Chapter 16 Noah
Noah
“Oh, God,” I cry out, holding onto the trucks doorframe for dear life.
One second he’s beside me, telling me exactly what I want to hear — the next second he has me spread open in the passenger seat, bottom bare to the back roads as he fucks my ass.
“Shit.” Pressure builds as my whole body tenses. “I can’t hold on. I—” I hurriedly reach for my dick, desperate for relief.
“Yes, you can,” he urges, moving my hand back to the doorframe.
I moan loudly, fingers threatening to break as I hold on tight. Lewd slapping sounds are all I can hear as his thighs vibrate off the backs of mine.
I gasp for air as my eyes flutter shut. He tilts his hips, cock brushing that spot he now knows too well.
It’s taking everything in me to hold off my orgasm. I bite my forearm to stifle groans climbing their way up my throat.
"Aw, look how hard you're trying to be good." He speeds up, fucking me even harder. I hate losing, but as I look down at where we're connected, and I see his hard cock entering and exiting my body, I realize I've already lost.
"C-can't—" The words barely leave my lips before I'm seeing stars. I feel Brad hurriedly move my shirt up to my neck, as soon as my release shoots out on to my skin. "Oh fuckkk," I gasp. My dick twitches with every stroke, as he thrusts inside of me, pumping me dry.
“Fffffuck, Noah,” he mutters, as he comes undone.
In one swift motion, he snaps his condom off his cock and releases himself all over my hole.
I watch in total awe, as his stomach muscles clench, completely unable to hold himself back as he jerks himself through.
His cum is warm and wet, dripping down my crease and onto the dirt road.
My balls tighten again at the sheer filth of it all.
In an instant, his tongue is back on me, like he can’t stop himself. All my nerves continue to light up as I feel him lick up my stomach and my chest gripping onto me as he does it. I notice how he stays away from my ass, making sure to leave me dirty and used.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, sliding my pants back up my thighs. Leaning over me, grounding me by the weight of his body, he slides his hands up and down my sides, massaging my ribcage.
“Mmm, yes,” I mumble. I can barely move. Barely fucking answer after being absolutely used like a fucking toy. I loved it. Replaying it in my head, I look down to see myself stiffening again.
“Good.” He leans over me, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “You’re stuck with me now, trouble.”
I’m counting on it.
“We better go.” Brad kisses my cheek before getting up. He does up his jeans before grabbing my hand to help me sit up.
I tuck my dick into the upright position and fasten it by the waistband of my pants. Climbing back into the truck, I sit down on my seat. Cold and wetness greets me immediately as I sit down, reminding me what just happened.
“I’m a mess.” I smile softly, clicking in my seat belt. My eyes feel heavy as I lean against his arm.
“I’ll clean you up when we get back to my place.” He winks, slipping his hand between my legs and squeezing my thigh. I tilt my head up and feel his lips press against mine. The connection gives me a second wind.
I take my time, devouring his mouth. I love where his lips just were.
How much he loves my ass and licking me clean.
It's like he can't get enough. I cannot wait for the chance that I’ll get to explore his body in the same way.
My imagination fills my mind even after we break apart.
He starts up the ignition, drives back onto the road, and not before long, my eyes shut softly.
***
Somewhere between his kisses and the hum of the engine, I must have drifted off...
“Noah,” his soft voice echoes through my mind. “Baby.”
My eyes begin to open and I realize I’m still in the truck. I’m wrapped around his arm like a Koala. Holy shit, I’m never living that down.
“Mmm, don’t tell me we’re there already.” I blink slowly, looking around. It’s not my mom's street. Instead, we’re a block over. Hidden on the edge of a cul-de-sac.
“No, I thought to wake you up before then. Steal a second alone with you,” he says quietly, running his free hand through my hair.
Goosebumps cover me as he leans in and presses his lips to my forehead.
My stomach flips.
Woah.
I’ve never been so…fully wrapped in someone like this before.
It feels fucking amazing.
“Yeah, thank you.” I nod, lifting my head. I won't waste another second. I immediately rush in, connecting my lips to his.
A soft laugh escapes his lips as he breaks us apart lightly. “As much as I love that. We’re a little too close to home.”
I sigh, looking around. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“I am…really excited about getting you back home tonight, though,” he breathes softly. “Sleeping with you in an actual bed.”
I look down at his used, puffy lips. “Yeah, me too.” And not just for the promised sex. What comes after it too.
This. Being close.
“You can stay as long as you want to, you know.” Brad’s eyes narrow, like he’s not sure he should say it out loud but he’s going for it anyways. His newfound bravery thrills me. I’m becoming more and more intrigued by the side of him that takes what he really wants. Consequences be damned.
“I know,” I answer.
His lips twitch as he tries and fails to hide his amusement.
“Trouble.” He shakes his head starting the truck back up.
I sit up in my seat, rubbing my palms on my thighs as I wait patiently as he turns onto my street.
“I’ll tell her I’ve got to leave tonight but Noah…I will be breaking up with her as soon as I can. I’ll sit her down tomorrow and do it.”
“Tomorrow is too soon. She’ll think—”
“Noah…” Brad looks at me. “Tomorrow,” he says again. Firmly this time.
I breathe out my nose and accept the plan.
As much as I’m worried she’ll blame me for the coming fallout, what’s the alternative, really?
Living this lie for a few more months? Having to watch them together while it’s killing me inside?
Or, even worse — waiting until she hurts him? Because she will.
No.
In and out. That’s all we need to do.
And I trust him. He’ll break it off with her when he knows it’s right. The sooner the better.
Easy.
Only, nothing is as easy as it seems.