Chapter 30
NOAH
Thoughts of last night consume me. It’s downright irritating how I can’t shake the visual of Sabrina spread before me like my own personal feast. I went out there to blow off steam because I couldn’t stop thinking about what an unnecessary asshole I’d been to her that afternoon and about how, though I hate the idea of it, my coaches have a point about therapy.
In the bed beside mine, Maddie is still passed out with her mouth open and a drop of drool drying in the corner of her lip. What I wouldn’t give to sleep that deeply. I’m lucky if I get six or seven hours a night.
When the quiet knock sounds on my door, I tighten my laces, then let Fisher in.
“Hey,” he says around a yawn, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. “Have fun with your girl.”
I give a gruff laugh in response. He knows about the date—both of them—but I haven’t told him much else. It’s none of his or anyone else’s business while we figure out what we want.
“Text me if you need anything.” With that, I slip out the door and into the hall to wait for Sabrina.
Two minutes later, her door eases open.
“Oh.” Her eyes widen with surprise. “I thought you might be sleeping in this morning.”
I snort. “You didn’t tire me out that thoroughly. I’m an elite athlete, Curls. It’ll take more than your fantastic pussy to wear me out completely.”
“Noah.” Those two syllables are drenched in embarrassment. “I should’ve snuck out early,” she mutters with a shake of her head. “Maybe then I would have been saved from dealing with your annoying ass.”
With a smug smile, I follow her to the elevator. “You like my annoying ass.”
“For some reason I do.” She blows out an exasperated breath and side eyes me, like maybe she’s thinking about me between those glorious thighs of hers.
Or maybe it’s just me who’s hung up on it. Her head probably isn’t in the gutter like mine is.
Downstairs, we head straight for the front doors and stretch for a few minutes before we settle into a jog side by side. A minute or so in, I flip my cap around so the brim blocks the early sunlight.
Sabrina groans, her body going almost boneless, her strides sloppy.
We don’t normally talk on these runs, but I find myself curious, so I eye her. “What?”
“Nothing,” she practically growls.
I bark out a laugh at how bothered she is. “Now you have to tell me.”
She inhales deeply, then blows it out, keeping stride. “It’s the hat.”
“The … hat?” I say slowly, the two words layered with confusion. “My hat?”
She glances at me, then quickly returns her focus to the sidewalk. “It … you look fucking hot in the backward cap, okay?”
Amusement courses through me, and I let out a peal of laughter. “You’re telling me you get hot and bothered when I wear a cap?”
“Yes,” she bites out. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
The next laugh that escapes me is so loud it bounces off the brick building we’re passing. “Now that I know, I’ll never take it off.” I flip it again so it’s backward once more.
“What are you doing?”
“You just told me you like it when I wear it this way. Why wouldn’t I indulge you? This way I can give you the eye candy you’re so desperate for.”
She bites out a curse. “I’m shoving you in a trash can.”
I can’t say she didn’t try, but Sabrina did not shove me in a trash can. Though by the way I smell when we’re done, she might as well have. I have a sneaking suspicion that she ran longer than usual to make me suffer.
Even Maddie notices. The second I step into our room, she scrunches her nose. “Jeez, Dad. You smell terrible.”
Out of the mouths of babes.
Fisher snickers, and since Maddie is already engrossed in the movie she’s watching again, I give him the finger. “I’m going to shower.”
“You better,” he says, leaning against the headboard of my bed with his legs crossed, his focus also fixed on the TV, where some Barbie movie plays.
Ha. If he thinks I won’t taunt him for this later, he’s wrong.
I take my time in the shower, scrubbing every inch of my body until my skin is raw. I’m not about to have my kid tell me I stink again.
As I towel off, I realize I forgot to bring a change of clothes in with me. “Fuck.” Wrapped in the world’s smallest towel, I hold the place where I’ve tucked it to ensure it doesn’t come loose and open the door. When I find the room vacant, I frown. “What the hell?”
I half expect them to jump out from the side of one of the beds and try to scare the shit out of me, but after a quick inspection, I confirm that I’m alone.
Once I’ve tugged on a pair of jeans, I knock on the closed door that separates Sabrina’s room from ours.
She opens it, and I’m instantly assaulted by the scent of her favorite soap. She’s changed into a pair of super-short shorts with frayed edges and instead of a top, she’s wearing only a gray Calvin Klein bra.
“Hey.” Her eyes drop to my wet chest and quickly dart away.
