All To Myself by Annemarie Hartnett

murmured, circling the tip of her index finger with his thumb.
    The idea of taking charge of her pleasure was not a new one, but with Noah it was nearly unthinkable. She’d never gotten herself off in front of anyone before.
    Still, she accepted her liberation and wet her finger with the juices around his sheathed cock. Noah resumed his hold on her ass and his gaze moved lower. Something clicked for her at that moment.
    He wanted to watch her touching herself as she rode him. There was something dirty about it, like when an ex had asked if he could film her going down on him. She’d refused the ex, but with Noah she embraced the wickedness of it.
    She grasped his forearm with one hand and reached lower with the other.
    “Don’t let go,” she said.
    He gripped both cheeks, fingers digging into the plump flesh while she rocked faster. Even on top, she was still his and he was still taking with his words.
    “That’s my girl,” he said as she matched the flick of her fingertip to the steady pace with which she took his cock.
    She could only answer with a whimper. She leaned forward and rocked her hips to work the tip against her inner wall.
    There it is.
    She’d thought it had been his experience that had given him some secret knowledge to her body, but now she marveled that it had been there all along for her to take.
    “You do it. Just let me ride you.” Rory dragged his hand between her legs and placed her fingers over his.
    Noah grinned. “You know you’re going to make me come so hard, don’t you?”
    Rory leaned over and grinned at him. “Baby, I know it.”
    Every time she rose up and came down, she could feel all the jiggly parts of her body moving and on display for the milky daylight. The horror of it lasted a second at a time, immediately wiped clean by the perfect sensation of his cock rubbing her, his finger working her clit, and the slight prick of pain where the fingers on her ass dug into the flesh.
    His chest rumbled beneath her fingers as the momentum picked up. Rory ground down on him, riding cock and finger at once, until the friction created a perfect storm.
    She felt feminine and sexy and driven out of her mind by the glorious swell in her abdomen. As her inner walls squeezed him, Noah gripped her hips and held her tight as he bucked up, pumping her deep to his own finish.
    She gasped for air and collapsed alongside of him, laughter gurgling from the back of her throat. “I’ve never done that in the morning.”
    “Morning’s the best time if you have nowhere to be. Better than coffee.”
    “I wouldn’t go that far,” she teased, and tittered as he gave her a kick. “I definitely miss being able to sleep in.”
    “You can call in sick. We can go back to your place and shower, then spend another night here.”
    Rory would have liked nothing more as she shook her head. “I have a shift at Garden View tomorrow morning, and if I call in sick at the bar I might as well not show up. Francie is just looking for an excuse to fire me.”
    “I don’t believe your sister would do that to you.”
    “Francie’s a cow. She’s always been a stuck-up thing, though I don’t know why. She spent ten years living in a trailer park with her husband and kids before they built their house, and even then she was snotty. I think she’s pissed off at how her life turned out. Her first summer working at the hotel she met Linden. He was her first boyfriend, he got her pregnant, and that big old world she wanted to explore got really small. The White Tip is kind of her kingdom, and all the rest of us are her peons.”
    “Except it’s not. It’s my dad’s, and one day it’ll be mine.”
    “Tell that to my sister. She almost took your little spiel last night as an act of war.” She made another attempt to stretch out, and this time succeeded in doing so unmolested. As soon as she was loose, she snuggled into his chest. “I’d rather stay here with you.”
    “Why do you work so much? You’re