers. "Take it, knew ya wanted it, little bitch in heat, my little slut," he murmured, his words pounding into her as he did.
Every word burned through her. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge. She closed her eyes again and arched into his body. “So close, I’m so… I’m yours, I’m your slut, oh, God, so close, please!”
His hand left her throat and snaked between their bodies, collided and linked with hers for a moment before they were pushed aside. He ducked his head as he reached her clit, pinching, as his teeth closed over one of her nipples and twisted--
She came screaming under him, writhing, calling his name as the orgasm ripped through her. She felt as if she had left her body, and Noah had laid her on the floor when she started to come back. Something sparked in her as he roughly cupped her breasts and pushed them together, warmed as she sensed him above her. She came back to awareness, gasping, as he thrust between her breasts, still slick from being inside her. She moaned, eyes fluttering open to be met by his, dark and wild and so very feral.
She whimpered, and arched her back up, forcing her body against his dick. “More,” she begged, letting her mouth fall open. “Please, more.”
He tugged sharply at one of her nipples, thrusting again, and she sobbed.
"More, more, more..."
He fisted his hand in her hair again, pushing her head toward her chest. "Shut the fuck up," he growled, fucking the tip of his cock into her mouth.
She held her head up as best she could as he let go of her hair, licking and suckling at the head of his cock. He was oozing precum, warm and salty on her tongue. Joy looked up at him, trying to beg with her eyes.
He shuddered, pushing her breasts back together again. "Christ, look at ya," he panted, fucking her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples as her lips slid back and forth over his leaking head. "Filthy little thing, wantin' my dick every which way. My beautiful slut."
She pulled her head back long enough to say, “Yeah, I want it. I want it everywhere, my mouth, my ass, my pussy, my breasts, I want it so bad.”
"Want what?" he hissed, his cock twitching against her chin.
“Your cock,” she said, and kissed the tip. “Your huge, fat cock. I want it so bad, please!”
He snarled and pulled away, and she nearly complained before she saw him wrap a hand around his cock. He thrust into his hand once, twice, before he came. He bowed over her, his eyes squeezed closed and face frozen in almost rage; she expected him to come on just her breasts, streaming over her nipples and curves, but she felt it sprinkle on her neck and face like rain before the fire in him was gone and he slumped over her.
Joy took a long, deep breath, then let her head fall back, consciously relaxing the muscles in her body. She hurt, ached in her back and legs, and what were surely going to be spectacular bruises on her hips, but God, that had been amazing.
"Fuck..." Noah breathed above her, and it was Noah when she looked. The beast had left his eyes, and he was staring down at her like she was the first sunshine after a long winter. He cupped her cheek, ran tender fingers down the curve of her neck, skin still rough but hands now so gentle. Loving. "Y'okay?"
“Yeah,” she said, and smiled back, then turned her head to kiss his hand. “I’m fine. That was spectacular.”
"Yeah." He breathed an unbelieving laugh and undid the belt from around her wrists. It joined the rest of their discarded clothes.
His legs were shaking, but still solid as he climbed off of her. Noah sat on the floor and pulled her into his lap. She settled her head on his shoulder as he softly curled a hand around around her hip. He stroked his other hand through her hair, pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Didn't think it'd be like that," he murmured. He still sounded a bit dazed. "Didn't... think I could be like that."
“Mm.” She lifted her head and gave him a soft, sweet kiss. “You aren’t, not really. You would never really hurt me, and you stopped right away when I asked.”
He pressed his forehead to hers, nuzzling at her nose. "My Joy." Slowly, he grinned and his eyes sparkled, mischievous. "My little slut," he murmured, lovingly.
She giggled, and laid her head against his shoulder again. “I’ll never be able to hear that again without getting a little turned on. You know that, right?”
"Was what I was hopin' fer." He pressed another kiss against her forehead before he stood, keeping her cradled to his chest. "D'ya want me t' bring ya t' the bed? Or I can make ya a bath?"
She hummed, thinking for a minute. “Bath please. Warm water? And you get in with me?”
"Of course." He carried her easily toward the bathroom, stepping over their clothes and kicking the door shut on the way.
