30. Noah
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.
Lowering my head, I lick at the seam of her lips. When she opens, I devour her mouth while continuing to pinch and pull at her nipples, working her up until she’s a squirming, aching mess and nearly humping my leg.
“Looks like I’ve gotta take care of my needy girl.” I kneel in front of her and tug her shorts off with ease, taking her underwear with them. I lean in close and part her folds with my fingers, inhaling her delectable scent.
“Look how wet you are.” With two fingers, I circle her entrance. Then I hold them up for her inspection. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet, baby?”
She nods, and a small whimper escapes her trembling lips.
I stick my fingers in my mouth and suck them clean. “So fucking sweet.”
The whimper she emits this time is louder, and when I lap at her slick pussy and swirl my tongue around her swollen bundle of nerves, the sound turns into a moan.
Roughly, I suck her clit, and her knees almost give out.
“Noah!” she screams.
That single word plays on repeat in my head.
Noah. Noah. Noah.
I lick and nip and suck at her sensitive flesh until her legs shake and she digs her nails into my shoulders for support.
I add two fingers and curl them against her G-spot while I suck her clit.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chants.
That’s right, baby. I’m your God.
Her core tightens around my fingers.
“I think… oh God. Noah. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I certainly don’t plan on it, but since my mouth is otherwise occupied, I can’t tell her that.
Her pussy spasms in earnest now, and as an orgasm hits her, she screams.
I pull back, hands on her hips to support her, and she collapses, boneless on top of me.
With ease, I stand, hoisting her over my shoulder, then spin and lay her gently on the bed.
“What was that?” she asks, blinking slowly as she returns to reality.
I grin, my face wet with her juices. “You squirted.”
“I … what?”
“Squir—”
“I heard you, but I… I didn’t think that was a real thing.”
“Believe it, baby.” I spread her legs, taking in her dripping center, and with a satisfied grin, I fist my cock and bring it to?—
“Shit. Condom.”
I have a few stashed in my suitcase on the other side of that locked door, but the last thing I want to do right now is leave.
She scrapes her nails down my abdominals and they flex in response. “You know I’m on birth control. You’re cute and all,” she laughs, “but I don’t want any little Noahs running around anytime soon.”
I can’t wipe the stupid smile off my face. “You think I’m cute?”
With an annoyed sigh, she shakes her head, causing her hair to fan out around her like a halo. “Of course that’s what you’d glean from that.”
“That and”—I glide a hand down her thigh and trace her entrance—“you’re giving me permission to fuck this sweet pussy bare again.”
She arches into my touch, causing my digits to sink into her an inch. “Stop playing and put your cock in me. Now.”
“Such a bossy little thing.”
Despite the tease, I don’t need to be told twice. So, eyes closed and teeth gritted—because it feels too damn good and after that stellar blowjob, I’m way too close to blowing my load prematurely—I ease into her.
She’s so wet that it takes all my strength not to rut against her.
When I’m fully seated, I stay there for a moment, soaking in the feel of her hot, slick, tight walls.
Legs wrapped around my waist and ankles hooked at my back, she rolls her hips and digs her nails into my ass, begging me for more.
“Sabrina,” I warn through gritted teeth.
“Noah,” she says with a smile.
Her sass sends a tingle up my spine. This woman.
I rock my hips slowly, taking my time, willing my racing heart to slow.
It’d be embarrassing if my death were caused by fucking a pussy bare.
When I no longer feel like I’m going to lose myself too early, I pick up my pace, driving into her harder. Faster.
Sabrina takes it like a fucking champ, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“This pussy was made for me,” I tell her, fingers denting the flesh of her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “See how you grip me? You’re mine.”
She bites her lip, holding back a moan, but with my thumb, I free the plump flesh from her teeth. “Don’t do that. Let me hear you. I deserve to hear what I do to you.”
She nods weakly.
I stretch over her and swipe a pillow, then stuff it under her hips.
“Jesus fuck,” I curse. The angle causes me to sink even deeper, and the way her tight, wet channel grips me as it pulsates is enough to make me lose control again. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
She clenches her core again. “Then come.”
I don’t want to.
If I could, I’d spend all day with my dick buried inside her.
“Not yet.” Tightening my hold on her hips, I pull her into me, making sure her clit rubs against me.
“N-Noah,” she stutters, eyes falling shut.
I lose myself in the sensation. When she spasms around me and tumbles over the cliff, I pull out and squeeze my dick to keep from following her into oblivion. She cries out, rolling onto her side, fisting the sheets, hips still grinding despite the loss of my cock as she rides out the release.
When her writhing slows, I drop to the mattress and pull her on top of me.
I clasp my hands behind my head to keep from touching her. “Ride me. Let me watch those tits bounce.”
She grips my base with one hand, her other splayed on my chest to keep her steady, and sinks down in one quick move.
