SOAR (The Indigo Lounge Series Book 4) (18 page)

NINETEEN

“Open,”
he instructed.

 
She obeyed without question. Her
eagerness to taste him overwhelmed her every other sense. Her tongue stud
brushed his balls and Leia watched him shudder above her.

His
finger withdrew from her pussy. “Keep that in there.”
 

She
heard his silent warning loud and clear. If the ice slipped out, she wouldn’t
get fucked.

Swallowing
a whimper, she clenched herself tight. Her walls turned numb around the ice.
The sensation was so
incredible,
she lost her train of
thought for a moment.

“Leia,”
he growled another warning.

She
flicked her tongue eagerly against his balls, making sure her stud grazed his
perineum. A hiss escaped his throat, and his cock jumped in his fist. Greedily,
she licked and sucked, absorbing his hoarse sounds of pleasure and the waves of
arousal replacing the angry void from minutes ago.

Her
pussy clenched harder around the ice. Her hips rolled again, her juices
dripping from her pussy to trickle around her tight hole. Every nerve in her
body felt alive, aroused like she’d never been before. When Noah leaned forward
and cupped the back of her head, she read his intention and immediately wet her
lips.

Taking
the broad head of his cock in her mouth, she sucked hard. His thighs juddered
against her. With an animalistic growl, he pushed himself in until his broad
head hit the back of her throat. She curled her tongue so her stud pushed up
into the underside of his cock. The hands fisting her hair trembled. Watching
his breathtaking face, she moved her head up and down, silently indicating how much
of him she could take.

He
established a rhythm, pushing himself deep, withdrawing before her gag reflexes
kicked in. She felt the last of the ice melt and gush out of her. Within
seconds the hunger built, her pussy clenching and unclenching. Desperate for
him, she opened her throat and flattened her tongue, greedy for the only part
of him available to her. The short hairs on his thighs tickled her nipples as
he rode her. When a trail of pre-cum coated her tongue, she groaned, barely
able to stop her eyes from rolling at the potent taste.

“Jesus.
Even tied up, you fucking destroy me,” he groaned with a desperate lunge.
Unbelievably, he thickened, stretching her mouth as he threw his head back and
cursed.

“Shit,
I’m
gonna
come.” He shuddered hard.

Her
mouth clamped around him, begging him not to deny her. Eyes dark as a midnight
sky, he stared down at her.

“You
want me to blow my load in your mouth, baby?” he rasped. “Is that what you’re
begging for?”

“Hmmm,”
she pleaded.

Still
keeping the rhythm, he released her hair and cradled her skull. One thumb
absently brushed back and forth over the short hairs above her left ear. Lost
in the carnal sensation, Noah groaned over and over again as he neared his
peak.

“Damn!
Fuck, are you ready, baby?” he growled.

Her
head bobbed up and down.

He
pulled back a couple of inches to give her room,
then
flooded her mouth with a thick gush of semen. She couldn’t swallow fast enough.
A drop dribbled down her chin and landed on her chest. Noah made another
guttural sound, threw his head back and spurted another load on a soul-deep
groan. His chest expanded as he struggled to inhale.

Leia
had never seen a more magnificent sight.

When
he was spent, he withdrew. Almost reverently, he laid her head against the
pillow, caught up the drop of cum on his finger and held it against her lip.
She licked his finger clean then kept his digit trapped between her teeth.

That
lopsided smile made a lightning fast appearance and he got off her. Leia
stopped herself from begging him to stay put. But she had other, more desperate
needs.

Stretching
out beside her, Noah lazily sucked on each nipple, the back of his hand
caressing down her body.

“Now,
what to do about this.” He pressed the pad of his fingers between her legs. She
was shamefully slippery and her clit was so engorged, Leia was sure it would
pop in a second.

“Fuck
me.” Her voice broke between the words.

“Repeat
that, baby.”

“Fuck
me hard. Punish me, Noah. Please—”

Two
fingers plunged inside her as he bit her nearest nipple. Leia screamed as her
orgasm exploded from her core. The force of it sent her hips off the bed but
her ropes gave little room for movement. With her legs wide open and her body
restrained, her pleasure took its time to roll through her, catching every
nerve in electric fire and prolonging her climax.

“Oh
God!”

Every
time she started to come down, Noah would bite
harder,
curl his fingers so he hit the spot in her pelvis that sent her into orbit
again. Or he’d remove his fingers and bring his hand down hard on her pussy,
delivering a piercing mixture of pleasure and pain that unraveled another
orgasm.

