Chapter 24
Twenty Four
Noah
If she hadn’t told me herself, I’d have spent my life believing she was a dream.
Because that’s exactly what she looks like, lying underneath me, with her hair spread out on my pillow, body flushed to mine as her nipple piercings rub against my chest, her face a reflection of every ounce of pleasure she feels.
But it’s her eyes that do me in. Her glacial eyes that grip my heart and refuse to let it go, and I don’t think I want it to.
Her blue pools shine with so much trust in me, like I could never do anything to hurt her. That trust of hers in me scares me as much as it makes me want to give her the world.
God knows she shouldn’t have touched me with a ten-foot pole, let alone given her body to me. But I’m too selfish to let her go.
I know what we have is a deal, a convenience. Our relationship is purely physical and for her benefit. It has an expiry date.
Regardless, nothing in this world can stop me from spending every one of those days with her in whichever way she’ll have me. And if she says she needs me inside her bare, then that’s what she’ll get.
My heart trips over itself when those words leave her innocent mouth—mouth I’d very much like to kiss now that I’ve fucked it. I rebuke myself mentally for putting the condition of ‘no-kissing’ forward.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Nothing apparently.
Holding myself over her with my hand on the mattress, I reach for my rock-hard cock with my other hand and align myself with her entrance. The good thing is that she’s soaking, and so, it shouldn’t hurt her much.
Carefully, I slide in just a bit, and that contact alone can make me come like a teenager getting his first taste of a pussy.
“God, yes…” With the way she moans alongside me when I slide into her inch by excruciating inch, she feels the same.
“Fuck,” I clip, my veins feeling like they’ll pop any second with how much I’m holding myself back.
I pull back and slide in a little deeper than before. She moans into my ear, taking the lobe in her mouth as she bites on it. The hint of pleasure and pain makes my body shudder.
“Fuck, Rainbow! You know what I want without me having to tell you,” I rasp in the crook of her neck, the scent of our sweat mixing as it tickles my nostrils.
With the continuous motion of pushing and pulling, I give it one last thrust before all of me is finally seated in her pussy.
The second I thrust into the hilt, I take her nipple in my mouth and suck because if I don’t distract myself, then I’m scared I’ll hurt her.
“Noahhh,” she cries out my name, experiencing bliss like she’s never known before. “You’re…too…big,” she whimpers, her nails digging into the scars in my back as she adjusts to my length, too far gone to notice them.
A hoarse chuckle filled with male pride escapes me. “You’re doing so good, baby. You’re a good girl taking all of me like that,” I praise her, soothe her with words, dropping kisses all over her skin.
Her body shivers, and her walls clench around me at the compliment. “Fuuuckkk, Rainbow! You’re so goddamn tight, wrapping around me like you want to suck me in and never let me go.”
The words flow from me before I can stop them, because she can never want someone like me—someone broken, sad, and utterly alone.
“More, Noah, harder,” she breathes, and fuck if my heart doesn’t just burst out of my chest.
“Hang on, baby. It’s about to get rough,” I grunt before bucking my hips harder, thrusting myself inside her with intention as I get deeper and faster with each one.
“Ah, yes…” Her eyes squeeze shut, and I can feel her pussy welcoming me, swallowing me greedily.
My hand wraps around her throat, and her wild eyes fly open. “Fuck, you look good with my hand around your sweet, little neck,” I growl, my teeth grinding with the pleasure I feel forming at the base of my spine.
I’m not gonna last.
Fuck, she’s everything.
She wraps a hand around mine as my hips keep pummeling inside her pussy. Fuck, I can feel she’s close. “Choke me.” I feel her words under the palm of my hand.
A feral need to claim her rises within me as I squeeze tighter, not enough to cut off her air supply, but enough to edge her.
“You’re a dirty little thing under that smile, aren’t you, Rainbow?
” I ask even though it’s more of a statement.
“Parading around me bare underneath like you don’t know what you do to me.
How hard you make me. You’ll come when I tell you to, not a second earlier.
You understand?” I growl, my voice so hoarse, I doubt she’ll even understand my words.
“Y…Yes, I d…do,” she whimpers when I plunge into her to the hilt, bucking under me, as her nails dig into my back.
She’s going to leave a mark.
Like she left it on my soul the day she walked into my life.
