VAIN (The VAIN Series) (4 page)

"You can't tie me to the bed and then ask me something like that." I protest too weakly. He hears it within my voice just as much as I do. The only grace that he's offered me tonight is the fact that he hasn't yet tied my ankles to the bed. I'm not sure if it was intentional or if he did it to watch me squirm after asking me a question like that.

"It's a simple question, Alexa. Do you like sucking cock?"

"I'm pretty sure you can get a woman to open up to you…" my voice trails as he slips out of his jeans. "Or whatever your process is without asking her whether she likes blowing guys. Besides, I asked about your scar and you completely ignored that."

His full lips turn into a sly grin as he picks up his camera and sits next to me. "Do you?"

"Riddles," I pull the word slowly across my tongue before I lick my bottom lip. "You speak in riddles, Noah."

His finger jumps to my chin and I groan without thinking as it traces a path across my jaw. "Tilt your head this way, Alexa," he says softly. "I want to capture your bottom lip. It's perfect."

I try and push my face into the opposite side of the bed, but he holds steadily to my chin. "You said you wouldn't take pictures of my face," I whimper. "My lips. People might know."

"The only people who would know, Alexa." His warm, heavy breath grazes over my chest before he continues, "Are the men you've sucked off. No one could forget these lips."

I close my eyes trying to ward off the thought of his cock sliding between my lips. I've wanted that since he flung open the door to his apartment the first night we met. I can't exactly tell him that I've replayed that moment in my mind over and over again and almost each time I imagine dropping to my knees and sucking his cock until he shoots his load all over me.

"Alexa, your head." His finger brushes against my cheek. "Turn towards me."

I pull my eyes open slowly as I tilt my head in his direction. He's kneeling next to me now, his almost erect cock just inches from my lips. If this is a test, I'm about to fail miserably. I lick my bottom lip slowly aching to taste the large head of his dick. If I just shifted my body ever so slightly, I know I could reach. Would he stop me? Would he let me?

"That's perfect," he growls as I hear the distinctive sound of the camera capturing dozens of images in a row. "Your lips are so perfect."

That's the photographer in him talking and I can't forget that as much as I want to. This has turned into a battle of me against my own will as much as a job. He's toying with me. It's what he's done from the beginning but calling him on it will only feed his already colossal ego. I read enough stories on the
Internet about how he discarded countless women after being involved with them for a short time. That had to have been pre scar though. From what I've seen and witnessed, this version of Noah Foster doesn't go out much at all.

"Alexa," he calls out and I realize that I've heard him repeat my name several times now. I was drifting.

"What?" I bite back as my eyes fly open to the sight of him hovering above me, his camera in one hand. Christ, please make him stop being so utterly gorgeous. Is this some sick, twisted game of karma? You throw me into a room with a naked man who looks like this and then I can't touch him? This has to be worth more than five thousand dollars. It's like one of those credit card commercials. This is fucking priceless.

"Talk to me about your last lover." He inches down the bed so I can't make eye contact with him. Smart move, Noah. He asked this once before and my reaction then should have been enough to get him to back the hell off. There's no mistaking what a pushy son of a bitch he is.

"Let's talk about you instead," I counter, trying to veil the wide grin that has taken over my face. "What about your last lover?"

"This isn't about me." His response is curt and harsh. "I get to ask the questions."

"I don’t have to answer them," I push back, pulling my legs closer together. I've had enough of this for one night and maybe shooting personal questions in his direction is going to be the ticket I need to get out of these bindings, this bed and this room for the night.

"One question, Alexa," he says with a growl. "You ask one question. I'll answer and then you let me work."

One question? Just one? I study his face and soak in the sight of his eyes staring a path straight through me. We're both naked, nothing separating us but a piece of paper that clearly states that he's never going to ravage my body the way I want him to. If I can't have that, I can definitely have something almost as good. "Tell me about your most memorable lover."

"I haven't met her yet," he begins before his voice stalls. "Or I haven't fucked her yet."

"That's a cop out." I adjust my hips to allow my legs to slide open slightly.

His eyes follow my movement and I know he's staring at my wetness. I've never minded being naked in front of a man, and with Noah, it's quickly becoming second nature. I'm not even sure what it would feel like to actually have a conversation with him while I'm fully clothed.

"You're wet." His voice is thick and heavy. "You get so wet when I'm photographing you."

I push my legs even further apart. "You're gorgeous," I admit. "I've never seen a man's body like yours."

"You get wet from looking at me?" His hand shifts from his lap to the edge of my thigh.

I have to stall my breathing to
suppress a deep, guttural moan that is building within me. "You're not surprised by that." He can't be. He knows exactly what he looks like.

"I pay women to fuck me," he whispers. "They'll tell me anything to make a dollar."

"Do they tell you that you're hot as fuck?" I pull against the bindings, my hands instinctively wanting to trace a path across my folds. I'm so aroused. I want so badly to come.

"Hot as fuck?" The words rumble through him and across his lips. "No one has ever told me that."

"You're lying," I challenge. "Women tell you all the time that they want you."

"Do you want me?" It's a question that is engorged with unending consequence.

I pull my tongue across my lips, let my legs fall open to reveal how dripping wet I actually am and utter a very clear and unmistakable. "Yes."

"You know I can't touch you." His breath skirts heavy over my cheek. His mouth is hovering so close to mine, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.

"I don't follow rules." I push the words back at him. "We have a non-disclosure agreement. I wouldn't tell a soul if you touched me." The words are meant to tease him but I realize once they float over my lips that they're true. I don't follow rules. I never have. I've always chased after every man I've wanted. I've never been the quiet, demure and well behaved girl who waits to be swept off her feet. If I see something I want, I take it. Consequences come later.

