Page 22 of Nolan (The Doherty Mafia)
I turned to him in the middle of the busy pavement. It was dark now and all the streetlights were on, reflecting bright lights on both of us. Nolan reached for me, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me close to him.
“I’m so glad you walked into that tattoo parlor today,” he said gruffly, bringing his mouth close to my ear. I smelled his musky cologne and it took over my senses.
I felt myself melting. I wanted him to hold me in his arms, kiss me the way he kissed me last night. I wanted his tongue on my nipples. Could he feel the heat coming off me?
“I can’t believe my luck either,” I replied.
Nolan hooked a finger under my chin, tipping my face up towards him. We looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments before he kissed me. It was a hungry kiss. We sucked on each other’s tongues, our lips molded together. I leaned into him, thrusting my hips into his abs. I pictured him naked again. With his perfect Greek-God body.
I justified my desire for him—as I kissed him back fiercely.
Aldo needed information on the Doherty family. He said I was the only one in a position to get it for him. What if this was the only way I could get that information? By sleeping with Nolan again?
Maybe letting him fuck me was the only way he’d trust me enough to tell me something I could use against them.
When our mouths parted, I was completely out of breath. My shoulders rose and fell heavily as I stared at him open-mouthed. I almost couldn’t believe a man had made me feel like this with just a kiss.
I pushed my hands into the pockets of my jeans and tried to steady myself.
“Take me home,” I said.
Nolan had a half-smirk on his face. He reached for a few stray curls of mine, tucking them behind my ear.
“You want to come home with me?”
I nodded.
“You liked how I fucked you last night?” he continued, stepping even closer to me now. His voice was so low and gruff, but I heard him clearly.
“Yes and I want you to fuck me again.”
Nolan clenched his jaws tightly.
“You’re going to make me crazy,” he growled, circling his arm around my waist. When I least expected it, he slapped my ass hard.
I wanted more where that came from.
“Come on. I’m always going to give you what you want, Amelia. All you have to do is ask.”
We made out in the elevator. He had me in his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist. He nibbled on my ear while I ran my nails down his hard muscular back. He kissed my earlobe, the side of my face, my chin. I wanted more and more and more.
We tumbled into his apartment, pushing backwards through the door.
He fell and I landed on top of him, sitting on him astride with my hands pressing down on his chest.
“What are you going to do now?” he groaned.
I pulled my top off and threw it to the floor. Then I unhooked my bra and undid my jeans.
“I’m going to take what I came here for,” I replied, biting down on my lip.
Nolan laughed. It was a deep satisfied laugh and I loved hearing it. I loved when he gave me control like this. There was no way I’d have any control over him in real life. No matter how tough I considered myself to be. Nolan was bigger and stronger than me. But right now, he gave me all the control I wanted.
I undid his pants and pulled them down. Finally, his hard strong cock was in my hands and I stroked him gently.
Nolan groaned, reaching for my hair and winding it around his wrist to hold me in place.
“Get on top of me. Take me in,” he commanded. But I wasn’t going to let him call the shots.
I smiled because I liked seeing how much he wanted me. I rubbed myself on him. I knew I was wet. My panties were dripping wet between my legs. I rolled my hips, rubbing on his legs through my jeans.
“Take me in, baby,” he groaned again, but this time less as a command.
I cupped my breasts, squeezing my nipples, riding him…without actually riding him. With my other hand I continued to stroke him, watching as his eyes became darker and more intense. There was an anger behind his eyes I didn’t recognize. Who was he mad at?
I stroked him harder and his eyes became more raw. He wasn’t mad at me. He wanted me.
I knew I tortured him by not taking off my jeans. By keeping them on, stroking him.
He groaned and grunted, tightening his hold on my hair as I bounced on top of him. I wanted to touch myself too. I wanted to slip my fingers within my juicy pussy folds, stroke my clit. I wanted to come. But I also wanted this to last forever.