I chuckle, heat gathering low in my stomach. “Baby, you’ve had your tongue all over my body. No need to get shy on me now.”
She drops her head back with an annoyed sigh. “What did you need?”
“Do you know where Maddie and Fisher are?”
“Yeah.” She straightens. “He said he was taking her for ice cream.”
With a scoff, I grip the doorframe with both hands. “It’s breakfast.”
“And your daughter is a master manipulator. She begged him for ice cream for breakfast, and just like that”—she snaps—“he folded like a wet napkin. Pretty sure she inherited that trait from you, so really, you have no one to blame but yourself.”
“Myself?” I repeat, deepening my voice in an attempt to hide my amusement.
“Yep.” She pops the P. “You’re very good at getting what you want. Most of the time, it takes little more than a bat of your eyes.”
“Is that so?”
“Mhm,” she hums, sliding her arms over her chest and cocking a hip.
“Then,” I drawl. “Why aren’t you naked right now?”
She squeaks in surprise at my question. I probably shouldn’t love it so much, the way she reacts to me, but what can I say? I’m only a man.
If Maddie talked Fisher into the place we always go for ice cream, then chances are we have a solid hour before they’re back.
I stalk into the room completely, and Sabrina backs up, her feet sinking into the plush carpet.
“Noah?”
I close the door behind me and lock it just to be safe.
“On your knees.”
Though she juts her chin in defiance, the way her pupils dilate betrays her desire. “Make me.”
Need coursing through me, I wrap my hand around her delicate throat and pull her into me until my mouth is on hers. I kiss her long and deep, and I don’t let up until she’s breathless. “Don’t make me ask again.” I squeeze a little tighter. “On your knees.”
Like the good fucking girl she is, she lowers herself to the floor. Instantly, she’s working the button on my jeans. She slides the zipper down next, then tugs the fabric down my thighs. My dick bobs in front of her, hard since the moment she opened the door between our spaces.
With a grunt, I shove the jeans down all the way and kick them off.
When I’m completely naked, I grasp her chin and guide her face up until she’s locked in my gaze. “Suck my cock.”
Eyes shining with excitement, she licks her lips and circles the base, her hold firm. Instead of wrapping her mouth around the head like I want, she delicately licks the tip.
“Jesus Christ,” I bite out. That little touch is enough to undo me. I don’t know whether to weep at how pitiful that makes me or praise the goddess before me for her ability to make me lose my mind so easily.
She breaks into a wicked smile. “So formal. Just call me Sabrina.”
“Brat.”
Laughing, she finally slides those beautiful full lips around the head of my cock.
Instantly, sparks dance up my spine, and my vision goes spotty. Fuuuck.
I drop my head back, thankful for the door at my back.
With little grunts and moans, she bobs up and down.
Each movement is a little deeper, until eventually, she takes all of me.
When I hit the back of her throat, she gags.
Instinctively, she pulls back, but with a hand gripping her hair, I hold her there.
She looks up at me, eyes shining with tears and dark with desire, with saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.
The sight alone is enough to make me come.
God damn. I hold her there, reining in my control, for another five seconds.
When I release her, she pops all the way off to catch her breath.
Already, her mascara is smudged and beginning to streak down her cheeks.
I wipe it away carefully as she pumps her fist up and down my length.
“Look at you,” I croon, gathering her hair in my fist. “My pretty little mess. You look so fucking hot sucking my cock. Where’s your phone?”
Without a word, she leans to one side and swipes it off the bedside table. She holds it up to her face to unlock it, then hands it to me.
“Good girl.”
With a devious smile, she gives me a harder stroke.
I navigate to her camera app, then switch to video mode, zoom in, and press record.
Without needing to be told, she takes my crown into her mouth again. At this angle, the camera captures nothing more than her mouth and nose and my cock.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking good at that,” I croon. I record for a full minute, one hand holding the phone and the other still keeping her hair pulled back, then text the video to myself. I’ll definitely be watching that later.
Screen locked, I toss her phone onto the bed. It lands with a plop, disappearing in the tangle of sheets that I have every intention of rumpling further.
When I’m seconds away from coming in that perfect mouth of hers, I give her a warning tug. “Enough.”
Defiance flashes in her eyes, like she’s considering putting up a fight.
Instead, she backs off, and I help her up, then instantly remove her bra.
“These fucking tits,” I curse. They’re small and perky, a perfect handful each, with the most impeccable round brown nipples.
I roll each one between my thumbs and forefingers, and she shivers.