Chapter 33 Noah
Noah
Ruined.
The one word that comes to mind after that explosive orgasm. I don’t even feel real right now. I feel like an imaginary character in someone else's dream.
Brad wastes no time, cleaning me off with his tongue. Climbing up my body, he makes his way to my chest, lapping up every trace of me like he’s starving. All I can do is lay there and enjoy it as he explores every inch of my skin with his tongue and lips.
Needy and ready for more, he lifts my hips, helping me turn over onto my stomach.
Lying there dazed, I watch over my shoulder as he grabs one of my pillows and tucks it underneath my hips, hoisting my ass up further into the air.
He breathes out a curse as he takes in the view of my ruined ass on display. “There you are,” he says, smacking his hand down on my cheeks. I gasp, wiggling from the sting of his palm. “I’ve been dreaming about this sight for over a year,” he rasps, voice dripping in lust.
“Mmmm.” I shake my hips side to side slowly. I have no energy to respond. My body is totally free for him. I know it, he knows it. It’s what we are. It’s what we’ve always been.
There’s no more denying it. I’ve never wanted anything more than this right here.
His hand comes down again, this time smacking right over my hole. I wince, feeling myself clench.
His hand comes down again, smacking right over my hole. I wince, clenching hard.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Do that again,” he groans, delivering another sharp slap.
I squeeze my muscles as best I can, this time feeling his release spill and trail down my leg. He hurriedly buries his face against my sore ass, and the muffled contact pulls a choked sound from my chest as the pleasure tears through me.
I’m already thickening again, grinding helplessly against the soft pillow beneath me.
“You have no fucking idea how much I’ve wanted this.” He pushes his fingers back inside of me and I feel him stretch and scissor them to open me up once again.
My face buries into another pillow. The vulnerability of this whole scenario all of a sudden makes me feel too visible.
“No, don’t hide your pretty face from me.” He cups my chin, bringing my head back. With no warning at all, he hammers himself inside of me. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he growls. “I just…can’t—” He pushes in again, stealing all the air from my lungs. “help…myself.”
I finally gasp, feeling the weight of him mixed with the pressure of his dick inside of me. I push his hands away, scrambling to gain some control, but absolutely loving the way he doesn’t give it to me.
“What? You can’t handle it?” He slams in again, effectively cutting me off. “I thought you liked it.” He sits up, gripping my waist so hard, I’m sure it will leave bruises.
A broken sound escapes me as he continues to drill himself into me, leaving me no second to regain myself. My body is completely his in this moment as I cry out into my sheets.
Brad grabs for my wrists, pulling them behind me even more and pressing them down at the base of my back.
“You look so fucking good like this, baby,” he says breathlessly. He uses my wrists like I’m a fucking horse that he’s riding into the sunset.
He suddenly lets go to crowd over top of me, his chest on my back, his mouth near my ear as he sinks inside of me in short bursts of pressure.
“You like being owned?” He thrusts in.
I nod my head. “Yes, s-sir,” I murmur, feeling my dick throb against the pillow.
“Does it feel good, right—” He presses in deeper, and a sharp jolt sends a choked cough from me. “There?”
Only a garbled sound escapes me, as I fist the sheets beneath me. It’s so much.
“Come on baby, use your words.” He thrusts again, making me cry out some more. "Let me hear you."
“Holy fuck!” I gasp. “Yes, right there. Please, sir. Right—” Before I can finish, he sits up, slipping his cock out from inside of me, and the second my name tears from his lips, warmth streaks across my spine like a branding.
“Noah, fuck. Noah.” My name falls from his lips like it was the last string holding him together.
Before I can even conceptualize what just happened, he flips me onto my back, and swallows my dick down. I can’t stop the sound that spills through my lips as I arch my back to the overwhelming pleasure. He pushes his head down so far that I swear I can feel the back of his throat.
I cry out, feeling another round pulsing down his throat. Holding onto his head, making sure he stays in just the right spot, I buck my hips back and forth, riding out the blinding ecstasy, yet again.
Once he knows I’m spent, he shuffles up my body, thumbs my chin so I can open my mouth, and drops my cum into my waiting tongue.
I push him to flip onto his back, and spread my legs on either side of him, before I lower my face to his, pouring my cum back into his mouth.
“This is yours,” I say, cupping his jaw. “You keep it.” I lightly smack him on the cheek.
He smiles, almost like he’s proud of me, and swallows my cum happily. Licking his lips, he cups his hand around my neck, pulling me into a slow, passionate kiss.
***
I’m at a loss. As I lay here, sticky, bruised and completely blissed the fuck out, I realize how different my position was only a month ago compared to right now.
Brad was a dream. He was a figment of my imagination keeping me afloat while simultaneously bringing me under.
Now, he’s real. He’s factual, and he’s standing over me naked with his hand stretched out.
“Are you coming?” he asks, like he didn’t just strip me from all the power in my legs or anything.
“I can’t…move…”
“Let me clean you.” He smiles, grabbing onto my forearm. I let him pull me up and guide me down the hallway to the bathroom. Putting the baby monitor on the shower shelf, he turns the nozzle, feeling the warm water spray down.
