Touchdowns and Temptations: A Football billionaire Romance

13

The feeling of Noah”s lips on mine is insanely good. Much better than I ever imagined and would admit. He gives me time to return the kiss, but I”m unable to react.

My inner voice is still warning me about this kiss and what it will change between us.

I can”t let it happen and stumble into the inevitable: Falling in love with Noah McCarter.

But his lips feel too good. They fit perfectly against mine. My hands, resting on his chest, run up and down. Noah moves even closer to me, and his grip on my hips tightens. Slowly but surely, my resistance begins to crumble because it feels too good. From his muscular chest, I work my way up his neck and intertwine my hands.

Finally, I return the kiss.

It breaks down all the walls I have so carefully built.

Noah intensifies the kiss, I give in and let his tongue enter my mouth. His right hand moves to my cheek and pushes into my hair. He tilts my head and I let him, making the kiss even more intense. His face hovers over mine and I let him take control. Our tongues engage in a fierce battle to see who will gain the upper hand. Noah pulls my body closer to his, and I feel his hard member against my stomach. Fuck. I didn”t think this kiss would turn him on so much. But, of course, it does, because it feels incredible.

I”ve been resisting the inevitable for so long, but there”s no point anymore. With this kiss he tears down my last walls and I give myself to him.

“What?” he whispers, running his thumb over my cheek.

“Nothing,” I say, smiling at him. “Everything”s fine.”

Our lips meet again. This time the kiss is more passionate. Noah”s tongue penetrates deep into my mouth and elicits a moan from me.

Suddenly his hands are on my thighs and he lifts me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips.

“Where are you going?” I ask between kisses as he carries me up the stairs.

“What does it look like?” is his simple reply.

Yes, what does it look like? His bedroom!

Before I can even think about whether we should really do this, he kisses me out of my head again. The top floor of his apartment passes me by like a movie until Noah opens a door and carries me to bed. The sun is setting and is so perfect in the sky that it shines a warm orange through the curtains of the large picture windows.

Noah sets me down in front of his huge bed and smiles at me.

We stare into each other”s eyes for a moment. Finally, I reach out and stroke his cheek. Over the shadow of his beard, his beautiful lips that can kiss so sinfully, and a small scar on his left temple that I”ve never noticed before.

“What happened there?” I ask, touching the scar carefully with my fingers.

“A little fight,” he answers. “With Logan.”

“You had a fight with your big brother?” I ask and he laughs and kisses my neck.

“Yes. Now let”s move on to more important things.”

Noah leans towards me again, but I shake my head.

“I think it”s important,” I counter and push him away.

Noah furrows his eyebrows and doesn”t seem to understand what I want from him. His mind is entirely fixated on sex.

“At the risk of you kicking me out,” I mutter, letting myself fall back onto the bed. “Tell me about it! Everything! The scar, other scars, your brothers.”

Noah opens his mouth and can”t believe it at first. I know he wants nothing more than to sleep with me right now. But damn it! This interests me so much more than sex.

“Okay,” he admits. “You”re killing me, Cara Catherine Corse. Wait a minute.”

I”m about to reply when he turns on his heel and disappears into an adjoining room. A few seconds later, he returns, clothes in hand.

“Here,” he offers me one of his jerseys. “The door on the right is my bathroom. Go in and change. It might be a little uncomfortable in your jeans.”

“You”re going to tell me?” I ask in astonishment, crawling off the bed.

“Sure,” he says. “If you want to know.”

Chuckling, I jump out of bed and disappear into the adjoining bathroom. It”s smaller than I expected. Gray tiles, dark gray furniture, and a huge round tub line it. The windows are floor-to-ceiling and covered with opaque pleated shades. I take off my jeans and shirt and place them on the edge of the tub. Then I slip into the jersey. It comes up to my knees. The Boston Foxes logo is emblazoned on my left chest. A big ‘B’ with the outline of a fox”s head around it. Without thinking about what I”m doing, I lift the fabric and hold it up to my nose. To my disappointment, it doesn”t smell like Noah, but like lavender detergent. But what do I expect from a fresh Jersey? I turn around once to look at my back. It says ‘N. McCarter – 10’ in big letters.

This day ended very differently than I had imagined. And now I”m lying in his bed, albeit in a completely vegetative state. Grinning, I look at myself again and tie up my hair on the way back to the bedroom.

