Chapter Thirteen Noah
Chapter Thirteen
Noah
I can’t remember the last time I had such a desire to taste someone before. This overwhelming need to lick and kiss every inch. To commit someone’s body to memory.
I nuzzle my nose against her pale-pink lacy underwear, the ones with the red hearts and matching bow—the same ones that have haunted me for weeks.
Sweet. That’s how she smells, and I shouldn’t be surprised. Odette always smells sweet. And if her lips taste it, too, then I bet her pussy will as well.
Patience, I remind myself. Savor this. It might be your only shot.
And it should be my only shot. I shouldn’t pursue this.
Hell, I shouldn’t even be doing this now.
I know that Odette is all hearts and flowers and love.
She believes in it, even if she says otherwise.
Helps orchestrate it even. And I don’t want any part in forever with someone anymore. We want different things.
But none of that stops me. I don’t think anything could at this point.
I take my time teasing her, kissing her everywhere but where she really wants me. The inside of each thigh, her smooth mound, even trailing down to her knees, and back up.
I do it until she’s squirming against me, tilting her hips toward me in a silent plea.
“You’re being a tease, Noah Stevens,” she says, pushing up to her elbows and looking down at me.
“I am not, Odette Chambers. I’m taking my time.”
She groans. “Can’t you do that next time?”
I arch an eyebrow. “Next time? There’s going to be a next time?”
She shrugs. “Depends on how well you do this time.”
“Oh, a challenge, huh?” I smirk. “I love a good challenge.”
Then I slip two fingers inside her panties, pushing them to the side, and I get my first look at her.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. So pink and so pretty. So wet. She wants this just as badly as I do. Unable to stop myself, I lean forward and drag my tongue across her slit.
Fucking hell. I was right. She’s sweet as sin, and I want more.
She groans, dropping back against the bed as I pull her underwear all the way off, then resume my spot between her legs.
I stop torturing us both and give in completely, losing myself in her pussy and loving every damn second of it. I suck her clit into my mouth, flitting my tongue over the sensitive bud, soaking up every little noise she makes.
God, she tastes so fucking good. Like nothing I’ve ever had before. I could spend a lifetime here and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Her hands find their way into my hair, holding me closer as I eat her until I’m literally rutting against the bed, anything to relieve the ache in my cock.
I don’t recall the last time I was this hard.
Maybe it’s never happened before, but it’s painful, and I want to come so fucking bad that I can’t stand it.
But her first.
“Come on, darlin’,” I say against her. “Give me what I want.”
“And what do you want?” she asks through her panting, unable to stop being a smart-ass even when she’s completely at my mercy.
It makes me want to watch her come undone even more.
“For you to come all over my face. Make a mess. Tell me who’s making you feel so damn good.”
“It’s youuuuu . . .” The last word is dragged out as I suck her clit even harder, and she comes off the bed, nothing but harsh breaths and soft cries.
I smile around her, then flick my tongue, earning me another shaky exhale.
Sensing she’s close, I slide a single finger inside her.
“Yes,” she hisses.
I add another, hooking them toward me, and her pants grow louder and louder as I work her over with my tongue and my fingers.
“Noah,” she says, uttering my name on a moan.
“That’s right, Odette. Tell me who’s in charge of this pussy.”
“Noah, Noah, Noah.”
She accentuates each word with a thrust upward, practically riding my face and tongue at this point, and I’m not mad about it. It’s what I wanted, for her to make a mess all over me.
When I pull her swollen clit into my mouth this time, she’s a goner, careening over that edge she’s been so carefully teetering on.
I continue to lap at her as she comes down from her high, then kiss my way back up to her lips.
If she cares that I taste like her, she doesn’t show it. In fact, she kisses me back hurriedly, like she’s already aching for me again.
I’m aching for her too.
“Please, Noah,” she begs in my ear as I bury my face into her neck. “Please fuck me.”
I couldn’t tell her no if I tried.
I slip out of bed and go to the bathroom for the condoms I bought almost a year ago when I thought I might give dating a shot again. That thought had quickly disappeared once I joined a few apps and immediately felt overwhelmed. The box has remained unopened since.
When I return, I take a moment to appreciate how she looks sprawled out on my bed. Her coal hair is a mess from writhing on the pillows, and her chest is red and splotchy, leftover evidence of her orgasm. Lips swollen from my kisses. Eyes glassy from lust.
