chapter eighteen
noah
“You enjoy it, don’t you?” I ask as soon as we’ re inside.
She turns to look at me, our bodies only inches apart. The defiance is visible in her eyes as she responds.
“Enjoy what, Noah?”
She isn’t fooling me. She knows what she’s doing. It took all I had in me not to yank that fucking kid off of her. Reaching up, I lace my fingers into her hair, tugging lightly and forcing her to look at me.
“Driving me fucking crazy.”
Her eyes flutter up to mine, giving me my answer.
“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” I ask, pinning her to the counter with my body. Her eyes are heated, but the need to defy me remains. Gliding my hand down her torso, I graze the top of her swimsuit bottoms, moving to whisper in her ear.
“ Do I? ” I ask again as a soft moan escapes her lips.
After a moment, she gives me a quick nod and that’s all the permission I need. My lips brand hers in a bruising kiss. She meets me with the same ferocity, her hands sliding up my neck to the back of my head. I try to remind myself that we shouldn’t be doing this, I need to stop this, but those thoughts dissolve as her hand reaches for the hem of my shorts.
“Fuck,” I mutter, tracing my hands down her thighs, hoisting her onto the counter.
Sliding my hands up her hips, I pull my shirt off of her, tossing it aside, leaving her in nothing but that tiny green bikini. The same bikini that ’ s been driving me crazy all day. Our kiss deepens as I reach behind her, my fingers tugging at the strings of her top. It falls away, revealing her perfect, round tits. I can ’ t stop myself. They ’ re perfect.
I trail soft kisses down her neck, tasting her skin as I take one of her nipples into my mouth, nibbling, sucking, and drawing a low moan from her. The sound pushes me closer to the edge of losing control, but I hold back. I need to feel all of her.
My fingers brush over the fabric of her bikini bottoms, feeling the heat of her skin beneath. She shudders, her body responding to every touch. I slip my hand lower, pulling the fabric aside, and my fingers slide over her, already soaked for me.
“Please, Noah,” she breathes, her voice shaky with need as I tease her clit. Her hips push into me, craving more, and I can ’ t deny her. My thumb circles her sensitive spot, while my finger teases the entrance of her, coaxing soft whimpers from her.
“Greedy little princess,” I tease before giving her exactly what she wants. Adding another finger, I push deep into her, earning me a shaky moan. I keep playing with her, bringing her to the edge before letting her back down again. Finally, I let her come, her pussy squeezing my fingers as she cries out. Her orgasm racks through her as I keep pumping into her.
“Fuck, Noah, I need you,” she says, her eyes pleading.
God, she’s gorgeous when she begs.
Removing my fingers and trailing them along her inner thigh, I lightly brush over her clit, her hips bucking into me.
“What do you need from me, princess?”
Her breathing quickens as she shifts her hips toward me, pushing my fingers that much closer to where she wants me most. I shake my head, moving my hands to grip her hips.
“Use your words.”
She looks up at me, her dark eyes filled with lust.
“Noah, I—I need you to fuck me.”
Those words coming out of her mouth are downright sinful, and it takes everything I have not to bend her over and fuck her right here on the counter, but if this is happening, I’m going to savor every fucking moment of it.
With a grunt, I reach under her, wrapping her legs around me and picking her up.
“Wha–what are you doing?”
“Giving you what you want,” I say, making my way up the stairs to my bedroom. I lock the door behind us, setting her down in front of it. The way she’s looking at me, the hunger in her eyes—I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear, leaving a kiss right below it.
“Let me know if you ever need me to stop. I won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
Her eyes meet mine for a moment before her hands trail down my chest, reaching for the top of my shorts again.
“I know. I trust you, Noah.”
Those words hit deeper than I’m willing to admit. She trusts me completely, even with what she’s been through. I push past the feelings rising in my chest, moving closer to cage her in. Her hands continue their perusal, pushing under my shorts and finding my already hard cock. She palms it, squeezing lightly, and I let out a groan, heat coursing through my body.
“Fuck, we really shouldn’t be doing this,” I say through gritted teeth, but it lacks any conviction.
