30. Noah
Chapter 30
Noah
S ide by side, we collapsed on the couch. Mom had brought Tess over to the food pantry today to see how the chicken coop had turned out. Then we’d gone out to celebrate the successful weekend build. We headed for celebratory burgers at the Moose with Alice and Becca and their kids.
My little girl was off her schedule and fussy, so it took several rounds to get her to sleep in her crib, but we did it.
I needed a shower and eight hours of sleep, but when I was in such close proximity to the exhausted, beautiful woman next to me, I wanted something else so much more.
“Thank you,” Vic said, her voice raspy. “I’m amazed by how it all came together.” She sat up, her dark eyes shining. “Truly. You worked so hard.”
I let out a quiet laugh. “Of course. You’ve got me wrapped around your finger. You know that, don’t you? I’m in too deep now. And that means I’ll build you all the chicken coops you want.”
I leaned over, gently tickling her ribs. Which drove her crazy.
“Or a pigpen.”
“Or a goat barn.”
She writhed beneath me, and suddenly I felt a hell of a lot less exhausted.
“How do you feel about alpacas?”
She giggled as I pulled her into my lap.
“Or a greenhouse? Whatever you need, I’ll be there.”
I leaned down and kissed her softly.
“I really thought the Gagnons were gonna dunk on you Heberts,” she teased, wearing a big grin.
“But I got Jude,” I protested. He’d been quiet but frighteningly efficient.
She tilted her head and squinted at me, skeptical. “Jude’s great, but Adele showed up with heavy machinery on a trailer. That was pretty badass.”
Okay, fine. It really was. And she was my sister-in-law, so I supposed I had to tip my hat.
She took off my hat and ran her hands through my hair, lighting up every nerve ending in my body. “But then you brought Gus. Next-level.”
She mimed her mind exploding.
I nodded, proud of my oldest brother. “He’s talented.”
“The man set up chicken surveillance cameras. And put an app on my phone.” She shook her head. “I owe you.”
“You do not. I told you, whatever you need, I’ll be there to help. But.” I pulled her hips back so she was lying on the couch and pinned her beneath me. “I wouldn’t argue if you wanted to show me your appreciation.”
She kissed me deeply, running her hands down my back and squeezing my ass hard. “What did you have in mind, hotshot?”
I pressed my mouth to the column of her throat, enjoying the taste of her and the soft moan that escaped.
“Many, many things. Dirty things. Filthy things. A long list.” I toyed with the hem of her shorts as I bit her earlobe gently.
“Then we better get to work. You know I love a to-do list. What’s first?”
“First…” I pushed up onto my knees and drank her in. She was fucking gorgeous, spread out below me. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re begging for my cock.”
I inched her shorts down slowly, watching her face, relishing the way her eyes grew dark with lust.
“Then.” I lifted her hips and pulled the fabric off. Shorts tossed onto the floor, I spread her knees wide. “I’m going to bend you over my couch and fuck you senseless.”
I bent down, ghosting my lips over her pussy, teasing her as badly as I teased myself. Fuck, I was desperate to taste her.
“Yes please,” she breathed, grasping at the couch cushion.
Obediently, I lowered my head farther, taking a gentle taste and making her squirm. Rather than dive right in, I adjusted her so she sat upright with her legs spread wide. Then I kneeled in front of her, paying respect to my queen, and feasted.
I licked and sucked ravenously, savoring her taste and the electricity that arced through me when she tugged on my hair.
Sex with Vic was hot as fuck. And it was fun. We laughed and smiled the entire time. I was still getting to know her body, so every day felt like a glorious exploration.
“Noah,” she hissed. “You can stop. I’m warmed up.”
I scowled up at her. “No fucking way. You’re going to come on my tongue before you come on my cock.”
“But—”
I pushed her thighs wider, giving myself better access. I was going to make her regret even asking me to stop. Clearly, I had to teach her a valuable lesson: if she was in my bed, or my couch, in this instance, then she would come multiple times before I was through with her.
I eased my fingers inside her, enjoying her gasp, and got back to work.
Sure enough, moments later, she exploded on my tongue, riding my face and screaming my name. As she collapsed in a heap, her chest heaving, pride surged through me. We still hadn’t defined what we were doing, but my heart was galloping at full speed. There was no way to stop it. I was gone for her.
She peered up at me, her eyes hooded. “You mentioned something about bending me over the couch. Is that today, or…”
“Smart-ass.” I shot up and pulled her with me, then kissed her hard. “I was just giving you a moment to recover.”
“I don’t need a moment,” she panted. “I need your cock.” With that, she spun and bent over the arm of the couch, wiggling that perfect ass in the air.
The sight knocked the air from my lungs. My brain was screaming mine , and my cock surged.
On instinct, I spanked her.
With a gasp, she whipped her head around, eyes wide, peeking over her shoulder at me.
“Sorry,” I said, flexing my hands in hopes that I could gain some control over my caveman instincts. “Is that okay?”
She licked her lips. “It’s very okay.”
With a grunt, I spanked her again. This time on the other cheek. My hand stung from where I’d made contact.
I gripped my dick through my pants, needing a little relief, as I watched her creamy skin turn pink. Out of my mind with need but not ready to end the torture, I spread her ass cheeks wide and ran my fingers up her seam, collecting her arousal.
God damn . “You’re soaked. You really do want to get fucked, don’t you?”
With a whimper, she nodded against the couch. “Please.”
I couldn’t deny her any longer. I tore the condom wrapper with my teeth and sheathed myself quickly. Gripping her hips hard, I surged into her, desperate to be as close as I could get.
“Noah,” she cried as I bottomed out inside her. She arched her back, her neck elongating in a way that made me want to sink my teeth into it.
I was ravenous. Desperate for her. My movements erratic and wild. It took all my strength to cling to the few remaining threads of control I still had.
This woman had the ability to make me go full caveman without even trying. I couldn’t help myself. Every moment with her was incredible. Not just the fucking, but sleeping beside her, talking about anything, sitting on the floor side by side and playing with my daughter. She was everything I’d ever wanted, wrapped up in the sexiest, sweetest package.
“Harder,” she cried.
I trailed my fingers up her spine and wrapped her hair around my hand. When I gave it a little tug, her knees wobbled.
“Yes, Noah.”
Oh God, I’d never get used to how good that sounded.
Draping myself over her, I brought my lips to her ear. “You like it when I’m rough?”
“ Yes . Fuck yes. Be rough, hotshot. Take whatever you want.”
As if I could control myself after that.
I straightened and tugged her hair again. “Rub your clit.”
She gave me a saucy smile over her shoulder. “What if I say no?”
She really was trying to kill me.
Without letting go of her hair, I spanked her hard. “Then you get punished.”
Chest heaving, she snaked her hand down and brushed against where we were joined. The sensation made my vision blur.
Fuck . “That’s it. Rub that clit. I can feel you getting tighter.” I thrust harder, the violence of the action making the couch move a few inches. I didn’t give a shit. If we put a hole in the wall, I wouldn’t care. Not when I felt this incredible.
We fucked like that. I slammed into her, pulling her hair and slapping her ass occasionally. She pushed her ass back into me, still rubbing her clit and making the most provocative noises.
I released my hold on her ponytail and trailed my fingers down her ass crack. When I came to that ring of muscle, I pressed my thumb against it to add to the pressure.
Instantly, she screamed in pleasure and bucked wildly. Teeth gritted, I focused on holding back my release and riding it out with her, giving her everything I had while she came apart beneath me. Every pulse of her orgasm was perfect torture. I felt like a fucking king as I finally allowed myself to follow her over the edge, my own orgasm ripping through me and leaving me spent and breathless.