Chapter Twenty Odette
Chapter Twenty
Odette
I want to believe that this is wrong. That I shouldn’t be letting Noah eat me out on top of the bar where we’re out in the open.
But I can’t find it in me to believe that. Not when his tongue feels so damn good sliding over me.
“Noah,” I moan.
He grins against me, and I slide my fingers through his silky hair that I love so much. It’s getting long and he’s definitely due for a cut, but I almost don’t want him to. I like holding on to him, especially during times like these.
He drags his tongue over me, tasting every inch before sucking on my clit, and I should be embarrassed by the sounds that leave me, but I’m not. I’m so damn close to having the best orgasm of my life, and that’s saying something considering all the ones I’ve had lately.
Noah eats at me, and I roll my hips against his face, practically fucking myself on his tongue.
He lets me, enjoying it just as much as I am, if the sounds of his belt clicking undone are any indication.
I wish I could see him stroking himself, but I’ll have to settle for the sounds.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he says against me. “I could spend all day here.”
I wouldn’t complain.
He laughs. “I bet you wouldn’t.”
Oh shit. I guess I said that part out loud.
“Maybe another time, though,” he says, diving back in.
“I’m free tomorrow.”
The vibrations from his laughter race up my spine as he closes his lips over my clit once again.
Before I even realize it’s happening, I’m coming. My whole body lifts off the counter as I shake, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same again. I don’t know if I want to be either.
But Noah doesn’t stop there. No, he continues to lick me. Soft and slow. Lazily, almost like he’s getting a head start on that whole “spending the day between my legs” thing.
His tongue trails lower and lower until it slides over my hole, and I groan.
Then he’s gone before I know it, rising to his feet.
As I suspected, his cock is out and in his hand.
“Fuck, darlin’.” He looks down at me as he strokes himself. “You should see yourself right now. I wish you could see how pretty this cunt is, dripping wet all over my bar top.”
I blush at his words and how he’s staring down at me like I’m a meal he could eat daily.
I reach forward, dragging him to me by his shirt, kissing him hard.
His cock brushes against my slick center, and if I moved just the right way, he’d slip right into me.
I want that, and if the growl that rumbles through his chest is any indication, he wants it too.
“I want to take you like this so damn badly,” he says after he pulls his mouth away, forehead pressed against mine. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
“Yes.”
He pulls back, looking down at me. “Are you saying . . .”
“I want you to fuck me bare, Noah. I want to feel your cock inside, and I want to feel you filling me up with your cum. I have an IUD, and I haven’t been with anyone else in a long time. So, if you’re serious and want to do this, I’m okay with that.”
He gulps. “I haven’t been with anyone since my ex-wife, and I got tested after the divorce, just in case. Not that we had ever . . .”
That surprises me. “Never?”
He shakes his head. “No. She didn’t want kids because she didn’t want to ‘ruin her body,’ and I didn’t want them because she wasn’t . . . she wasn’t the one.”
There are a lot of unsaid implications behind his words. Implications that should terrify me, but they don’t.
Instead, they have me saying, “Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me, Noah. Take me in a way no one ever has before.”
His nostrils flare, and his eyes grow two sizes, filling with heat. “Oh, Odette . . .”
It’s all the warning I have before he grabs me, spinning me around and placing me just how he wants me. I’m on my tiptoes with one leg up on a stool, and Noah’s behind me, cock pressing against me.
“I can’t promise this is going to last long. I fear once I’m inside you, I’m going to bust.”
“That’s okay. We can just do it again.” I wiggle back on him.
Another growl, and I find I quite like that sound.
I push back farther, and he grunts.
“You’re killing me,” he complains.
“Then fuck me already because, at this rate, I’m not going to last long. I’m going to—”
The rest of the words die on my tongue as Noah slips inside me.
It’s just the head of him, but it feels like so much more.
“Holy shit.” I breathe harshly. “Oh god.”
“I know,” he agrees as he slips in more. “I fucking know.”
He works his way into me inch by grueling inch until he can’t anymore.
“Goddamnmotherfuckingshit,” he mutters as he rests his head on the back of mine. “I think I’ve died.”
Same. That’s exactly how I feel, too, as his cock stretches me wide.
I don’t want to be dead. I want to feel more of him.
“You have to move, Noah.”
“Can’t.”
“You have to,” I beg.