I thrust my hips to hers as the slapping of our wet skin and the moans of pleasure fill the room. I rake my eyes over her—her hair a lovely mess, her cheeks flushed and eyes leaking tears, her perfect lips parted, and her sexy nipple piercings gleaming.
But what does me in is her curves—full, sexy, and enough to fill my hands, one of which is currently wrapped around her throat.
I look back at her to tell her that I love the way her curves jiggle with each thrust, but what I say instead is, “Come for me, Rainbow. Drown my cock in your cum and blood like you have wanted to all this time.”
My husky command and her erratic thrusts make her detonate like fireworks. She reaches her climax with a loud cry, her head falling back as her vocal cords press into my palm. “Oh my GODDD!”
I continue sliding inside her, helping her ride her orgasm and chasing mine. And seconds later, my orgasm rips through me, making my body shudder on top of Andie’s already convulsing one.
“Yes, Noah…fill me up.” Her siren voice reaches my ears, making me lose my fucking sanity with her words as the heel of her feet presses into my ass, pushing me into her.
The thought of filling her up has me shooting like a rocket. A hoarse groan rumbles through the middle of my chest, my eyes losing vision with the pleasure that rocks through me.
I come with a roar of her name on my lips like a sacred prayer. “Fuckk, Andieeee! You’re a goddamn fucking dream.” The spurts of my cum filling her deep.
Once I feel my cock deflate inside her, I pull back, and the sight of her blood and cum soaking me almost makes me pass out.
A feral and primal groan slips past my lips, and I grab Andie’s head and direct her gaze at it. “Look at that, baby. That’s your blood and cum on my cock. Do you see how well you suit me?” I grunt, loving the way she whimpers at my words, her pussy clenching around nothing but empty air.
I’ve never been with a virgin before, and with the need that rises in my chest to own Andie, I’m sure I don’t ever plan on letting someone else’s blood stain my cock.
She has marked me with her blood. And I don’t ever want to be free.
As I look down at her, willing my vision back, needing to see her blissful expression as we both reach our highs and come down, I know that nothing will ever be the same.
Nothing will ever compare to the feel of Andie Moore underneath me.
* * *
By the time we wind down from the high, we’re both lying on my bed, with her passed out.
Good thing I had enough energy to get her to the bathroom and remind her to pee, right before I cleaned her up with a washcloth.
Andie was dead on her feet and dozed off the second her head hit the bed.
Whereas I can’t help but stare at this woman in my bed. I should be nowhere near her for a multitude of reasons, one of the most important being that she’s still my best friend’s sister.
No matter how hard I try to ignore the fact, it keeps gnawing at my insides, turning them inside out as the guilt keeps piling up. If Ezra ever got a hint of what’s transpiring between us, he’d chop me off into small pieces and feed them to dogs, rightfully so.
There’s also the glaring fact that she’s seven years younger than I am.
She’s still just beginning to explore what she likes.
She has the world at her feet. And knowing that I’m her first, I know she’ll never attach herself to me, not when she could be out there with someone new every night—even though the thought of her being with anyone else but me makes me want to puke my guts out and bury the unlucky fucker alive for even laying a finger on her.
As she snuggles into my shoulder, I realize I’m clenching my fists and grinding my teeth just thinking about what is bound to happen.
Yet I don’t have it in me to deny her if she asks me to continue this deal we have going on. She already has me feral and gone for her because that was easily the most intense sex of my life.
I’ve had a whole lot of sex before, most of it to release the pent-up energy I built on the ice. But nothing ever felt like this. Like, if I don’t slide inside of her pussy, I might literally die.
It could be because even though I’m not a virgin, I might as well be, since it’s been a few years since I had sex. My hand has been my only companion from the moment I laid my eyes on Andie Moore as she walked in behind her brother all those years ago in the bar.
I haven’t been able to bring myself to be with someone else, even when I knew she was never gonna be mine. And honestly, the guilt kept getting worse every time I realized how young she was.
But our chemistry in the bedroom, her beauty, and curves are not the only things that have me down bad for her.
It’s…her.
She bought me flowers and took me on a surprise picnic for fuck’s sake. And as the tabby cat saunters into my bedroom, like she owns it, I remember that she’s kind enough to save the cat’s feral ass, too.
The creature climbs onto Andie’s side of the bed, and when she sighs in her sleep, her breath coming out in soft puffs from her pouty lips, I lean over her, grab the fur of the cat, and pick her up.