39 | Together
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Getting back to the hotel room without touching each other proves harder than I thought it would be.
I guessed that maybe once the remaining alcohol filtered out my system the urge to run my fingers through Nolan's hair, pull him as close as possible, would disappear. If anything, it's gotten worse.
Being his girlfriend has put me on cloud nine, and somehow made him even hotter.
I scan the side of his jaw as he drives, hand clenched on the steering wheel like any sudden move could have him crashing towards me.
When we get to the lobby his large arm around my shoulder spreads goosebumps down my neck.
I take in his warmth, his scent, every glance he makes in my direction.
There are no words as we stand in the elevator. Gentle silence fills the space, his fingers brushing my shoulder the only communication I need. I watch the red number flicker up on its digital screen, tension so big it feels like it could snap at any second.
Nolan doesn't fumble with the keycard, getting us into the room as quickly as possible. I follow him in, reaching to take my hair down from its up-do. It falls down by my shoulders swiftly and I catch it in the mirror above the dresser, darker in the hazy lights.
Nolan pauses at the sight, taking it in with no shame whatsoever. He's always liked my hair. There's a bottle of water in his hands from the mini fridge, probably for me, but his actions have come to a standstill.
"Thanks," I murmur, gently teasing as I take it from him, "I'm thirsty."
He nods, but something is still buffering, failing to process anything other than me.
His gaze makes me feel pretty, actually desired.
I hadn't even realised that looking in the mirror didn't make me recoil, I liked the way my hair fell naturally.
Maybe all his praise and complements are rubbing off on me.
I sip the water purposefully slowly, making sure he can see the way I swallow it down my throat. When I'm done I place it back in his hands, tilting my head to question his silence.
"What?"
His jaw clenches, "Strip."
The command is so direct it goes right between my thighs. I can feel my eyes widen, the energy in the room shifting into his little power play.
Nolan just walks closer, "I might pass out if I'm not touching you in the next two minutes, so please, pretty girl, do me a favour and take off that dress."
Defiance sparks in my head, immediately battling with incessant need. I don't know whether to be difficult or just give him what he wants. I mean, he did say please.
I'm still quiet but Nolan can read my expression well, every decision I'm making internally.
"You want to be pinned up against that wall while I bury myself in your pussy, Ava?" He asks, intentionally descriptive to break me. "You want me to heal that ache already throbbing between your legs?"
I nod without thinking, thoughts suddenly static noise.
"Then you know what to do, baby."
His eyes flicker shades darker as my hand finds the ends of the red fabric, teasingly perfect.
He's the only one watching me but it feels like an entire crowd.
My cheeks are flushed with heat, pussy getting wetter by the second.
When I slip the entire thing off, time stops for a second.
I'm left in a black lace bra and small, dainty panties I may or may not have brought on purpose.
It's so revealing but also feels like raw need.
"Fuck," Nolan growls under his breath, scanning every inch of me. I catch the bulge now very evident in his suit and it sends my body even further into overdrive.
There's something about him standing there, still fully clothed in that handsome outfit with ruffled hair, watching me, that makes me needier than ever. A small, impatient noise slips from my lips without me even realising.
"Oh, you want me to touch you like I promised?" He hums, finally bridging the gap that is far, far too wide.
"Please," I mutter, letting him guide my hips back until I hit the wall. His lips collide with my neck, sucking on those sweet spots he never seems to leave alone.
It feels mind-blowingly good but for some reason my head blurs with my unattended pussy.
It's leaking more than usual, practically begging for Nolan to touch it.
His whole undressing stunt has really turned me on.
I'm two seconds away from slipping my own hand down there to solve the problem.
When my wrist even threatens to move Nolan catches it, pinning it up behind me in an iron grip, "Patience, pretty girl."
"I'm not patient," I manage to say in a breathy voice as I make a dive for his lips. He just about avoids it, letting my tongue graze his skin. His eyes watch the movement with hungry fire.
"I can see that," He says, "I'm going to take care of you, I promise."
He drops down onto his knees half a second later, fingers gripping the sides of my panties with reverent touch.