She
was babbling her way through her fourth climax, when he shifted positions and
dropped his head between her legs. On a thick groan, he lapped up her juices,
his tongue curling into her core as convulsions raked her. Catching the two
ropes framing her sex, he pushed them together, plumping her up even further.
Opening his mouth wide, Noah sucked her into his mouth.
The
sight of him gorging on her was so erotic
,
Leia
blinked back helpless tears
.

God,
she loved him. Not because of what he did to her in bed. But hell, that counted
for a lot of her feelings. Even incandescent with her, he was delivering
pleasure where other men would have taken what they wanted and left her high
and dry.

His
thumb probed her second hole. Gasping, she tensed. He continued with the
caress, his eyes holding hers. Slowly she began to relax. The pressure
increased until he breached her.

The
pleasure/pain synergy escalated, the sensations different but oh so incredible.
Just when she abandoned herself to another epic release, he pulled away.

“No,
please! Oh God, please don’t stop.”

“I
have no intention of going insane tonight, baby. And not fucking you right now
is guaranteed to land me in a straitjacket.”

She
squeezed her eyes shut on a prayer of thanks, only to pop them open when he
slid one hand beneath her ass and plunged his middle finger where his thumb had
been a second ago.

“Noah!”

With
a grunt, he thrust his cock inside her. The world ceased to make sense from
then on.

He
fucked her like she was his worst enemy and his best friend.

Rough
and tender, hard and soft, he kept her balanced on the brink until dawn lightened
the bedroom blinds.

Finally,
with both their bodies covered in sweat, he gripped the rope around her waist,
and used it to yank her onto his cock. He was full enough and hard enough to
hit her edge of her womb. Pain chased up her spine, quickly overtaken and
drowned out by pleasure so deep, her heart quivered.

“God,
that feels so good! Don’t stop, Noah…
please
…” she
whispered, her voice hoarse from screams.

He
paused and looked at her. Something shifted in his eyes and he sucked in a huge
breath. “Holy fuck, you’re breathtaking. And so goddamn beautiful open to me
like this, abandoning your control and helplessly drowning in your pleasure. Do
you have any idea how much I crave this?”

She
clenched around him in answer and he groaned.

He
resumed the pounding, his eyes absorbing her every reaction. “Step over the
edge with me, baby. Come. Now.”

She
shattered into a million pieces. He followed closely behind, his beautiful body
collapsing onto hers.

His
head dropped between her breasts, and he made a choked, wounded sound. She
curbed the sound of distress, clenched and unclenched her fists uselessly as
the need to comfort him rushed through her.

When
they’d caught their breaths, she whispered his name. “Noah?”

Slowly
he raised his head. “Yeah?”

“Kiss
me. Please, kiss me.”

His
eyes dropped to her mouth, and a corner of his lips tilted in a sad smile. “No.
I’ll kiss you only when you’ve earned it.”

TWENTY

She
woke up alone in bed. Jackknifing, she threw her legs over the side and stood.

Her
legs wobbled, the byproduct of being tied up and fucked by Noah for the last
twenty-four hours. Parts of her body were so sore she couldn’t think about them
without wincing, and she had rope burns in places that made her face flame.

When
she determined she could walk, she rushed out of the room before her brain had
fully deciphered why panic was flooding through her veins. Halfway down the
hall, she heard voices. Déjà vu froze her in place. Then, shaking her head, she
crept closer. Peeking into the room closest to the living room, she saw Noah seated
behind his desk, the light from a laptop bathing his bare chest.

Relief
weakened her. Feeling foolish for her bare-assed dash from the bedroom, she
considered silently retreating. But as usual, the sight of him arrested her and
reduced her willpower to nil.

He
looked up, saw her and hit a button. The voices from the computer stopped.

Blue
eyes narrowed. “You walk in here naked and I’ll paddle your ass so hard you’ll
wear an ice pack for a month,” he growled.

She
started to backtrack. Now she was assured Ashley and Warren were nowhere in
sight, and that there wasn’t going to be a reenactment of last week, she could
return to bed. Or…

She
glanced back at Noah and found him staring at her.

One eyebrow quirked.
“What?”

“I
don’t have any clothes besides my gown.”

His
gaze shifted to the screen and he held up a finger at whoever was on the other
side. He rolled his leather chair to the side and his sizzling gaze travelled
over her nude body again. She wasn’t ashamed to bask in the thrill of watching
his eyes darken with lust. “Dressing room to your left in the bedroom. Find
something to wear and come back here when you’re dressed.”

Not
stopping to question why her heart was bouncing around her chest in joy, she
rushed back into the bedroom. There was enough daylight to see where she was
going without stopping to work out how to open the blinds. She bypassed his
formal stuff and headed for the stack of T-shirts and jeans. Since there was no
way she’d fit into any of his pants, she stuck to riffling through his tops.
Her breath caught when she saw the Vassar T-shirt.