The sudden realization that they had been fucking only a few feet from the wide open door made her burst into giggles. They were miles from anybody, but still.
"What's so funny?" he asked, lips twitching.
She ran her fingers through his hair. "What if your parents had walked up?" she teased.
She laughed more as his cheeks and the tip of his ears turned red. It didn't stop, even after he pinched her thigh.
Title: I Like It Rough
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Noah hunts Joy.
Warnings: Heads up, this initially reads like a rape. However, it is evident towards the middle and end that it is a prearranged consensual scene. Please don't read if you feel that might trigger you! We love you and want you to be happy. Other warnings are breathplay, sexual slurs, and bondage.
Notes: Seriously, we love you and want you to be happy. Do not read if you think this might impair your happy in any way.
Joy ran.
Jesus, this was awesome, balanced between the adrenalin thrill of danger and the low burn of arousal. She bounced up a tree quickly, skinning her knee on the bark, then swung to another one and climbed down again. He was going to catch her, of course he was, but she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Even if she couldn’t see Noah, she could feel him. She didn't know if it was because these were his woods, around his cabin miles from nowhere, or because he was close by. Close behind her.
She paused for a moment, the grass soft and warm beneath her feet, and listened closely. She didn't hear anything other than her own breathing. He had taught her, growing up when she followed him on hunting trips, to walk quietly and to use the grass and weeds covering the ground didn't show her tracks as much as much as fallen leaves would. There was no way she was going to get away from him, but she was going to make him work for it.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Without looking behind her, she picked a direction that took her further into the trees and ran again.
There was a stream up ahead; she could dip into it and erase her tracks for a ways. She’d have to come out of it into the trees, though, because the wet prints would give her away faster than anything. She headed for it, still trying to decide between her options.
Almost out of nowhere, she heard his footsteps behind her, felt his presence like a force of nature, and his arms were around her. He held her tight over her waist and shoulders and pulled her back against his body. Giggles erupted from her, even as she fought his hold and kicked at the air, and she felt him smile, wild and free, against her neck.
“Gotcha,” he whispered.
She shivered at the word, a rush of heat swamping her. “Yeah,” she agreed, and put her arms back, reaching for his hair. “So what are you going to do with me?”
"Play." It came out as a growl, vibrating from his chest into hers. He released her, the suddenness of it making her stumble before she caught her footing.
She looked back at him, and froze. His eyes gleamed with something that was almost dark. Like he was a wolf that had finally spotted the deer it had been tracking. Joy expected to see incisors that could tear her apart when his lips curled into a feral smile.
"Ya best start runnin'."
God, just the thought made her wet. She stepped back, and then again, then turned and ran full tilt for the house, not even bothering to try and hide. She could hear his footsteps behind her again, heavy and solid, while her feet seemed to barely touch the ground. She knew he could catch her and take her down with no problem, but his cabin and its front porch loomed closer and closer.
She felt like she was being chased into a trap. She didn't change her course.
The stairs leading to the porch were only feet away when he grabbed her again. He had the same iron grip around her hips as before, but his other hand came up to her neck. He squeezed, not enough to keep her from drawing breath but enough to let her feel the latent strength in his arm, and she knew how easy this was for him, how he could pick her up and break her in two if he wanted.
It was the fact that he would never do anything to truly hurt her that made it so wonderful.
He pushed against her, almost bowing her over. She could feel the hard line of his cock against her ass. "Where the fuck d'ya think yer goin', slut?"
Her knees went weak at his voice, the contact, all of it. “You said to run--” she gasped, working her ass back against his hips.
He dragged his thumb up and down her rapidly fluttering pulse point. "Bitch in heat like ya don't belong in the house," he growled. He let go of her hips and shoved a hand up her shirt, brutally squeezing her breast. "Should take ya right here. Fuck ya into the dirt."
Joy couldn’t help it. She reached back and grabbed his hips, the better to push back against his cock and feel it hot and hard against her. “What if I said no?” she asked, working her hips against his. “What if I told you to fuck off?”
