Fantasyland: Midnight Soul Part 56

"You been givin' somethin' to me but givin' more of it to me about now would be good, baby."

I smiled at him.

His gaze dropped to my mouth and his body under mine went utterly still.

I found that an odd and disturbing reaction.

Then, with a surprised cry, I found myself again on my knees but no longer straddling Noc with his shaft inside me.

I was facing the headboard, forced slightly to bent by Noc's chest in my back. He had a hand between my legs, finger at my c.l.i.toris, his other hand was angled across my chest, those fingers curled around the side of my neck.

And he was driving his c.o.c.k inside me swiftly and brutally.

Oh.

My, my, my.

The pad of thumb pressed up under my jaw, forcing my head back to his shoulder as he kept taking me violently, pounding into me.

Amazing.

His lips at my ear, he grunted, "Want number nine."

"Noc," I forced out.

Loving the feel of his c.o.c.k slamming into me, the power of him surrounding me, the dominance of him having mounted me, I lifted a hand to brace myself against the headboard so I could get more out of his thrusts.

"Come on, baby," his finger at my c.l.i.toris started twitching dazzlingly, "give me nine."

I felt the tingles ripple up the fronts of my thighs and I started to push myself back to meet his drives, gasping with effort and pleasure through each.

His thumb at my jaw slid in, over my lip and inside my mouth.

"Suck," he ordered.

I suckled and the instant I did, the power of his movements intensified.

The taste of him, the feel of him, I moaned against his thumb, my body bucking with the o.r.g.a.s.m that suddenly crashed over me. Jarred by his increasing thrusts, I pulled hard on his thumb in my mouth and burrowed my head in his shoulder, experiencing glory.

"That's nine," he grunted, sliding his thumb out of my mouth to wrap his hand fully around my jaw, "now give me ten, Frannie."

"Noc," I panted, still in the throes of number nine.

He kept at me, finger at my c.l.i.toris and c.o.c.k driving deep.

"f.u.c.k, you should see you taking me," he groaned, and if it was possible (which it was since he did it), he started taking me harder. "Your t.i.ts. Your face. Your c.u.n.t. G.o.dd.a.m.ned beautiful."

I heard him. I loved the words.

But I was in the middle of marveling about the fact I could feel another climax coming so I couldn't reply.

"This, baby," he stated, his fingers at my jaw holding tighter, "what we're doin' right now, is f.u.c.king."

"I...like...f.u.c.king," I pushed out.

"Good," he grunted, slamming inside.

Good was an understatement.

"Next time, I'm doin' you in front of a mirror."

At his enticing words, my arm flew up and back. I caught his hair in my grip and gave him number ten, even after all he'd given me that night, not to mention just climaxing, o.r.g.a.s.ming violently in his hold.

"There we go," he growled then drove inside, grinding, and I heard and felt his grunts sound against my shoulder as he climaxed inside me.

After some time, when heartbeats and breathing had slowed, Noc wrapped one arm around my belly, the other hand he moved to again curl around the side of my neck and he took me with his c.o.c.k slowly, tenderly. So beautiful.

So Noc.

After offering that intimate caress, he slowly pulled out, laid me on my back, kissed my belly, my chest, my chin and looked in my eyes.

"Right back," he murmured.

He was good on his promise. Leaving me to dispose of the sheath, he returned and I was in his arms under the covers, my back to his front.

I was also half asleep.

"Figure we got maybe four hours before we have to check out," he muttered into the back of my hair.

"Check out?" I mumbled.

His arms around me tightened and he answered, "I'll explain later. Now, sleep."

My drifting eyes drifted closed and stayed that way.

My mouth did not.

"Noc?" I called.

"Yeah, Frannie."

"All of the parts I do," I told him.

"What?"

"All of the parts I do," I repeated.

He burrowed his face into my hair and pulled me deeper into his arms, murmuring a sleepy, "Sorry, baby, I don't get it."