He must hear the desperation in my words, because he does. It’s slow, almost so much so that it’s painful, but fuck does it feel so good.
He continues to rock into me softly, each time pulling out just a little more until barely just the tip is inside me, then he slams home.
I see stars. Bright, white shooting stars.
I cry out in pleasure as he does it again and again, his balls slapping against me with each painful thrust.
It almost feels punishing, but in the best way possible.
“It’s better than I ever imagined,” he says through his rough breaths, not slowing his movements. “And I’ve imagined taking this sweet pussy bare quite a lot.”
I have too. Not this exact scenario, but still. This is incredible. He’s incredible. I feel so many things that I can hardly describe them. Full. Admired.
Happy.
That last one sends a zing of fear through me, but it’s quickly chased away by the orgasm that races through me without warning.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Noah chants as my pussy contracts around him, then he follows me right over the edge, filling me with his cum just as I asked for.
He grabs my knee, pulling my leg off the stool and dropping it to the floor before slumping against me.
I lie there, face pressed against the counter, my breaths so sharp they’re fogging the laminated wood. Noah rests against me, struggling to find his own air.
“I don’t know if I’ll recover from you,” he says when he finally does.
I don’t know that I will either.
And that’s the most terrifying part of this.
“Oh my goodness. I missed you so, so very much, my sweet little baby.”
I laugh as Izzy rubs her nose against Beans’s head. My cat purrs loudly, loving the attention.
It’s funny how she hides from me more often than not, but anytime someone comes over, she has no problems coming out from under the couch and begging for attention.
Which is precisely what happened the moment Izzy walked through the door.
She barely had time to kick off her boots and remove her jacket before Beans was on her.
I clear my throat.
“And I missed you, too, Odette.”
I laugh and stir the dinner I’ve been working on for forty minutes.
Izzy is getting married in one week, so this is our last hurrah together before she’s officially a married woman.
Not that I think our girls’ nights will end, but I’m sure she’s going to be so swept up in her new husband that they might be few and far between.
I can relate, as I’ve been just as swept up in her brother lately.
But tonight is not a night to think about Noah. Tonight is about us. It’s about celebrating this new chapter in Izzy’s life.
“A fresh bottle of wine is in the fridge,” I tell her. “Help yourself.”
“I always do.”
She moves through my apartment, grabbing the bottle from the fridge and unscrewing the top. She pours us each a healthy glass, then hands mine to me.
“To you,” I say, holding my cup out. “And your last week of freedom.”
She grins, a small, excited giggle escaping her as she clinks her glass against mine. “I’ll drink to that.”
We both take a drink, then Izzy jumps up to sit on the counter, which has always been her favorite spot when she comes over. She’s about as skilled in the kitchen as her brother, so I always cook and she supervises—a.k.a. she keeps my wineglass full.
“So, how are you really feeling?” I ask. “Nervous at all?”
“Not in the least. I knew I wanted to marry Craig after our first date, and nothing has changed over the years. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anything in my entire life, and I can’t wait to be his wife.”
Each word is filled with pure love, and I am so happy for my best friend.
But I can’t help but feel a little sad too.
While I made peace with the fact that I won’t ever get married, in this moment, I’m a little jealous.
I want that. I want my person. I want somebody who makes me smile when I just think about them. I want forever with someone who makes me giggle like a little girl. Someone who treats me well. Who takes care of me. Who knows me better than anyone.
Someone like . . .
I gulp, knowing his name sits on the tip of my tongue.
I don’t dare think it, though. I can’t. I can’t let the curse know how happy he makes me. It’ll rip him away without a second thought. It’s what it’s done so many times before.
“Hey,” Izzy says, grabbing my elbow. “You’ll get that too. I know you will. You just have to give it time. Or . . . you know, open yourself up to it.”
Izzy knows better than anyone how I feel about the curse. She knows I’ve closed myself off to the possibility of forever with anyone. She was there in college when I tried to ignore the curse and gave my heart away, only to have it handed back in pieces.
I may have believed it was possible to find love years ago when I was younger and naive, but now I know better. It’s why I never put a label on anything and stick to fun. To protect myself.
Kind of like what I’m doing with Noah now.
Except with him? With him, everything feels so . . . different.
It wasn’t supposed to. It wasn’t supposed to be like this at all, actually. I was supposed to live out my fantasy of being with the hot hockey player, and we were supposed to go our separate ways.