The soft contact makes me come out with another almost-moan, then a sharp inhale as he drags the fabric down, baring every inch of the mess I've made down there.
I think I even hear him mutter another fuck.
I drop my head down to watch him, thoughts already far away without a single speck of real contact.
He looks so perfect, hungry eyes level with my pussy as he gives one more lick of his lips.
Then he places the lightest open-mouthed kiss to my clit, sending a spark of pleasure through my body.
He waits a second, then does it again, sucking the sensitive bud between his lips like he can't get enough.
I almost lurch forward but he catches me, dragging one leg lazily across his shoulder as he continues swirling his tongue around my sensitive nerves.
The bliss is so instant I feel like I'm floating, every little flick and suck forcing gentle noises out of me.
I can almost hear the obscene noises we're making but I'm too far away already, head in the stars.
His tongue moves from my clit to the rest of me, dragging a teasing line up and down my slit as I practically leak onto his tongue. My thigh stays stabilised on his shoulder but almost trembles, my chest tightening in the best way possible.
"You taste incredible," Nolan hums, hot breath upping the sensation.
When he strokes his tongue again it breaches the barrier, pushing inside me and fucking me with burning intention. I let him devour me, flick in and out until my vision blurs at the edges. My head lolls downwards, giving me a view of him eating me out like the most starved man on earth.
I moan properly, less breathy, which makes him groan right into my pussy. My fingers thread into his hair as I tremble, letting pleasure climb faster and faster. I don't think I'll last much longer, not if he keeps devouring me like this.
When two fingers slip inside, matching the same pace his tongue has started lapping at my clit with, everything goes white hot, coil in my belly about to explode.
I try and hold on, try and grasp onto his hair for stability, but I know what's about to hit me.
His lips close around my nerves one final time, timed with a thrust straight into my wet core, and a silent whine rips out of me.
My mouth falls open, my back leans down off the wall.
The room spins, my brain sent to that euphoric fuzzy space where pleasure consumes me whole.
My thighs twitch, clasping tightly around Nolan's head as I feel a gush between them.
The orgasm is over as quickly as it crashed into me, the peak subsiding into molten bliss.
Nolan's tongue laps at the inside of my thighs, cleaning up some of the mess I've made. The glistening trail on his chin makes my body burn all over again. The eager look on his face and my still pulsing pussy tells me we're not done yet.
"You did so well for me," He hums in praise, now pressing softer kisses on the outside of my legs, "So perfect coming on my tongue like that."
He rises gently, finger beneath my chin as he watches my every move.
I'm still a bit speechless but fuck I've never felt better.
When I kiss him I taste myself so present on his tongue, mixing with our saliva as we make out, messily.
Our tongues battle for dominance, twist against each other with desperate attention.
I'm so engrossed in the kiss I don't realise Nolan reach a hand round and unclasp my bra until it's fallen on the floor.
My nipples stiffen immediately, then even more when his finger massages across one of the peaks, the sensitivity letting him force my mouth open even wider with his tongue.
The touch is everywhere all at once, all trailing down to my still soaking core.
I want him inside me, properly, making me come all over again.
"Your turn," I hum, the first coherent thing I've said in minutes.
Nolan tilts his head like a puppy, "Hm?"
"Strip for me, idiot. I deserve a show too, don't I?" I say with a tiny shove, giving him space to take off that suit, "You wouldn't want to make your girlfriend unhappy..."
The word girlfriend makes his jaw clench harder, a raw laugh coming from his throat that sounds more like a repression of a groan. He tries to close the gap but I put out a hand, making him pause.
"No. No touching until you're naked too."
He bites down into his lip, hard, before retreating backwards again, "As you wish."
First off is the jacket, displaying those perfect arms shaped against the fabric of his shirt.
My eyes drift down across the faint outline of his abs, brain able to recreate them in my head.
Then that comes off too, nothing left to imagination.
Olive skin, dark tattoos, the top of his pelvis.
I watch as mesmerised as he watched me, face reduced to silent awe.
When he pulls down his pants my hands push against the wall.
The bulge in his boxers is pressing so hard I can't look away.
It's incessant, big and begging to be touched.