"All of the parts that make you, I cherish," I explained. Vaguely I felt his warm, languid body go solid all around me. "It's only when you're being b.l.o.o.d.y-minded that I tell myself I don't. But I cherish that too, because it's you."

I finished by finding one of his wrists at my midriff, wrapping my fingers around it and giving it a squeeze.

Promptly after accomplis.h.i.+ng that, I fell fast asleep with Noc's body still solid behind me, his arms holding me tight.

Chapter Fifteen.

Dashboard Lights Noc "What does this do?"

"It counts how many steps you take and you can input what you've eaten, what exercise you've done, how much water you've drunk, and it tracks how far you've walked, how many calories you've burned, how long you've been active, things like that."

Complete silence.

Then.

"And what does this do?"

"Uh, well...it's a scale."

"A scale?"

"A scale."

"What sort of scale?"

A different kind of silence, then...

"You step on it and it tells you how much you weigh."

"Why would you need to know that?"

"Um..."

Noc was having trouble not busting a gut laughing.

He really should intervene. The sales guy at the phone store probably made squat. He didn't need two parallel universe women asking him a million questions.

Though, Josette was the one asking the questions. Frannie was standing tucked close to his side, her arm around his waist, his arm around her shoulders, being quiet and watching her girl take in her new world and doing it with a sweet, s.e.xy smile on her face.

From what he'd experienced since taking Franka to Valentine's so she could change clothes and get ready for the day, then taking both her and Josette out for beignets, Noc knew the guy was in for it. But it was so hilarious, and Josette was having so much fun, he couldn't bring himself to stop it.

He'd learned that day when she'd cried out in Cafe du Monde, "By the G.o.ddess Hermia, there are Maroovians everywhere! Isn't it divine?" that Josette was into black dudes seeing as, as far as Noc could tell while in their world, people from Maroo (as well as some from Keenhak) were black.

And the sales guy was a good-looking black dude.

Another reason Noc didn't intervene.

Though, after realizing she was attracted to black guys, he'd spent some time in the car explaining political correctness to help her out in not putting her foot in it. He just had to hope Josette took it in from her place in the back with her nose pressed to the window and her mouth hanging open.

"Never mind," Josette said to the sales guy. "Where are you from?"

"Uh, where am I from?"

"You know, what country on this planet?"

The guy looked from Josette to Noc and Franka, got no help, so he looked back to Josette.

"America," he answered.

Josette turned to Noc. "That's where we are now, right?"

"Yeah, babe." Noc's voice was shaking, "That's where we are now."

Josette turned again to the sales guy and declared, "You're very handsome. We don't have many handsome men like you where I'm from."

The guy's eyes got huge then they dropped to Josette's impressive rack.

At that, Noc had to take half a step back (taking Frannie with him) and bend at the waist a little to alleviate the pain in his side from controlling his laughter.

"Darling," Frannie murmured but said no more, and he could hear in that one word she thought it was hilarious too.

"I'm uncertain what the etiquette is," Josette went on. "Where I'm from, I'd just ask you, after you're finished with your duties, if you'd like to meet me at a pub for an ale and then take me to your bed." She again turned to Noc as he made a choking noise. "What do you do here?"

"Uh," he pushed out, "not that...exactly."

Josette took in Noc's position, expression and tone, and not stupid, she interpreted all of them.

Which meant she returned her attention back to the guy, murmuring, "Pity."

"Jesus, where are you from?" he whispered.

"Not here," Josette gave him the understatement of the decade, looked to the display of stuff at her side and asked, "What's that?"

"Same as the other band but it has a clock on it and monitors your heart rate," the guy answered, sounding strangled.

"Now, why on earth would you need that?" Josette asked.

"Young fellow," Franka called before he could respond, and Noc swallowed a bark of laughter at the words she chose.

Josette and the sales guy turned their attention to her and when they did, the sales guy again had big eyes, probably because he'd never been called "young fellow" in his life.