He laughed, low and dark, as he stepped back out of her touch and reach. She didn't have time to even think about complaining, before he was shifting his hold on her, gripping her hard by the back of the neck and the top of her jeans. She wiggled in his grasp, not wanting to give up the fight, but was powerless to stop him as he pushed her to her knees. "The fuck ya gonna do t' stop me?" he asked as he knelt behind her, not letting go.
His hands on her, his body huge and warm behind her, God, she was having so much trouble even thinking, much less getting the words out. “I… I’ll fight,” she said.
He rubbed his cock against the small of her back, and she could hear the smile in his voice. "I fuckin' hope so."
He tore at her jeans, the waistband cutting into her skin. She thrashed in his grasp as the button popped off, lost on the ground, and her elbow caught him in the stomach. It wasn't enough to hurt him, much less wind him, but he hissed and let her go. She stumbled to her feet, footsteps stuttering, before she pounded up the stairs and through the front door, trying to shut it behind her--
And he barreled through it before she could, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down. He controlled their fall to where the landing didn't hurt, but it knocked the breath from her and gave him the second of nonresistance he needed to pin her wrists in one hand and her legs with his.
"Gonna make it fuckin' hurt now, ya little bitch," he hissed, tearing at her pants again.
Well, Joy was officially out of words that weren’t “fuck” and “me” and “now,” in that order. She bucked, to throw him off, and had to stifle a laugh when he just shifted his weight to pin her hips down. “Please don’t,” she said, and lifted her hips so he could get her pants off more quickly.
"Shut the fuck up," he breathed. One more violent tug had her jeans down to her thighs, and she nearly sobbed when he shoved his hand between them and pushed her panties out of the way. "Don't know why yer fuckin' denyin' it." He pushed a large finger into her, making her whimper, and again, when he pulled out and pushed into her a second time. "See how fuckin' wet ya are."
“God, yes,” she sobbed, pushing her hips up, chasing the finger he kept taking away. “I mean, I mean, I’m not, I don’t want it--”
He chuckled and leaned in to bite her jaw, squeezing her wrists until his fingers were bands of pain around her flesh. "Such a dirty little slut fer me." His teeth closed on her throat as he fucked two fingers into her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to take the look of him, crouched predatory over her. “I’m not,” she said, weakly, and wished he’d shove her shirt up, kiss and bite like that all over her breasts.
He just laughed again, and pulled his fingers from her. She almost cried at the emptiness he left behind. She nearly screamed when he suddenly pinched her clit.
"Say it," he growled, making her shake. "Say what the fuck ya are."
“No!” She arched her back again, trying to raise her hips, to get his touch back.
He snarled and bit at her throat for a second time, stealing her breath as he pinched her clit again and twisted. "Say it, ya fuckin' cunt."
She hissed at the pain and jerked her hips to make him let go. “Make me.”
His eyes widened before he bared his teeth in a smile. When he kissed her it was all teeth, biting his way into her mouth. She fought under him, biting him back as much as she could, but he had her too pinned for it to make much difference. He grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth as he used the weight of his body to pin her kicking legs, and squeezed her struggling arms until she thought the bones in her wrist might be rubbing together.
"Ya know ya fuckin' want it," he panted. He didn't let go of her, just sat up enough to push her shirt up past her chest, pull her bra down her shoulders and torso until she was exposed above it. He dug his nails into one of her nipples, and she wasn't able to clamp down on the moan that escaped her. "Yeah, ya want it. Moanin' and pantin' like a bitch who needs to rut." His fingers tightened on her nipple before he pulled, stretching her breast until pinpoints of pain swept through her. "Say it. What the fuck are ya?"
Okay, she was done resisting. “I’m a slut,” she breathed, trying to rub up against his body. “I’m a slut and I want it.”
"Fuckin' right ya are."
Noah let go of her nipple, let her breast bounce back into place. He had to let go of her wrists to rip her jeans and panties down her legs, and she helped him kick them off. She was spreading her legs before he even touched her, planting her feet and arching her hips and fucking presenting herself to him.
"Yeah," he rasped, and he was over her again and squeezing a hand around her throat. "Yer my slut."
