Chapter 27 Noah
Noah
I must be a sadist.
Or mentally unstable.
Whatever the case may be, I clearly love getting my heart torn apart by this man. Because, the feelings I got when I saw him walking up to my bar tonight definitely weren’t healthy.
He fucking followed me. Like a deranged lunatic in a psycho movie. And I’m so completely turned on by it, that it has me questioning everything about myself.
I walk out the back door of the restaurant to the small caged area that separates the bar from the parking lot.
Other than late-night runs to toss empty liquor and wine bottles or dump the garbage into the big dumpsters, there’s really no reason for anyone to come out here.
Which is why bringing him out here is perfect.
As soon as I spot Brad walking through the back parking lot, I slip my hand around his arm, tugging him into the caged area and out of view of the security cameras.
“Fuck, Noah,” Brad winces as I push him against the brick wall.
“Oh, you big baby. Did I hurt you?” I smirk, digging my fingers in his sides.
He immediately buries his fingers into the hair at the back of my nape, turning us around so I’m pressed on the wall instead. Pulling my hair, I gasp at the pressure and tension filling inside of me.
This. I missed this.
“I tell you to touch me?” He grits out. His eyes bore into my skin, making my whole body light up. I position my hands behind my back and shake my head.
“No, sir,” I gasp. My words come out more breathless than I planned on.
I swallow deeply. Is this really happening? I don’t want to mess it up.
God, I want this so badly.
His eyes flutter shut, like I just broke down the one pillar that was keeping him together.
Maybe I did.
His hands loosen their tug on my hair as he rests his forehead on my lips. The smell of him filling my nose and sending my heart haywire. I pucker my lips and take my time leaving a kiss on his soft skin.
“Noah,” he says my name like it’s his favorite song.
My fingers twitch desperately behind me. “Can I touch you, please?”
Ignoring my question, he lifts his head, eyes fixated on my lips. “Why’d you get rid of your piercings?” He pinches my bottom lip between his thumb and pointer finger, where my piercing used to be.
When I left for Hawaii, I just wanted a little change. Plus, biting on it reminded me too much of him. Every tug, every lick. I needed it off if I was ever going to stand a chance of getting over what happened between us.
His thumb passes softly over my bottom lip.
“Who said I got rid of all of them?” I ask before slipping my tongue out between my lips. Making sure my tongue piercing is on full display, I make a show out of twirling my tongue around his thumb sucking it into my mouth gently.
His eyes roll back as a groan escapes his lips. Steadying himself, he wraps his other hand around the back of my neck. Watching his thumb entering and exiting from my mouth, he looks like he’s in a trance. And hell, it’s putting me in one too.
My dick is throbbing in my pants so much, pressed against the fabric to an extent I never thought was possible.
“Jesus, fuck!” Brad moans, taking his hand back, hitting the wall firmly with his fist. He drops his head to my shoulder, small pants coming out of him like he needs a moment to regain himself. “I can’t keep myself away from you,” he pants, chest heaving.
I know what he means. “So don’t.”
He chuckles softly, lifting his head. “You’re never worried about the consequences of your actions, are you?”
“Rather live with mistakes than die with regrets, I guess,” I say softly.
His face leans in close. I feel his lips brush against mine, making me shiver. My eyes flutter shut, zoning only into the feeling of the soft passes of his beard against my skin.
“Living like that sounds nice,” Brad says quietly. His hands find their way to my chest, trailing down slowly, making sure to feel every inch of my torso.
I can hear it on his tongue. I can feel it in the way he’s touching me. He missed me, too. He feels guilty for wanting this. For wanting me. That’s why he’s been pushing me away. It’s not because he doesn’t want me anymore…it’s because he still does.
“I mean it, Brad.” I open my eyes. “You need someone to blame? Blame me.” I grab ahold of his belt loops of his jeans and pull his waist against mine.
“Noah, I—” he stammers, pushing against the wall, away from me.
“What happened to you, huh?” I stop pulling him and, instead, shove him in the chest. “You used to be fun.” I push him again, making him stumble back.
I see his jaw clench, his fists tighten at his sides. Anyone else would think he was angry. But me? No. I know this is what he looks like when he’s hungry.
“Knock it off,” he repeats, stepping forward.