Questioning
herself over the wisdom of her actions, she gave a mental shrug and pulled the
slightly worn T-shirt over her head. The burning need to know what the item of
clothing meant to him ate at her as she smoothed a hand over her hair. She
could ask, but she had a feeling her queries would remain unanswered.

Noah
may have cradled her close after untying her and rained kisses on her temple
and cheeks before they dropped off to sleep in the early hours of the morning,
but there was still a barrier between them. A Warren-shaped barrier which only
time and trust would smash through. And they were very much in the early stages
of that journey.

She
entered the study and Noah’s head snapped up. Electric blue eyes raked her,
then
narrowed when he saw what she was wearing. She waited
for him to tell her to go take it off.

After
a moment, he beckoned to her. “Hold on a second, boys.”

She
rounded his desk and stopped. He scrutinized her some more before he pulled her
into his lap, tugging the hem of the T-shirt down over her knees.

Two
faces stared at her from the screen. The boys couldn’t have been older than
seventeen or eighteen.

She
glanced at Noah and back to them. “Hello, I’m Leia,” she said.

They
eyed each other,
then
gaped at her.

Noah
growled. “The lady said hello. Have you drowned your manners along with your
brains cells in all those battery acid energy drinks you guzzle by the gallon?”

“
Uhhh
…hi—”

“Yeah…hey—”
They spoke in unison.

“These
two knuckleheads are Tim
Savarino
and Harry Johnson.
Believe it or not, they’re grad students at MIT.”

“I’m
the youngest in my class,” Harry piped up.

“Yeah,
only by 2.35 days,” Tim countered with a punch to his friend’s arm. They
proceeded to tussle.

Noah
pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jesus. Stay on point or I swear to God…”

Leia
curbed a smile and glanced back at him. “Are these the guys who designed the
app?” she whispered.

Capturing
her gaze, he nodded. His hand crept up her back and around her waist and tucked
her body into his. Leia tried to contain the jumping of her pulse.

Tim
cleared his throat and flipped his black and orange-tipped bangs. “Okay, umm,
like we were saying…we shut it down.”

“And
like I said, I need proof. The deadline is in just over five hours. I need to
know there’s no way it can be brought back on line.”

Leia
tensed. Noah sent her a loaded, piercing glance.

Swallowing,
she returned her gaze to the screen.

The
boys exchanged hurt glances and stared back at him. “You don’t trust us?”

***

Noah’s
hand tightened around Leia’s waist. Her nerves were making her squirm her ass
crack right against his hardening cock.

And
she was wearing his T-shirt again.
That and the knowledge
that she was naked and warm threatened to scramble his brain.

He
wrestled his concentration back. “I trust you. But I still want proof. This is
to do with her.” He cocked his head at Leia and slid one hand over her nape.
Her purr of acceptance of his ownership was for his ears alone. His cock grew
stiffer, which considering the amount of action it’d seen in the last day and
night, was nothing short of a miracle. He cleared his throat.

“That
means there can be no room for error. Error means I hunt you two down and
deprive you of your genitals. And as young men who’re about to get richer than
your wildest dreams, I guarantee you’ll need your genitals. So talk me through
what you’ve done. And use words I’ll understand so I don’t—”

“Come
over here and castrate us. Yes, we get it,” Harry griped. They exchanged
glances again and Noah wondered whether they’d devised a way to communicate
telepathically.

Tim
pursed his lips. “In the simplest terms, we infested their website with a
self-replicating
trojan
. But the beauty of it is that
while they were bouncing the auction site through about a hundred proxy
servers, we’re bouncing our
trojans
through just
under a thousand servers across the world. So they can’t send their virus after
ours. And our
trojan
is also designed to find and
destroy theirs whenever and wherever it pops up.” Harry grinned. “And we
installed a message for anyone who tries to log on. Go on, try the link,” he
urged excitedly.

Leia
stiffened. Noah smoothed a hand down her thigh, kissing her cheek in
reassurance. “It’s okay baby. They may not look it but these two are quite good
at what they do.”

“Umm…you
know we can hear you, right?” Harry grumbled.

Noah
ignored them, staring at Leia until she swallowed and nodded. The flash of pain
in her eyes gnawed at his insides, but he forced himself to access the file
he’d kept under specially encrypted code and clicked on the link.

His
screen flared to life with a picture of two yellow and blue goggled cartoon
characters frantically fondling each other and giggling.

Leia
burst out laughing. Noah reluctantly chuckled.