My mind flickers with times it's been in my hand, my mouth, inside me.
My pussy throbs at the sight, fog clouding my brain entirely.
He pauses at the waistband of his boxers, eyes meeting mine.
"Come here."
I frown, still captivated, "You're not done."
"I know," He says, "Come here."
I stay still for a moment but everything in my body is screaming for me to head towards him so I eventually do, cautiously as he eyes my every mood.
Heat swirls in the air, closing in as I get close to his chest, his still kiss-swollen lips.
They still seem bare to me, I weirdly miss the metal tang that usually comes with kissing him.
When I'm close and he still doesn't move I narrow my gaze, "If you're going to make me do this then you've totally broken the rules..."
He shakes his head, "No." Then his hands are shoving down the boxers, dick springing hard and free.
The flushed tip brushes up against my stomach and it might be the hottest thing I've ever seen.
My gaze is angled down, studying every inch of his perfect length.
"I'm not going to make you do it but..."
Then, before I can comprehend what's happening, Nolan flips me around entirely.
I land bent over the dresser, my reflection faint in my peripheral vision as my body adjusts to the sudden position.
My hands attempt to steady myself but almost buckle when he uses his knee to part my thighs wider.
I'm spread open for him, pussy gaping and ass arched high.
"I knew I wouldn't be able to handle not being inside you the second my dick was free," He grunts, finishing the sentence. I hear him sliding on a condom for the quickest second.
I try to say something, anything but there are no words.
I give up entirely when I feel the tip nudged against my entrance, about to push inside me.
Nolan gives me a second to adjust, to steady myself on the dresser, but the second I instinctively arch back to meet him he thrusts forward, filling me to the hilt.
A pathetic noise somewhere close to a moan leaves my lips.
I feel so fucking full, my senses blinded by his cock throbbing against my walls.
He eases out, then back in with punishing force, forcing me to feel every ridge.
The thrusts push me into the dresser, make my pussy clench harder around him.
I lift my head enough to catch myself in the mirror, messy hair spilling over my face, eyes half-lidded and lips permanently parted.
Nolan drills into me from behind, pushing his cock deeper and deeper with every movement.
The pleasure is unbearable and watching it like this only makes it better.
I try to focus on his face, the groans coming out of him as he rests a possessive hand on my hip.
It only makes him drive at a deeper, more controlled angle.
"Say it again," He murmurs, words half-broken, "That you're my girlfriend."
My pussy is still leaking, squeezing around every inch of Nolan. It makes my brain so hazy it takes me a minute to understand what he's saying to me. When I can only reply with a sob he slows, taking all the friction with him.
"Don't stop, fuck, please..." I garble out, already ruined.
"I know how badly you need this, baby," He murmurs back, "I just need to hear you say it whilst I'm fucking you. I need to hear that you're mine."
I am his. It's not complicated anymore, or hidden behind bad actions, it's something I want to admit.
"I'm yours, Nolan. I'm your girlfriend."
He groans, rewarding me by upping his pace again. It somehow feels deeper, his cock pounding into my pussy until I see stars. I try to keep watching myself in the mirror but my head slips, pleasure overtaking me.
"Again."
"I- I'm your girlfriend."
As I say the word he bottoms out, holding it for long enough that my pussy clenches noticeably around him. My moan muffles into the dresser as I press my head down into it. He mutters something under his breath, then keeps with the same dizzying rhythm.
"Watch yourself," He says suddenly, bringing a hand up to my chin as best he can, "Watch how fucking pretty you are."
It's just enough for me to reach my own reflection in the mirror again, make out my dishevelled appearance and the feral man railing me.
"Tell me you're perfect, and pretty," He commands, one hand still dragging me back steadily into the length of him.
The words get stuck in my throat, caught between every punishing thrust hitting that spot inside of me. I watch myself, out of control as I'm pushed forward again and again. My pussy is fluttering now, getting closer to spilling over.
"I'm perfect...and pretty..." I push out, the words a dazed blur.
"Yes," He groans in approval, "You are."
The praise shoots through me and suddenly my nerves have spiralled out of control. His next thrust is more sensitive, hitting me so hard my words tumble out.