She’s a wet dream come to life, and I never want to wake up.
She smiles up at me, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s feeling a bit bashful under my stare. “What?”
“You’re gorgeous, Odette. Absolutely fucking radiant.”
Then I push my sweatpants down, taking my boxer briefs along with them.
I’m standing before her bare, and while I shouldn’t be affected by this, having been in countless locker rooms in my day, I am.
Because nobody has ever looked at me like she is—like she can’t get enough.
She swallows, her eyes on my cock that’s sticking straight out. “I could say the same thing about you.”
Fuck if that doesn’t make my chest swell with some macho-pride bullshit.
“I want to taste you,” she says, but I shake my head.
“No. If you do, I’m going to come right down your throat, and while that sounds like pure heaven, it’s your cunt I want tonight.”
She swallows, then nods, lying back down as I climb onto the bed, tossing the condom beside us as I fall between her legs.
I take my time revving her back up, kissing her until she’s breathless before moving lower. I tug the strap of her bra down, tracing a line right to the cup and pulling her tit free.
Pink.
The same pink as her pretty little pussy.
I suck the hardened tip into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it as she squirms beneath me, searching for just an ounce of friction.
She’s rewarded when my cock slips against her wet center, and we both groan.
“Son of a . . .” I try to catch my breath, choking on the rest of the words.
She feels so fucking good like this, and I want nothing more than to take her bare. To have nothing between us and to mark her.
But I resist, pulling away and grabbing the condom before I do something I can’t undo. I rip it open with my teeth, then roll it over my cock, squeezing myself to stave off some of the pressure. If I don’t, there’s no way I’ll last nearly as long as I want to.
I press the tip of my covered cock against her, my forehead resting on her own, and take a deep breath.
“Please,” she begs when I don’t move right away, and it’s my undoing.
Slowly, I push into her, and the quiet gasp that leaves her might be my new favorite sound.
I give her a moment to adjust to me, then slide in more.
I do this over and over until I’m fully seated, and then it’s me who needs time to adjust. Her pussy squeezes me so damn tight that it almost hurts, but it still feels so fucking good. Too good.
“This might be quick, Odette. I’m not sure how long I can last.”
“That might disappoint some women, but I consider it a compliment.” She kisses the tip of my nose. “Now fuck me, Noah, and make me feel you for days to come.”
And I do.
I pull back out until just the tip of me is inside her, and I slam back home so hard that the headboard smacks against the wall.
We groan in unison, and then we’re nothing but sharp breaths and groans as I pound into her over and over.
Her hands are lost in my hair, and I’m lost in her. So completely gone as I thrust into her. I’ve never felt so at peace before, and I’m not sure I ever will again.
“You’re incredible,” I say as I drop to my elbows, capturing her lips in mine, slowing my thrusts.
She nods against me like she agrees, trailing her hands from my hair down my back, her nails dragging against me. I love it. It feels like she’s marking me.
I want to mark her too.
I kiss my way down her neck, sinking my teeth into her soft skin.
She hums appreciatively, and all it does is spur me on.
I suck on her harder as I drive into her with abandon. It’s unsteady and hectic, but neither of us seems to care.
My orgasm builds, and I’m moments away from exploding. But I want her to come again. I want to feel her pussy squeeze me. I want her to milk me dry.
“What do you need?” I ask through heavy breaths.
She shakes her head. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Are you kidding? You’re all I’m worried about right now.”
I slip my hand between us, pressing my thumb to her clit, and she moans approvingly the second I do.
“This what you need, darlin’? You need my hands on you? You need me to touch this sweet cunt of yours?”
“Oh god,” she mutters in my ear. “I’m so close. I’m—”
The rest of her words come out a garbled mess as her pussy squeezes me impossibly hard yet so fucking perfectly as she falls apart around me.
“That’s it,” I say as I rub her through her orgasm. “Come for me like the good little girl I know you are.”
She moans and pants and begs for more, and I give it to her, not stopping until I’m spilling into the condom, and we’re both completely spent.
I collapse beside her, trying desperately to catch my breath.
I can’t move. Or at least I don’t want to move. This spot seems as good as any to die.
“That was . . .” She laughs. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Wow.”
That’s all I can manage.
I just had sex with Odette Chambers.
I wait for the panic to set in, but it never comes, and I’m not sure how to feel about that either.