He
tried to access it half a dozen more times before finally shutting down the
site. “Okay, you get to keep your little peckers for now. But keep an eye on
the sites. Anything happens, let me know straight away. Understood?”

They
nodded.

Leia
leaned forward. “Wait, crashing the site doesn’t stop the auction, though, does
it?” She chewed on her lip.

Harry
smile disappeared, and his face turned serious in a way that reminded Noah why
investing in these two brilliant minds had excited him in the first place. “No,
but finding the top bidders’ website as per Mr. King’s request, and infesting
them with a worm so they can’t broadcast any material at all, sent them the
message. The…umm…porn industry is worth billions.” He blushed at the word
porn
and Tim smirked. “Shutting down a website, even for a few hours, is seriously
bad for business. Four of the bidders dropped out before we crashed the site.
We’ve taken care of the rest.”

Leia’s
head whipped round to him, her eyes wide with delighted surprise. “You did
that?”

He
nodded. “I did that. For you.”

She
blinked and
a sheen
misted her eyes. Turning to the
screen, she gave a little wave. “Thank you, boys,” she said with a smile.

They
openly gaped at her. Tim recovered first. “Umm…you’re welcome. And it was nice
to meet you, Leia.”

When
his gaze dropped to her breasts, Noah growled and terminated the link.

“They’re
sweet,” she said.

He
slammed down the lid of the laptop. “They’re horny teenagers whose only saving
graces are that they’re blessed with some cool skills.”

She
took his head in her hands and pressed her mouth to his jaw. “So…I said thank
you to the boys…” Her fingers trailed down his throat and her nails scoured his
chest.

He
hissed as his heartbeat escalated. “Yeah?”

“Now
I want to find a way to thank you.”

Mentally
inspecting the box of toys he’d had delivered from storage, he said, “I’m sure I
can come up with a few
sug
…” He stopped when she
shook her head.

“I
have one in mind.” Her face reddened. Her eyes darted to his and slid away.

He
captured her jaw. “Spit it out.”

“I
want you to…umm, fuck me in the ass.”

His
fingers tightened and his senses caught fire. The need to grant her wish
screamed through him, but he forced himself to shake his head. “Baby, I’m too
big for you. You cried last night when I tried, remember?”

“I
was overwhelmed by…everything. I can’t guarantee I won’t be overwhelmed this
time too, but I really want you to take me there. I want you to hurt me like
that, Noah,” she whispered huskily.

Blood
roared in his ears until he thought he’d burst. He stared long enough to make
sure she meant it. Then he picked her up and rearranged her so she straddled
him, her legs thrown over the arms of his chair. His hands teased the bottom of
the T-shirt, every sinew in his body tightening in anticipation of the treasure
beneath. “We’ll try again…soon,” he added when she opened her mouth to protest,
“but not right now.”

He
smiled at her adorable pout. Placing a hand on her stomach, he pushed her back
until she leaned her elbows on his desk. Then he lifted the T-shirt and bared
her to him.

God.
Fuck. No matter how many times he ate, fucked and fingered her, his hunger only
grew wilder, stronger.

Addicted.
That was the word he’d applied to her the first time they’d fucked.

That
addiction had survived all the shit of the last week and had puzzlingly
multiplied a thousand fold.

“Noah…”
she murmured.

And
the way she said his name… He gritted his teeth.

Lifting
his head, he looked into her breathtaking face as he flicked a thumb over her
swelling clitoris. “Tell me you did the sensible thing and didn’t schedule any
meetings for today?”

Her
eyes were darkening with arousal, but she shook her head. “Nothing that I can’t
handle over the phone or with a l…laptop,” she groaned the last word, and her
head fell back, her mouth dropping open to gasp her pleasure.

“Good
girl.” Noah quickly unbuttoned the jeans he’d pulled on to call the boys. His
cock sprang free, immediately seeking her core like a fucking guided missile.

Leia
made a thick sound at the back of her throat and his dick twitched again,
reminded of how it felt to have that hum against its head. She rubbed herself
eagerly against him, slicking the underside of his shaft with her wet heat.

Gripping
her thighs, he spread her wider. She flinched from the rope marks marring her
inner thighs, but he didn’t loosen his hold. He knew the pain only added to her
pleasure. She confirmed it when her eyes glazed over and she licked her lips in
anticipation of his possession.

Tugging
the T-shirt over her head, he caught it at her elbows and tied a snug knot.
With her hands immobilized behind her, he went to town on her beautiful small
breasts. He licked, sucked and slapped her exquisite mounds until she begged
him to finish her off.

Impaling
her on his cock, he shouted at the first thrust. “Christ, you’re so hot! So
tight and silky.”