She would have sobbed if she had the breath. Joy wanted him so bad, had wanted him before, but it had never been like this. Like she was nothing but rushing blood, the roaring in her head, the deep, wet, ache in her pussy that wasn't about coming, but being filled by him. She may be a slut, but he was a beast.
She thought she might faint when his hands finally went to buckle of his belt. Her lips opened and closed, mouthing his name as he pulled it free and wrapped it around her wrists.
"Gonna make ya hurt," he rumbled, pushing her hands above her head again, pushing his jeans down his legs. His cock was hard enough to tear her in two. "Think ya can handle me, slut?"
“It’s so big,” she whimpered, which wasn’t exactly an answer but was true anyway. God if she could just… if she could put her mouth on that, or better yet get it in her, maybe some of the roaring in her mind would die down. But now she was hypnotized. “God, it’s… yes, please, please fuck me.”
"Plan on it." He stood to kick his jeans off, and her head spun as he loomed over her with her belly and neck exposed. "Look at ya, so fuckin' eager."
She parted her lips to speak again as he knelt between her thighs, but her words were muffled as he stuffed her panties into her mouth.
Fuck, she could taste herself on it. She whined around the cloth, spreading her legs so far she was nearly doing a split. Her brain was far from working properly, but a small part in the corner of her mind wondered if she had ever been this wet for him before, if they would need to wipe up the floor after this.
The giggle working its way up her throat was transformed into a scream as he slammed into her, the sudden stretch of him just on this side of pain. He growled something she didn't hear over the ringing in her ears, and her eyes rolled at the loss of him sliding out, before he was slamming into her again. And again. And again, pounding her into the unforgiving floor.
God, God, it was so good. She couldn’t stop moaning around the panties, gasping for air, lightheaded and dizzy. Every thrust sent a jolt of heat up her spine, dragging her closer and closer to orgasm. Black spots crowded around her eyes, and she fought to drag in air…
Oh, well. That wasn’t good.
She shook her head quickly, side to side.
He stopped as quickly as he had started, pulling out of her and making her feel empty. He reached into her mouth to pull her panties out, trailing spit down her chin as she gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull her back to him.
"Don't stop!" she moaned. “Just couldn’t breathe. Don’t fucking stop!”
His quiet laughter drew her gaze, and he was looking at her with an odd little grin, half-beast and half-Noah. Her answering whine was cut off as he grabbed her hips and sat back on his knees, pulling her with him. Her bound hands fell between them as he pulled her onto his lap, and she shivered, whined again, as his cock rubbed against her.
In an instant, any shine of Noah was gone from his eyes. "What? The fuck ya want?" he growled. His hand came up to wrap around her throat as he moved his lips to her ear, biting her lobe. "Tell me. Tell me what ya want, slut."
“Fuck me,” she wailed, tightening her thighs around his hips. “Oh God, oh, God, fuck me til I bleed, fuck me.”
He lifted her up by the hip, by the neck, and she choked for a bare moment before he pulled her down onto his cock. She panted out a moan, rolled her hips and made him let go, made him slide an arm around her back and fist his hand in her hair and pull her back into an arch. Her whimper of pleasure or pain, she didn't know, didn't care was cut off when he squeezed the hand he still had around her neck. He lunged forward, pushing deeper, and she scrambled to wrap her legs around his waist as he bent over, would be cradling her if it weren't for her hands bound and pinned between them, his, hands in her hair and at her throat.
"Take it, ya fuckin' bitch," he bit out as he started to fuck her in earnest, hard enough to bruise.
Tears sprung to the corners of her eyes, and she grabbed at the front of his shirt, clinging as best she could. “Fuck me, please, fuck me so hard!”
He yanked on her hair, pulled her head back and her body into a bow as his hips slammed into hers. "Take it, knew ya wanted it, little bitch in heat, my little slut," he murmured, his words pounding into her as he did.
Every word burned through her. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge. She closed her eyes again and arched into his body. “So close, I’m so… I’m yours, I’m your slut, oh, God, so close, please!”