His eyes rake my naked body, a satisfied smile plastered on his face.
“Please, drink your fill.” I smirk, opening my arms up like I’m a prize.
“I’ll never be full of you,” he sighs, walking over to me and looping his arm around my back to bring me in close.
“You promise?” I ask. I feel my cheeks growing hot, but Brad quickly kisses them.
“I absolutely promise. That’s one thing you never have to wonder about,” he says softly.
Our eyes connect, making me swallow deeply. Does he really mean that? I sure hope so.
“Come here.” He tilts his head, and holds my hand as he steps into the tub. We’re in my bathroom, the one used for guests, so the tub in here is small for two people.
I obviously don’t mind though since being pressed against him is exactly where I want to be.
Hugging him tightly, he lets me rest my head on his chest as he runs his hands slowly up and down my back.
“Mmmm,” I moan. “That feels so nice.”
“Good,” he answers. I feel him reach out, and shortly after, suds collect along my shoulder and down my chest. He’s taking his time washing me, as if the water will never run cold.
“Why are you still working at the bar?” he asks, breaking the comfortable silence.
I take a deep breath in. I think he could probably guess. He’s not stupid. “I told you. Just trying to save money. You know, stand on my own two feet and all.” I hum, burying my face farther into his neck.
“You don’t have to do that. I’ve got you. Anything you need, I’ll give it to you.” He squeezes my shoulders.
My eyebrows pinch as I straighten up, meeting his eyes. “Why do you say things like that?”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean?” I can’t help but ask back. I don’t want to pop this delicious, sweet bubble we’ve been in today, but I’ve gotta say it. “Last week, you told me to drop this. Drop what we have. And now, you say things like you’ve got me. What are you trying to say exactly?”
I need to hear him say it. Say the words I desperately need to hear. Not just because I’m scared of losing him again. But also because I think he’s scared of losing me too. He needs the confirmation just as badly as I do.
“Say what you want, and maybe we can work on it. Together. You once said that to me.” I remind him.
He opens his mouth, his eyes shift nervously between mine. I see the panic rising, the confusion bellowing underneath the surface.
“You know what I think?” I rest my chin on his shoulder.
“What?” He exhales deeply, rubbing his hands slowly up and down my back.
“I think you’re scared. Not just of letting me down or my mom… but also letting yourself down,” I say softly.
“I think you’re right.” He admits. “I’m scared of losing…everything.” His grip around me tightens, like he needs a hug, so I give it to him, holding him close and squeezing him tightly.
I lift my head to look him in the eyes. “But, are you losing everything? Or just one thing? Because the way I see it, what’s losing when you have so much to gain? It’d be a lot to gain…wouldn’t it?”
“Of course.” He pinches his eyes shut, threading his fingers through my wet hair. “So much, Noah. You have no idea what you mean to me.” He takes a deep breath in, cupping my cheeks. “But, it’s more than that. It’s…saying goodbye to a version of myself that I’ve always known.”
I suck in a breath. That’s the most honest he’s been with me since I came back. “So…if that’s the case…what now, then?”
“I… don’t know,” he whispers softly.
I hate the way that stings my chest. “You do know.”
“Please tell me, then.” He holds my shoulders, keeping me from stepping away. “You make it all sound so simple so why don’t you tell me? How am I supposed to tell your mom that I’ve been involved with her son? What if she takes Paislee away from me?”
I shake my head. “That’s not going to happen. Paislee’s your daughter. They can’t just do that. There’s the court, there’s rules put in place for this scenario. You’ll work it out and I’ll be there for you, the whole time.”
I place my palms on his cheeks, forcing him to look into my eyes.
“Brad,” I sigh. “I know you may think I’m just being biased.
And fuck, maybe a part of me is. I want you so fucking bad.
All of you. I don’t want to share. But, I’m also coming from a place of a friend.
” I press my forehead on his. “You and my mom…you’re not a match.
You both know that. You deserve to be with someone who makes you happy. And you know what? So does she.”
He clenches his jaw and looks away. I know he knows I’m right. The answer is clear as day.
“I never should’ve proposed to her,” he grits out.
I shake my head. “Yeah…that was stupid. But, I also don’t blame you. You were pissed and didn’t think I was coming back.”
His eyes find mine again. Water drips off his chin and down his neck. I smooth back his hair, and he leans into my touch.
“I’m so happy you did.” He smiles softly, nipping at my wrist. “When’d you get so smart?”
“I was always this smart. You’re just more of a dumbass than we originally thought.” I chuckle, running my hand through my hair and lowering my head under the water stream.
When I come back out for a breath, I wipe my hand down my face and open my eyes to see Brad staring at me, full of heat.
“I’ll see what I can do and…and I’ll make a move.” He nods.
I feel my heart thump out of my chest. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I press my lips to his. He runs his hand up and down my back, gripping my ass tightly.
“We can be together? Like, for real?” I pant.
“Is that even a question?” He laughs, pulling me against his waist.
I moan, feeling myself harden, yet again, against his stomach.
“Brad?” I gasp, loosening my grip around his shoulders. “Please fuck me.”
He takes a look down at my awoken dick, and takes a moment to lick his lips.
“Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs.”