Thirteen
Noah
“Oh my God,that was so fucking phenomenal!” Alex said, practically bouncing into her apartment, even though it was closer to morning than night.
I chuckled as I followed her inside. “I’m surprised to hear you say that. I definitely couldn’t tell.”
As Alex laughed, I locked the door and then turned to face her again.
“Sounds like you’re saying I’ve made it clear I had a great time?” Her eyes were bright with excitement, and even at the late hour, I saw no signs of tiredness, her fun tonight clearly fueling her.
I studied her, my head tilted like I was deep in thought. “There may have been a few hints. And by hints, I mean you’ve been beaming since we set foot in New York,” I said.
She smiled at me, the same expression that had been on her face all night. I returned that smile and asked the question I suspected I knew the answer to.
“Did I do good?” I asked.
I didn’t think it was possible, but her smile got even bigger. “Very, very, good,” she said as she approached me, looking like my every fantasy had come to life.
Her attire was so simple—a jacket, shirt, jeans, boots. It shouldn’t have affected me as much as it did, but Alex was an absolute vision. Add the fact that it was me who had her smiling so brightly, and I was left with feelings I didn’t dare want to consider.
“Thank you,” she said when she reached me, her voice quiet now, not that volume was necessary for me to see the depth of her emotions.
“You’re welcome,” I said.
Better to say that than try to give words to all the things I was feeling.
I smiled as I pulled her closer to me.
“Do you think I could ask a favor?” I said.
“Of course,” she said, her voice soft, ending on a little tremble as I brushed my lips against her neck.
“Can you wear those boots while I fuck you?”
I pulled back an increment to gauge her reaction. She blushed, looking scandalized, but then she smiled, her eyes playful.
“Today, well yesterday, was my birthday. And you want me to give you a gift?”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” I said, trailing my lips along her collarbone.
“I have no doubt that you will. Meet you in the bedroom,” she said.
Then, she broke the kiss and moved away.
I smiled, feeling elated as I went to her bedroom.
Not too long after, she opened her bathroom door, and our eyes locked.
I’d stripped down and lay on her bed, and she looked down, her gaze focused on the hand that was gripping my cock.
I’d been lazily stroking myself but stopped when I saw her. I had thought she was angelic before, but I wasn’t sure because the way she looked now was pure sin.
A sinful lace bra that lovingly cupped her gorgeous tits, a scrap of black underwear that covered her sex and emphasized the fullness of her hips, and those boots, contrasting beautifully against her skin.
“Come here, Alex,” I said, my voice rough.
She moved, slowly at first, tentatively, but she must have seen something in my eyes because as she got closer, she looked at me with passion and desire in her eyes.
“Everything but the boots needs to come off,” I said.
She lifted her mouth but complied without speaking, and as she removed those undergarments, I rolled the latex down my shaft, resenting the thought of anything between Alex and me.
Even still, I was on edge, wanted to fuck her more than I wanted my next breath, but even more, I wanted her to feel even just a taste of what I did.
I stood and met her at the edge of the bed and let my fingers trail down her chest, past her taut nipple, down her soft stomach.
I slid a finger into her liquid heat, my cock jumping at the feel of her warmth pulling me in.
“On your back, Alex,” I said.
Alex laid down, and I wasted no time following her, lifting her legs high, her suede-covered calves bracketing my shoulders.
I entered her without ceremony, but neither of us needed build up.
Like always, she yielded to me, gripped me tight, her pussy perfection as I drove us both to climax.
Noah
“I recognize that face,” I said, my fingers tracing Alex’s cheek.
“And what face is that?” she asked, her voice husky but her expression soft as the first rays of sun glinted outside of her window.
“The one that says you’re about to say thank you even though I told you not to,” I said.
She smiled. “Guilty as charged. Maybe you should have been a lawyer.”
I chuckled. “Believe it or not, I wanted to be for a while.”
“Really?” she asked, surprised.
I nodded. “I know. Shocking, right?”
She studied me for a moment. “Not at all. But what made you want to be one?”
I didn’t answer immediately but then looked at Alex and was again struck by our connection, the bond that still shocked me.
