Negotiating Tactics

Eleven

Alex

“Just a second,”I called at the knock on the door the next night.

I’d only gotten home an hour before after another long day, and after a quick shower, I’d put on dinner and was getting ready to settle in for the night.

At another knock, I looked at the door with mock irritation.

Then, I hastily turned off the oven and put my vegetarian lasagna on a rack to cool.

A quick wash of my hands, and I practically ran toward the door, my excitement impossible to hide.

There was no way I should be able to recognize someone by the way they knocked, but I recognized this one.

Smiling bright, I pulled open the door and waved Noah in. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

He closed and locked the door, took off his heavy jacket, and then looked down at me. The look on his face, that funny little not-smile that was so very Noah, made my heart soar. “But are you happy to see me?” he asked.

He stared down at me with an intense expression that made my heart flutter.

I didn’t understand how he could make me feel nervous, horny, and completely safe at the same time, but he somehow managed to do all that at once.

“I’m not sure how to answer that.” I decided to respond honestly, though my smile was still on my face.

Noah’s dark eyes flashed with something, and I again cursed myself for still not being able to read him. “Explain.”

His voice was demanding in a way that should have grated more than it did. But even with that flair of annoyance came the desire to be honest with him.

It fucking terrified me how easy Noah made it for me to be vulnerable.

How instinctually I trusted him.

I laughed, trying to cover my emotions as I trapped my mouth, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hmm…this is a tough choice. Should I break your balls, or say that I am?”

He huffed a little laugh. “Go ahead and break my balls if you want. We both know the truth.”

“And what truth is that?” I asked.

He pulled my hips roughly, crushing my body against his. “That you’re as happy to see me as I am to see you.”

I smiled up at him, wondering if I would ever get used to how Noah could handle me so roughly and at the same time make me feel so safe and so treasured.

It was a disorienting combination, just like everything else about the man.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me even closer. I clung to him, not even trying to pretend that I wasn’t.

Noah gave the best hugs.

I would miss them when he was gone.

I was sure I hadn’t done anything to give that thought away, but like always, Noah seemed to sense the change in me.

He pulled back, staring down at me with those dark, expressive, but still unreadable eyes.

Then, he leaned close and smiled gently.

My mind raced as I thought of what I would say, how I could deflect away from the conversation I wasn’t yet ready to have.

Yet again, Noah saved me. “Something smells delicious,” he said before he grazed my cheek with his lips.

“I…made vegetarian lasagna,” I said, the angst of just seconds ago fading to nothing.

I sounded like a fucking moron, but I had a good excuse. Noah was distracting me, his hands roaming my body as he touched me, moving down my hips, then easing a hand into my pants.

“No,” he said, his voice a rough rasp, “that’s not it.”

He kissed his way down my body, then settled on his knees in front of me and roughly pulled my pants down.

My eyes slammed shut, and I braced myself, practically trembling with need.

Almost lost it when he leaned close and breathed in deep. I stared down at him, the shine in his dark eyes piercing my soul.

“This is it. It’s my pussy that smells so sweet and tastes even sweeter,” he mumbled, his lips grazing my hair-covered mound.

Before I could speak, he snaked his tongue out, teasing my protruding pearl before he delved deeper, tracing the length of my slit with his tongue.

As he worked, he lifted one of my legs into his shoulder, held me tight as he tortured me with his tongue.

I gripped his shoulders tight, not trying to hide my reaction.

Not even wanting to.

Besides, I knew if I did try to hide it, he would drive me insane, wouldn’t relent until he left me a breathless, begging mess.

Noah took pride in making me come until I forgot everything but his name, and I certainly appreciated his efforts.

“Are you going to be good and come for me?” he whispered, his warm breath against my wet flesh making me shiver, the slight pain from the way his fingers gripped my thighs so tightly only intensifying the feeling.

“Like I could stop myself if—” I cut off on a low moan as the climax came over me, my flippant response lost on a wave of tremors.

Through it all, he held me, lapping at my sex until the tremors subsided. After a few moments, he lowered my leg to the floor, then stood and kissed me.

I returned the kiss passionately.

I couldn’t get enough of the way I tasted on his lips.

But Noah didn’t let the moment stretch.

He broke the kiss and turned me, pushing my back to the front door. I watched as he moved in fluid, practice moves to open his pants, sheath his deliciously thick length, and then grab my thigh.

He entered me without ceremony, his eyes lasered to mine as he thrust wildly, imprisoning me between the door and his hardness.

His face was focused, his body unrelenting, and with a few skillful thrusts, he sent me flying apart.

That wasn’t enough for Noah. He kept thrusting, his face intent as I clung to him.

“You owe me one more,” he said, his voice as tense as his taut muscles.

I groaned as he gripped my hips, lifting me and angling my hips so that he dove even deeper. I clung to him, not thinking it was possible to come again, but soon finding myself climbing, climbing, climbing until Noah thrust hard, his cock jerking inside of me and sending me to my own release.

I clung to him, felt an aching sense of loss when he pulled out and lowered my feet to the floor.

He kissed my nose, then smiled at me.

“Let’s get cleaned up and then have some vegetarian lasagna,” he said.

I smiled at him. “I didn’t say I was sharing my lasagna with you.”

He gave me a luminous smile that made my heart stutter. “I think I can convince you.”

“We’ll see,” I said with a laugh and then headed toward the bathroom.