None of the people she'd been with had noticed. Of course, the one person who noticed that she tried to keep quiet during sex was Asa fucking Sheridan. The fuck buddy who wouldn't even call her by her first name had somehow caught onto an insecurity she'd been successfully hiding for years. Great.
"I didn't notice at first because we only fucked at work for the first few months," he told her one day, in between kisses. "I figured you wanted to be quiet in case someone walked by your office."
She rolled her eyes and brought him back down into another kiss. Years of boarding school and horny teenagers had given her plenty of exposure to the sounds women made during sex. They always sounded so... whiny? And fake. Like they were busy putting on a performance instead of actually enjoying themselves. She didn't understand how people could find those noises sexy. She didn't want to sound like that, she didn't want to turn off her partner, so she was careful to be quiet during sex.
Trying desperately to distract him, she ran her fingers down his smooth chest and slowly unzipped his trousers as she licked into his mouth.
He hummed in appreciation, but pulled back to continue his line of questioning. "Why is that, Carson?"
In lieu of a response, she reached into his trousers and stroked his erection with the amount of pressure she knew he liked. His eyes fluttered shut and he grunted before reaching forward and stilling her hand. "You're trying to distract me," he accused.
Yes I am, she thought. And you're not letting me. She pushed away from him slightly so she could sit up. Once she had the room, she crossed her hands in front of her and pulled her top off. His eyes immediately zoned in on the flimsy black lace that was barely holding in her chest.
He pulled her into a melting kiss, reached around to unhook her bra, flung it across the room, and laid her back down on the bed. His leg swung over hers and bracketed her in. Finally, she thought as his large hand came up to palm her breast. She smiled into the kiss, feeling victorious. Men are so simple.
Every man but this one, apparently. When he felt her smile, he sat back up, hand still on her breast (the man had some of his priorities straight at least). "You really don't want to talk about this," he pointed out.
"No," she admitted. She grabbed his other hand and brought it up to her other breast. Her hands on his, she helped him squeeze into her and she rolled her hips up to meet his. His mouth dropped open at the feeling of the heat through her jeans on his groin. "I don't. I would like to fuck you at some point, though. I thought that's why you came here."
When he leaned back down to continue kissing her, she thought the topic was laid to rest. She let herself get lost in him as he deftly popped open her jeans and started pulling them down her body. They got tossed away. He leaned down to plant a gentle kiss onto each of her nipples before working his way out of his own trousers and pants. Once he was free of them, he started to kiss his way down her torso.
About halfway down though, he hummed into her skin and sat back up. "I'm not satisfied," he said.
She rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Neither am I..."
"What about this topic has you so shy, Carson? I've never known you to be shy about anything," he thought for a second, then added, "Ever."
"Why do you care so much?"
He lowered himself back down over her and continued his path down her torso, punctuating each word with an open mouthed kiss. "I find you fascinating," he said between kisses.
She scoffed, but he was undeterred.
"Plus--" He was getting closer to her panties now. "I want to know what you sound like as you fall apart around me." He placed a final, hot kiss right over her clit. The lace muffled the feeling enough to make her ache for more. As always, she brought her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down on it so she didn't let out some kind of embarrassing squeak. She tried to squirm away, but he held her in place with his hips.
She let out a sigh through her nose and tried, once again, to end the conversation. "I just--" Speaking suddenly became very difficult. He was oh so gently rubbing his thumb up and down her lace-covered slit. "I just--I--"
"Use your words, Carson," he teased.
She was sure that she was starting to soak through the lace now. She closed her eyes and tried to collect herself. If she opened her mouth now, who knows what kind of noise would come out. He was still stroking her gently, but after a few seconds of breathing she had her bearings enough to say, "I just don't see why you'd want to hear me. Who knows what kind of embarrassing noises I'd make."
He stopped at that, and she was grateful for the break. The clarity it offered her helped her get out, "I wouldn't want to ruin our time together by squawking like some kind of bird and having you laugh at me the whole way home. Things have been working so far, haven't they?"
"Yeah, they have. But, you think you sound like a squawking bird during sex?" She could tell he was trying his best not to laugh at the mental image.
She sighed again, about at the end of her rope. "How should I know?" she asked without thinking.