What shocked me even more was that I wanted to open up to her, felt a desire to share parts of myself I’d shared with no one else.
“When I was a kid, there was a lawyer who helped my family out. I had thoughts of doing the same thing once, but it didn’t work out,” I said, shrugging nonchalantly.
I’d long ago gotten over the disappointment, but it was interesting to look back at it now. Becoming a lawyer had seemed as possible as becoming a werewolf or a superhero, though my mother and grandmother had always told me I could do anything I wanted.
“What’s the story?” Alex asked.
“Well, it all started in Connecticut,” I said.
She furrowed a brow. “Okay.”
“That’s where I grew up. Did you know that?” I asked.
Alex shook her head. “I wasn’t sure where you were from,” she said.
“And you didn’t ask?” I asked.
She smiled. “I didn’t want to pry.”
I kissed her cheek. “Questions from you aren’t ever prying, Alex,” I said.
I stared at her until she nodded and then continued, still surprised that I was willingly discussing this, eager to in fact.
“My mom was from New York, but she worked at a country club in Connecticut during the summers. My sperm donor spotted her, thought she was an easy target, and the rest is history. When she found out she was pregnant, she went to him. From what I understand, he sent her away and didn’t ever look back. So, Mom dropped out of college, and she and my nonna got a place and tried to survive,” I said.
“Your nonna? She’s Italian?” Alex asked.
I smiled. “She was.”
Alex cleared her throat and then looked at me with a little hesitance in her eyes.
“Spit it out,” I said, feeling myself smile back at her.
“So, it sounds like Prescott didn’t provide for you,” she said.
“Not one nickel,” I responded.
“So…how did you make your money? Birdie forbade me from searching on the internet about you, so I have no idea,” she said.
“Search if you want to, but you won’t find much, and I pay a small fortune to keep it that way. But to answer, I made my money in real estate,” I said.
“Really? How did you learn about real estate?” she asked.
“The hard way. But that lawyer who helped me actually put me on the path. Me, Mom, and Nonna always struggled, and when I got into high school, we moved into another shitty apartment. It should have been condemned. The owner was the quintessential slum lord, and some do-gooder lawyer sued him. All of the tenants got a nice little settlement, and for the first time in my life, we had money to get a decent place. A little house, nothing to write home about, but we were grateful. Nonna insisted I keep the sidewalk shoveled and the lawn cared for, and the landlord noticed me and hired me for maintenance and said I could work for him as long as I stayed in school. It just snowballed from there. I got an associate’s degree in business—I never saw Nonna more proud than she was that day—and my business grew from there,” I said.
“Noah, that’s such an amazing story,” she said.
I shrugged. “Sure. But it was mostly just pure stubbornness that kept me going.”
She had a soft smile on her face. “That checks out.”
I smiled back and then blurted, “You know, I actually considered changing my name, but Nonna was adamantly opposed.”
“Why did you want to change it?” she asked.
“Well, at first I fucking resented the asshole who had given it to me—or should I say the asshole my mother took it from because Prescott never gave me shit—and didn’t want to have any tie to him. As I got older, I got irritated by the assumptions people made,” I said.
“That makes sense. So why keep it?” she asked.
I chuckled. “To piss Prescott off. I shouldn’t even have given him that kind of energy, but I admit that it gave me a certain level of satisfaction, knowing that every time he heard my name—and I have no doubt that he heard my name—he knew that I had built my little empire with no help from him,” I said.
“That is petty as fuck. I love it!” Alex said.
She smiled, and I found myself returning the expression.
A testament to how different everything was with her.
There wasn’t another woman, another person, really, that I had spoken about this with. But like everything else with Alex, it felt normal, natural.
On some level, that comfort terrified me, but even more, it made me happy and gave me peace I hadn’t even known I was missing.
Alex smiled at me, reached over to caress my cheek, her eyes soft.
“Thank you for sharing that, Noah. And thank you for the best birthday I’ve ever had,” she said.
If I had my way, we’d share a lifetime more.
But instead of saying that, I kissed her.