Noah is sitting on his bed. His back is against the big headboard, and he”s looking down at his cell phone. I clear my throat to make myself heard.

“Here I am again.”

He has swapped his gray t-shirt for a white one and his long sweatpants for shorts.

“Sexy,” he comments on my outfit and heat rises in my cheeks. Compliments like that don”t exactly make me not want to sleep with him. Especially when he”s sitting there looking so damn sexy.

“You look sexy too,” I reply.

“So,” he changes the subject to my surprise and puts down his smartphone.

“What do you want to know?”

“Hm,” I say, trying to figure out where to start. “Let”s start with the scar.”

Noah sighs and touches the spot where it is.

“Logan and I had a fight. He”s five years older than us. He was eleven and I was six. Alex and I were teasing him and he picked up one of our toy cars and threw it at me. It hit me here,” he taps the scarred tissue above his left eyebrow, “and I got this scar”.

“Couldn”t he have defended himself any other way?”

“Of course he could,” he says, laughing. “But this was the most efficient from a seven-year-old”s point of view. He always had to stand up to two little brothers. Alex and I always stuck together.”

“Against Logan?” I guess, and Noah laughs.

“Against Logan, yeah,” he agrees. “Alex and I were and are a unit.”

“I see,” I mutter. “So how did Alex manage to find a girlfriend - without you?”

“I wasn”t allowed to sit next to him anymore and Daisy was put there,” he answers with a laugh.

“Did you like her?” I ask.

“Daisy?”

I nod.

“Sure,” he says. “I still like her. We”re all the same age, and we still get together when we”re in Nashville. We”re friends.”

“That”s nice,” I say. “That you”re still connected.”

“I think so too,” he says, smiling at me. “It”s our home, and sometimes it”s good to get away from the stress of Boston.”

“Why are you going to Nashville this time?” I want to know.

“It”s our mother”s birthday and it”s the Fall Fair.”

“The Fall Fair?” I ask curiously, because I”ve never heard of it.

“You really don”t know anything about it, do you?” Noah replies amused.

“No,” I say, biting my lip. “I”m from Boston and I”ve only lived in big cities. What do you do there?”

“During the day it”s a market where local farmers sell their goods, there”s food and drink. Of course, there are a lot of carnies and live bands. We try to go every year. And the Fall Fair is always held around our mother”s birthday.”

“That”s the official reason, of course,” I tease him.

“Absolutely!” Noah laughs too. “Every year we get drunk on our mom”s birthday because there”s a big party at the Fall Fair the night before. Once Alex came straight from the fair to the birthday breakfast.”

“Oh God!” I exclaim. “And what did your mom say?”

“She was mad, but she laughed it off,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “What else could she have done?”

“Right,” I think, wondering if something like that has ever happened to me, but quickly deciding that it hasn”t. My friends all come from families where such celebrations are avoided, and family birthdays are always a highly official social event, so you can”t afford to do that.

Noah”s stories sound fun. It must have been great to have such a liberated childhood.

“Okay, go on,” I urge him. “What about your tattoo?” He holds out his wrist and I nod.

“‘A’ for Alex and ‘L’ for Logan,” he explains. “And I like the crown.”

“Very nice,” I say, reaching out to trace the lines with my fingers. The tattoo is not new, it has run a bit, but it is still beautifully drawn and you can see how much it means to him. How much his brothers mean to him.

Noah looks at me and leans over. He reaches for my hand and plants a kiss on the inside of my wrist. Goose bumps form on my body, and I look at him with big eyes. Noah doesn”t even think about leaving it at that one kiss, but continues to kiss his way up my forearm. Finally, he lifts his head and looks at me.

My heart pounds in my chest as he leans forward.

“What are you doing?” I want to know in a hushed voice.

“What does it look like?” he replies playfully. “I have to convince you that there are better things to do than chat.”

“Like what?” I ask, moving toward him. Noah meets my gaze and overcomes the last few inches between us to place his lips on mine. He kisses me softly. His lips explore mine. Sighing, I surrender to him, placing my hand on the back of his neck and kissing him back. Our tongues greet each other. Noah pulls me astride his lap. My core touches his hardness and we both moan.