"You're not my type, Alexa." I can sense he's smiling even though I can't see his face. He's too close to me. The warmth of his skin is radiating into mine.

I swallow hard as much to gather the words from within me as to calm my racing heart. "That's why you want me so much." I'm playing with fire. He's unlike any man I've ever met. He's dark, he's edgy. He obviously has more issues than I can count on one hand and he's here, so close, so hard and so wanting.

"If I touch you, it's going to ruin the process," he says it with strength of purpose. He shifts his body slightly and I feel the tip of his dick brush against my leg.

I catch my bottom lip between my teeth when I feel the ache in my sex. I'm so aroused that I'm about to come without any stimulation at all. "If you untie my hands, Noah…" I tilt my head to the side and my lips brush over his as the words leave me. "If you untie me, I'll make myself come right now."

His breathing stalls. "Alexa, you're killing me."

I close my eyes and push a rush of breath from my lungs so it seeps out of my lips and flashes over his. I want to say something but I know that anything that escapes from me at this point is going to be enveloped with a moan.

"Your skin is beautiful." His hand is back on my hip now but its intent isn't the same as it was before. His touch is softer, gentle. There's no direction there. This time it's not to guide me into the perfect pose. This time there's something else beneath it.

I push my head closer to his and there's no hesitation in the air between us. His lips glide quickly and harshly over mine. They're soft. His kiss is so lush, so greedy and complete. I struggle beneath the bindings as he claims my mouth with his without any apology at all. The groan that travels through his body and into mine causes me to buck my hips.

"Alexa. Christ," he growls as his hand glides across my stomach towards my wetness.

I moan loudly the moment his fingers rake over my moist folds. His touch is soft at first but quickly there's a distinctive shift to something else. I grind my heels into the mattress to gain more depth of pleasure. I push my hips into his hand and I'm rewarded when he lets out a deep, guttural and purely sensual grunt.

"Fuck it." The words escape him in a rush and I feel instantly bereft when his body pulls quickly from mine.

"Noah," I whimper as I close my eyes. "Please don't stop."

"I fucking can't stop."

I scream loudly the instant I feel his tongue on me. I buck my hips up and into him. I tense when I realize I can't reach down to guide his mouth. I want to. I need to. "Untie me," I beg. "Noah, untie me."

He ignores my pleadings as his hands reach beneath me to cup my ass in his palms. His head is moving quickly, mirroring the actions of his tongue. He's eating me with a fury and passion that I've never experienced before. I'm close to coming. I can feel the depth of it building deep within me. I brace myself as he pushes my legs wider apart.

"Fuck, your pussy is so good." The words fill the heated silence in the room. They're raw and electric and push me even closer to an edge I want to fly over.

"Like that, Noah," I whisper through clenched teeth. "Just like that."

"Like this." His teeth etch a line over my clit and I race into an
earth-shattering climax. I buck underneath him, my body dictating my reaction. I feel the instant flow of wetness from me. He laps it up, the entire time his moans echoing through my already sensitive flesh.

"I want you to…" my voice trails as he whips his tongue around the swollen bud again. "Noah, just do it."

"No." He breathes into my folds. "I'm not untying you. I'm going to fuck you just like this, Alexa."

"Untie me," I plead again. The fact that he's already made me come twice with his mouth while keeping me tied up is torture enough. I need to touch him when he slides his dick inside of me.

He pulls his massive frame across my body so he's hovering right above me, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of my head. "It's not happening. I want you spread out just like this for me. I'm going to fuck you so hard, Alexa. So hard. My dick is going to fill you right up."

I skip a breath at the promise of it. "Let me suck your cock first," I'm begging. Can he hear that in my tone? Does he know how much I want to take him in my mouth? Can he feel that desire seeping out of every part of my body?

"If I slide my cock in that perfect mouth, I'll come right down your throat," he says gruffly. "I'm going into my bedroom to get a condom and when I get back, I'm going to fuck your beautiful tight pussy until you come all over me."

Holy fucking hell.

I clench my thighs together as I watch him round the corner and head down the hallway. I've never been taken before while bound to a bed or anything else for that matter. I'm already so close to another orgasm. I have to calm down. I have to temper my want or I'm going to scream out the second he pushes his dick into my body.

"Goddammit, you look so fucking amazing right now." He's back with a foil package in his palm.

"Put it on," I beg in a high voice. I don't care if I sound like I'm in heat right now. I want this so much. I need this more than I've needed anything in a very long time.

"Wait." He stalls and the condom package drifts lazily from his palm and onto the bed. "You're so beautiful. I need to capture this."

I can't compute what's happening. My libido is having a fight to the death with my mind. Is he actually reaching for his camera? He's going to take pictures of me right now? Um, what about the part where he fucks me senseless?

"Turn to the left." He inches against my thigh with his hand. "Alexa, to the left."

I stay frozen where I am. The defeat that is racing through my body is going to steal away any fetching image that he may think is nestled there. Before another second passes I'm reasonably sure that I'm going to look pissed, disappointed and I may even explode from pent up sexual frustration.

"Alexa?" He's pushing harder on my thigh now and the intimacy of the touch isn't helping in the least. "Roll a little to the left."

I shake my head slightly. "Are we going to fuck?" Why bother with formalities like being demure when you're tied to a hot guy's bed with a condom right next to you? All the pieces of the puzzle where I get to come again are
there; I just need Noah to focus enough to put it altogether and in me now.

He darts to his feet above me and my question is instantly answered. "Your skin is gorgeous right now. It's perfect. To the left, Alexa."

I roll slightly to the left, which only ensures that the unopened condom package is now the center of my focus. "Like this?" I ask facetiously.

"Just like that," he says, completely and blissfully unaware of how disappointed I am.