“Knock what off? Oh, this?” I nudged him again. I’m pretty sure we’re in line with the camera above us now but I don’t care. I can’t care about anything when he’s here, giving me all of his attention. My body is vibrating. I feel like I’ve downed a million Red bulls or something.
But, time is ticking and as much as I hate to remind myself of this fact, someone is going to come looking for me soon. And I hope I’ll get to feel some part of his body before they do.
For a last minute attempt at provoking him just enough for him to cave, I do something that I remember always worked on him.
“You know what?” I stop moving, looking him up and down before shaking my head. “Fuck it. Go home, back to your perfect little life with your perfect fiancée and perfect baby—”
All of a sudden, his beautiful, forceful lips are encompassing mine, and I melt.
My legs are unsteady as he guides me until my back hits the wall, once again.
Our desperate hands roam each other’s bodies. I can’t get enough of him, and he clearly feels the same, the way his fingers immediately slide under my shirt. They’re firm, gripping me with that familiar tension that makes my heart race.
As though he’s been waiting forever for it, he slips his tongue into my mouth, holding my jaw steady with his hand. I tilt my head to give him more access but this only prompts him to lick up the column of my neck.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, squeezing his hips in my hands.
I pull his waist towards mine, happily surprised at his submission.
He steps between my legs until we’re both grinding against each other perfectly.
Bucking his hips against mine, I can feel that glorious cock of his, pressing against my thigh with every thrust. The need to see it is overwhelming.
If I had only known the last time was the last time…
His hand tightens around my neck, making my stomach clench. I can’t handle this. I haven’t been touched this way in forever. Since him, truthfully. Nothing would ever be able to compare, so why would I even attempt to try?
“You touch me so f-fucking well,” I say in a breathless, needy voice. “Nothing has ever felt so good,” I whimper, leaning into his grasp. I don’t mean to confess that. It slips out before I have a chance to recollect it.
A pained, deep grumble sounds from his chest. He presses his mouth against mine, like he’s trying to tell me the same thing. I can feel it. Maybe he can’t say it, but I know it's there. Before I know it, his fingers angrily rush to undue the zipper of my jeans.
Now, maybe it was the way his knuckles brushed against my shaft or the way his tongue licked my lip before diving into another kiss. Whatever it was, it made me tumble off the edge before my dick touched the night air.
“Oh, shit shit shit!” I groan, holding onto his shoulder. We both look down and watch the wetness spread and seep through to the outside of my grey boxers.
“So fucking beautiful,” Brad mutters, staring at the mess. His hand grips the outline of my shaft, making my hips jerk through the aftershock. He slowly glides his hand back and forth, prolonging the blissful feeling.
All of a sudden, the back door of the bar opens, revealing Johnny, my co-worker. I quickly turn away, Brad stepping in close to me, like a protective shield.
“Noah, you out here?” Johnny asks, looking around.
“Yeah, right here. Just finishing—” dammit, poor choice of words— "I’ll be right in!”
“Oh, shit,” Johnny gasps, his eyes flicking between my awkward shuffling and Brad’s stance behind me. “Uh… okay. I’ll see you inside,” he mutters before quickly shutting the door.
“Shit.” Brad falters, stepping back.
I connect my eyes with his, worried I’ll see a guilt stricken face, but thankfully I only see his eyes fixated on my wet crotch.
“Ahh, shit.” I smile, leaning my head on the wall. “Yeah. I’m a mess.”
I have at least two hours of my shift left. This will be an uncomfortable night.
Worth it though. So fucking worth it.
“Give them to me,” Brad rushes out. “I can take them home. Do laundry.”
“Clean the mess you made?” The corner of my mouth quirks up. I’m not sure why but the thought of Brad doing my laundry is turning me on all over again.
“Yeah. Hurry, take them off,” he insists.
I do what he says, quickly dropping my pants and giving myself a quick wipe. His eyes do not tear away from my naked half as I do the undressing but I honestly love it. I want him to stare.
“Just do me a favor?” I ask, pulling up my pants before dropping my balled up boxers in his hand.
“What?”
“Dirty them up before you wash them. For me.” I wink, swinging open the back door and stepping through, leaving him without another word.
I just hope I gave him enough of myself tonight to make him come back for more.