Noah”s hands run down my back to my butt, which he gently squeezes and kneads. I know he”s about to pull up my shirt to touch my bare skin. I moan at the mere thought of him touching me further. The desire to feel his lips all over my body grows. I rub my pelvis against his, feeling his hardness beneath me. I want to pull his hard dick out of his pants and just push my panties aside to give us both some relief. Spurred on by my own thoughts, I slide my hands down his chest to my stomach and the hem of his t-shirt. Without breaking the kiss and asking permission, I let them slide underneath. His steel-hard abs welcome me. Noah moans as I trace the ridges of his six-pack with my fingernails. His dick rubs against my intimacy, covered only by the delicate fabric of my underwear.

“Noah,” I whisper, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “May I?”

“Yes,” he whispers, helping me and throwing it on the floor next to us. I look at his muscular chest and run my fingers over it. He looks so good. Why not extend our friendship with this small but nice thing? Good sex never hurt anybody. Why shouldn”t ‘friends with benefits’ work for us?

Noah pulls me closer and places his lips on mine. I kiss him back, put my hands on the back of his neck and slide my tongue into his mouth. We both moan as my center slides over his and now it”s Noah who lifts the jersey and pulls it over my head. It lands on the floor next to his and he looks at me. My breasts are in a see-through bralette that gives a perfect view of my hard nipples. Noah”s lips explore my neck. He sucks the thin skin over my pulse into his mouth and releases it. This is going to be a hickey for sure.

“I want you,” he moans, pulling me closer. His kisses move over my shoulders to my breasts. His hands on my back keep circling the clasp of my bra. “Do you want me too?”

“Yes,” I whisper, smiling at him.

Noah turns us over so I”m underneath him. He slides between my legs, and his lips find mine again. From there he works his way down my neck to my breasts. He gently licks my nipples with his tongue. The thin fabric of the bralette becomes damp from his saliva and sticks to my heated skin.

“Noah,” I gasp, lifting my pelvis.

He laughs against my stomach, giving me goosebumps. Noah looks up at me and straightens up to place his lips on mine. He places his hands next to my head and lowers his pelvis against mine. He warms me even more with circular movements. It feels incredibly good.

My fingers make their way over his chest and stomach to the hem of his shorts again. I gently slide my hand inside and he moans against my mouth as my fingers touch his hot shaft.

“God!” he gasps, moving his pelvis back and forth.

I grab his penis and move my hand up and down. Again and again, I let it slide over his heated sex, right up to his glans.

“Cara!” His hand reaches for mine and stops me. I look at him with a grin. My hand is still gripping his dick and although he holds me tight, he gives me enough room to continue stroking it. Finally, he pulls my hand out of his pants and places it next to my body.

“Leave it,” he whispers. “Please.”

“Why?” I ask. “Do you usually get off fast?”

Noah”s eyebrows shoot up, and I laugh in amusement. That”s definitely a yes.

“You”re driving me crazy,” he whispers, kissing my neck, breasts and stomach again. When he reaches my panties, he spreads my legs wide and pushes his broad shoulders between them. The soft kisses on the inside of my thighs almost make me jump.

“Noah, please,” I gasp as his hot breath hits my sensitive center.

“You”re so perfect,” he whispers before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulling them down. I moan loudly as he presses his mouth to my center.

“Noah,” I moan, lifting my pelvis to meet him. He separates my labia with his tongue and penetrates me with his finger. My moans light up the bedroom, and I come to him. The tip of his tongue circles my most sensitive spot again and again, making me claw my fingers into the blanket beneath me. My pelvis jerks up, but Noah pushes it down with ease.

“God, yes!” I scream as he adds a second finger. It doesn”t take long for me to reach my first climax.

Incredible feelings of happiness rush through my body and I close my eyes contentedly. Noah pulls away from me and I only just notice that he takes off his shorts and boxers and pulls me against him by my knees. My eyes fall on his hard dick sticking out between our bodies. I look at it and my fingertips dance over his hip bones.

“You”re so hot,” I whisper to him.

Noah bends over me to open the drawer of his nightstand. He pulls out a condom. I smile at him and he smiles back. My heart races as he takes the condom out of the wrapper and slips it over his hard length. Excited, I bite my lip as he leans over me and positions his dick at my entrance, only to penetrate me the next moment.

“Noah,” I gasp as he stretches me. My fingers dig into the hard muscles of his shoulders. He penetrates me inch by inch.

“Oh God!” It feels incredible to feel him inside me. My eyelids flutter slightly as he is completely inside me.

“Are you okay?” he asks and I nod.

I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck as he leans into me.

His lips find mine again, and he gives me a passionate kiss before moving inside me.