"Oh god, Nolan, I can't..."
"You're gonna come, baby?" He murmurs.
I nod, helplessly, verging on the cliff of a shattering release.
"You can let go, but I need you to watch. So you know how beautiful you are like this, so wrecked for me."
My eyes meet his in the mirror, the best I can do.
No more verbal responses seem to come out.
He gets it, finger leaving my chin and diving down to find my clit.
The stimulation is instant and makes it harder to keep my head up, but I do.
I watch every noise leave my mouth, every strong thrust of Nolan's cock, until I can't hold on.
I come insanely hard, gasping as release shatters through me in rippling waves.
Everything burns white hot, searing as my hands clutch onto the dresser for dear life.
My thighs twitch, ass pushes back harder into Nolan, pussy flutters in overstimulation.
I haven't even made it through half the aftershocks when Nolan follows, coming inside me.
His grunt of pleasure echoes in my ears, blending into the air as we both come undone, chests heaving, limbs still tangled together. It takes a minute for the world to feel like it's not spinning but when it does, I'm happier than I've ever been.
Nolan eases out of me before I can say a word, twisting me around gently and checking my face once over, "You okay? You want me to run you a bath?"
"Yeah," I nod, too out of it to say much else. He's got this soft look in his eyes, more admiration than I've ever seen him have. I wonder if I have the same.
He places a kiss on my forehead before everything fades into a bit of a blur.
Water runs warm into the bath, Nolan whispers things in my ears while we wait, smooths his hands down my back.
Then, he guides me in, letting my body dip into the water.
His eyes trace my goosebumps and stiffening nipples.
I blink up at him, he's still naked and watching me like I'm so fragile I might break.
"Join me," I murmur as he stands there.
"You sure?"
I nod and he doesn't even hesitate, slipping in behind me so I can rest in his lap with my back against his front. His warm hands begin to massage my shoulders, release the knots of tension slowly as my body melts away. I feel so safe under his touch, like this is where I've always meant to be.
"You're so beautiful, Ava, I mean it," He murmurs beside my ear, low and satisfied.
"How many times have you said that today?"
"Not enough," He replies, so honest it makes my stomach turn.
I lean back further into his chest, letting him place an open mouth kiss on my neck.
It's different to all the desperate battling of tongues we usually do, more of a soft promise, like it's saying I've got you.
I can barely believe my life sucks outside of this, not when he's here acting like everything will be okay.
"I think I like being your girlfriend," I say, quietly.
"I think I like you being my girlfriend."
My head tries to grasp at the thoughts of me bent over that dresser, the imprint of us together in that mirror. The contrast between that and now, naked in the most gentle sense, skin to skin in warm water. I let a thought I've had for a while float to the surface.
"I think I should go on birth control."
Nolan's hand, now massaging just beneath my breasts, stops. I wonder what he's thinking, whether I'd even be able to read his face if I could see it.
"Is that what you want?" He asks quietly, giving me space for it to be my decision.
"I haven't taken it in years, it'll be weird to get used to again...but yes, I want to."
The brush of his head nodding hits my shoulder, his hands resume their tender path, albeit, gentler, like he's in thought, "Then you should do it."
A small laugh spills out of me, "You know most men would be ecstatic right now? I get you're trying to be all gentlemanly but no more condoms, that's...a change."
He shrugs, "I don't want to pressure you."
I tilt my head back as best I can, leaning down into the crook of his neck until I can see his jaw and the faint picture of some other facial features, "You're serious?"
He eyes me for a second before ghosting a bite across my ear, then whispers into it, "Okay, yes, I'm really trying not to think about coming inside you but you're making it pretty fucking difficult."
The raw admittance in his voice churns my stomach and my cheeks blush pinker.
"We can't talk about this or I'll be tempted to fuck you in this bath right now," He says, way too gently for the subject matter, "Of course I'm happy."
Happy. We are happy, right now at least.
Water swirls between us, a comfortable silence growing for a moment. His soft fingers now tracing my stomach is the only sense I can feel. My mind drifts away from our safety for a second.
"We have to tell her now, don't we?"
Her. Riley.
The thing keeping us apart.
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