Cursing, I clutch her hips and squeeze my eyes shut, barely reining myself in before my hips take control and buck up and spill into her.
She laughs, clearly very pleased with herself, and braces her hands on my thighs. With her arms behind her and her back arched, I have the most incredible view of my cock disappearing into her tight cunt. Her tits bounce, just as I requested, and, completely forgetting about my plan to look and not touch, I sit up and take their weight in my hands, licking and sucking first one stiff peak and then the other.
When I’ve given each breast ample attention, I lie back once more. Thumb to her clit, I roll the tiny bud, and she shudders.
Breaths coming fast, she angles forward until we’re chest to chest, her mouth finding mine in a long, searing kiss, her fingers stroking through my hair gently.
The tenderness of this moment is enough to push me past the point of no return. There’s no chance I can keep my impending orgasm at bay when she touches me with so much affection.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her between kisses. “If you don’t want my cum filling up this sweet cunt, you better get off now. I can come on your tits instead.”
Hips rolling in earnest, she brings her lips to my ear. “Fill me up.”
Oh, fuck.
Those words unleash an animalistic instinct inside me. I pull her hips down harder against mine and slam up into her, my balls slapping that perfect ass.
I come with a long, low moan, and she eats up the sound with a noise of appreciation.
This release is more powerful than any I’ve ever experienced. It goes on and on as I hold her firmly against me, making sure she takes every last drop of my cum.
With a shuddering breath, she drapes herself over me.
“Can’t move yet.” Her lips brush my neck.
“Me either.” Though I’m beginning to soften inside her, I’m still panting. I’m more out of breath than I was on the run this morning.
Our breaths sync up. Our hearts do too. For long minutes we stay like that. Eventually I gently roll her over and pull out of her, discovering that even now, my dick is at half-mast.
Rapt, I watch as my cum leaks from her tight hole.
Without looking away, I snatch her phone from the mattress and use her face to unlock it.
“What are you?—”
I start the video and scoop my cum with a curl of my index and middle finger and shove it back in.
She gasps, her back arching.
“Look at the mess I’ve made of you,” I croon. When more leaks out, I shove that in too. Like the other video, I send it to my phone. I even take a few pictures in case she never lets me do this again.
“What’s with the videos?” she asks, her breath beginning to return to normal.
I shrug. “Not sure. I’ve never done it before.”
Her brows furrow. “Not with?—”
“No,” I cut her off with a glare. “Only you.”
Her body instantly relaxes, as if that admission means something to her.
What I told her was 100 percent true. I don’t understand the drive behind it. Maybe some part of me is scared that this won’t last and I want some sort of evidence that it was real. Maybe it’s a new kink I’ve unlocked. Or perhaps it’s Sabrina herself. The woman does drive me crazy, after all.
“I keep them locked away in a special app.” I haul myself up and shuffle to the minifridge. “There’s no risk of them being leaked.” Even if there was, I’ve made a point to only shoot from angles that make it impossible to identify either of us. Water bottle in hand, I return to the bed. “Drink up.”
She reaches for the bottle, but with a shake of my head, I twist the cap and bring it to her lips. Eyes locked on mine, she sips from the bottle without trying to take it from me.
“I need to shower again,” she complains when I’ve recapped the water.
Her hair is a mess, and the little bit of makeup she applied is completely ruined.
Fuck, I’ve never felt more smug.
“Worth it, though, right?”
With a roll of her eyes, she shoves at my abdomen, trying to push me out of her way. I don’t budge, so with a huff, she scoots to the opposite side of the bed.
“For someone who runs so much, you’re awfully weak,” I taunt as her delectable ass disappears into the bathroom.
“Take that back or I’ll run you even harder next time.”
I simply laugh as I scoop up my jeans and head for the door between our rooms. I need another shower too.
It hits me as I soap up my body again that I’m falling dangerously hard for this woman.
When I step out of the bathroom and discover Fisher and Maddie have returned, I’m pretty sure I’m wearing the most ridiculous smile.
Brows furrowed, Fisher points to the steam-filled bathroom behind me. “You were in there that long?”
I shake my head, still smiling like the biggest fucking fool to ever walk this earth.
He looks from me to the closed adjoining door, his expression turning from one of confusion to pure amusement. “Ah.” Clapping me on the shoulder, he whispers, “I think I liked you better when neither of us was getting laid.” He straightens, then, in a more serious tone, he says, “I’m happy for you. And you’re welcome.”
“Why am I welcome?”
“Because”—he grins—“if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have hired her.”
He has a point, though I have no intention of admitting that.
“You don’t have to stay,” I tell him when he settles on my bed again and resumes the Barbie movie he and Maddie were watching earlier.
He snorts. “Are you kidding me? I’m hooked.” He points at the animated scene on the TV. “I have to find out what happens next.”