His eyes softened. "You've never let go of all of that during sex? Not even once?"
She shook her head. "I never wanted to ruin the moment. I'm content to just hold back a little and leave the situation with my dignity intact."
"You don't have to hold back with me, Carson."
His eyes met hers with such open sincerity, it caught her off guard. For a second, she almost believed him. She tried to laugh it off, hoping if she gave him the answer he wanted they could just get on with it. "Well," she chuckled lightly. "Maybe one day I won't have a reason to be quiet, and I can be as loud as I want."
"You don't have a reason to be quiet now," he insisted.
Again without thinking, she said, "I don't have a reason to be loud now, actually."
She realized her mistake as soon as his eyebrow quirked up. "Is that so?" he asked.
Oh, she's in trouble now.
His strokes up and down her slit restarted. It only took a few to get her squirming again. Without stopping, he leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth. He was sucking on it gently, but wholly. She glanced down and saw her entire breast lifting up and down from the suckle of his lips around her sensitive skin. The sight of it, plus the feeling of his perfect mouth, shot straight to her cunt where he was still stroking much too gently, and she clamped her teeth shut and eyes shut.
Eventually, a full body chill ran down her spine and he took that as his cue. She initially thought that he was pulling back to rid her of her lace, but instead took her other nipple into his mouth and gave it the same tireless treatment.
When his tongue flicked forward to tease her while sucking, her hands flew up to their usual spot on his shoulders. She tried to concentrate enough to do the kneading thing he liked, hoping that it would throw him off his mission so she could catch her breath. No such luck.
When he finally had enough of her trying to squirm away from him, he released her nipple with a wet pop and stopped torturing her with too-gentle strokes. He hooked his fingers in the lace and pulled them down her legs. She barely had five seconds to catch her breath.
Never breaking eye contact, he spread his hands out over her hip bones. He pushed her gently but firmly into the mattress so she couldn't squirm again. He moved with an aching slowness so that every swipe of his skin on hers sent a jolt of electricity up her spine.
His nose started to run over her skin lightly. It was a whisper of a touch, just heavy enough to slowly drive her insane. As he swiped his nose along her lower belly, his breath tickled the invisible hairs there.
She felt her muscles jump involuntarily. An indignant whine creeped up her throat, but swallowed it down before it escaped. From the satisfied look on his face, she could tell he noticed. She took her bottom lip into her mouth again.
She watched him move further down her body until his head ducked down slightly. Suddenly, she felt his nose run up the crease of her thigh, his hot breath trailing along behind. She clamped down harder on her lip and threw her head back to look at the ceiling.
He moved to her center and dropped a gentle kiss a millimeter higher than where she wanted him to. She felt wetness seep out of her without her permission, and she gasped. The loudest noise she'd made thus far. Her hips lifted, searching for friction, but his hands were there holding her down. She bit back another whine and let her hands twist up in the sheets.
His breath left her core and she took the opportunity to slow her breathing down beyond the too loud gasps she was heaving out.
Too soon, his nose was trailing an identical path on her other side. She felt herself tighten every muscle in her body to resist a reaction to the gentle kiss she knew was coming next.
When it didn't, she lifted up her head to look at him in silent complaint. He was smirking up at her. She rolled her eyes and let her head fall back onto the bed. "Prick," she breathed.
He chuckled against her inner thigh before biting down hard. It caught her off guard and a breath punched out of her as her legs fell open wider for him.
Taking mercy on her, he drug his hands down her hips and over her thighs until he reached her knees. He pressed them down towards the bed and moved them slowly up towards her hips as far as they would go. She should have been embarrassed at the wet sound that came from between her legs as she opened up for him, but she was too distracted by the feeling of her folds unsticking from one another, baring her to him. She felt her walls tighten down on nothing, and the emptiness nearly made her cry.
"Okay," she said, propping herself up on her elbows. "You've made your point. I have been holding back, but I won't anymore. You wore me down, you win, all is well, let's get on with it."
His determined look made her roll her eyes for what felt like the millionth time, and she flopped back down on the bed again. She wasn't fooling him for a second.
Using her knees as leverage, he pushed himself up and lowered his torso onto hers. His warm skin on hers made her shiver initially, but as soon as he settled over her she relaxed into the mattress.