His hand left her throat and snaked between their bodies, collided and linked with hers for a moment before they were pushed aside. He ducked his head as he reached her clit, pinching, as his teeth closed over one of her nipples and twisted--
She came screaming under him, writhing, calling his name as the orgasm ripped through her. She felt as if she had left her body, and Noah had laid her on the floor when she started to come back. Something sparked in her as he roughly cupped her breasts and pushed them together, warmed as she sensed him above her. She came back to awareness, gasping, as he thrust between her breasts, still slick from being inside her. She moaned, eyes fluttering open to be met by his, dark and wild and so very feral.
She whimpered, and arched her back up, forcing her body against his dick. “More,” she begged, letting her mouth fall open. “Please, more.”
He tugged sharply at one of her nipples, thrusting again, and she sobbed.
"More, more, more..."
He fisted his hand in her hair again, pushing her head toward her chest. "Shut the fuck up," he growled, fucking the tip of his cock into her mouth.
She held her head up as best she could as he let go of her hair, licking and suckling at the head of his cock. He was oozing precum, warm and salty on her tongue. Joy looked up at him, trying to beg with her eyes.
He shuddered, pushing her breasts back together again. "Christ, look at ya," he panted, fucking her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples as her lips slid back and forth over his leaking head. "Filthy little thing, wantin' my dick every which way. My beautiful slut."
She pulled her head back long enough to say, “Yeah, I want it. I want it everywhere, my mouth, my ass, my pussy, my breasts, I want it so bad.”
"Want what?" he hissed, his cock twitching against her chin.
“Your cock,” she said, and kissed the tip. “Your huge, fat cock. I want it so bad, please!”
He snarled and pulled away, and she nearly complained before she saw him wrap a hand around his cock. He thrust into his hand once, twice, before he came. He bowed over her, his eyes squeezed closed and face frozen in almost rage; she expected him to come on just her breasts, streaming over her nipples and curves, but she felt it sprinkle on her neck and face like rain before the fire in him was gone and he slumped over her.
Joy took a long, deep breath, then let her head fall back, consciously relaxing the muscles in her body. She hurt, ached in her back and legs, and what were surely going to be spectacular bruises on her hips, but God, that had been amazing.
"Fuck..." Noah breathed above her, and it was Noah when she looked. The beast had left his eyes, and he was staring down at her like she was the first sunshine after a long winter. He cupped her cheek, ran tender fingers down the curve of her neck, skin still rough but hands now so gentle. Loving. "Y'okay?"
“Yeah,” she said, and smiled back, then turned her head to kiss his hand. “I’m fine. That was spectacular.”
"Yeah." He breathed an unbelieving laugh and undid the belt from around her wrists. It joined the rest of their discarded clothes.
His legs were shaking, but still solid as he climbed off of her. Noah sat on the floor and pulled her into his lap. She settled her head on his shoulder as he softly curled a hand around around her hip. He stroked his other hand through her hair, pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Didn't think it'd be like that," he murmured. He still sounded a bit dazed. "Didn't... think I could be like that."
“Mm.” She lifted her head and gave him a soft, sweet kiss. “You aren’t, not really. You would never really hurt me, and you stopped right away when I asked.”
He pressed his forehead to hers, nuzzling at her nose. "My Joy." Slowly, he grinned and his eyes sparkled, mischievous. "My little slut," he murmured, lovingly.
She giggled, and laid her head against his shoulder again. “I’ll never be able to hear that again without getting a little turned on. You know that, right?”
"Was what I was hopin' fer." He pressed another kiss against her forehead before he stood, keeping her cradled to his chest. "D'ya want me t' bring ya t' the bed? Or I can make ya a bath?"
She hummed, thinking for a minute. “Bath please. Warm water? And you get in with me?”
"Of course." He carried her easily toward the bathroom, stepping over their clothes and kicking the door shut on the way.
The sudden realization that they had been fucking only a few feet from the wide open door made her burst into giggles. They were miles from anybody, but still.
"What's so funny?" he asked, lips twitching.
She ran her fingers through his hair. "What if your parents had walked up?" she teased.
She laughed more as his cheeks and the tip of his ears turned red. It didn't stop, even after he pinched her thigh.