“I know,” she says, pure lust in her gaze.
Tightening her hand around my waistband, she pulls my shorts and boxers down. Her eyes widen at the sight, but she doesn’t hesitate as she takes me in her hand, her tongue brushing over her lips before dropping to her knees.
My body ignites at the feeling of her hot mouth on me, licking and teasing, her hand pumping at the base. Taking me deeper into her mouth, she swirls her tongue around me, earning a low moan. She fucking knows what she’s doing, and it is quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her eyes flutter open, looking up at me, the satisfaction there evident. She’s enjoying this.
Bringing one hand up to brace myself on the door behind her, I take the other, gathering her hair at the back of her head. The way she’s working me is torturous, slow, and deep, and fuck if I don’t want to come down her throat, but I’m not ready for this to be over.
Gripping her hair, I guide myself deeper into her mouth, forcing her to take more of me. She moans around my cock, and that’s all the permission I need before picking up the pace, fucking her mouth in earnest. God, she’s beautiful like this, her lips around me. That delicious tension builds in my body, radiating through me, but I’m not done with her yet.
“I need you on the bed,” I growl, pulling her off me.
Letting my cock slide out of her mouth, she looks up at me, her eyes full of need. I can’t help myself. Gripping her by the back of her head, I pull her to her feet for a rough kiss.
“Bed. Now.” I repeat, my voice hoarse.
She listens for once, climbing onto the dark green comforter, not taking her eyes off me.
“On your back,” I say, climbing onto the bed after her. Tucking my fingers into the top of her bathing suit bottoms, I slide them down her legs. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Positioning myself between her thighs, her warm body tucked under mine, I press a kiss to her neck. I lean over her and reach for the bedside table, but she presses a hand to my chest, stopping me.
“I’m on birth control.”
Looking down at her, I realize what she’s implying.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
I know I shouldn’t, but the idea of fucking her raw, nothing between us, is too tempting.
“Yes, I need to feel you,” she says, her voice breathy.
This is so fucking wrong. I shouldn’t be touching her like this, but I don’t care anymore. I want her.
My lips find hers again, claiming her with all of our pent-up desire. She’s consumed my thoughts ever since that night we ran into each other in the kitchen. Being with her feels fucking perfect, even if I hate myself for it.
My fingers tighten around her hips, pulling her into me. Brushing my thumb over her clit, I guide myself to her entrance, a gasp escaping her lips. Fuck, every second I’m not buried deep inside her is another blow to my already diminished self-control. Slowly, I ease myself in. The feeling is fucking euphoric as I push even deeper into her.
“Noah, please,” she moans.
Sliding my cock nearly all the way out before slamming it back into her, I bury myself inside her completely. Another moan escapes her lips as I pick up my pace, fucking her deeper.
“You’re taking it so well,” I groan.
God, she feels so good wrapped around me, her pussy fitting my cock like it was fucking made for me. She tightens around me, and I know she’s close.
Leaning down to her neck, I press a kiss there before whispering, “Is this what you wanted? My cock deep inside you?”
Pumping into her even harder, I circle my fingers over her clit, and she nods quickly, her hands sliding up over my back, pulling me into her. Her nails dig into me as I keep fucking her.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” she says, her voice shaky.
She shouldn’t want this. She deserves so much more, but she’s fucking beautiful like this, and selfishly, I don’t want it to end. I know she’s close, and so am I. The delicious tension builds in my core and flows throughout my body.
Reaching up to grab her face, I make her look at me. Her eyes are almost black with pure need. “You look so fucking good taking me, but I want to see how beautiful you are when you come for me.”
A moan escapes her lips as her eyes lock on mine, her lips parting as she arches into me.
“Come for me, princess,” I say, circling her clit with my thumb as I push deep inside her. Her pussy tightens around me as she cries out, and I keep fucking her through her orgasm as she pulls me right off that edge with her. White hot pleasure shoots through me as I finish, filling her.
I slide out of her. My eyes trail down to where we were connected, the sight of my come dripping out of her pussy satisfying that possessive urge I have only when it comes to her.
She’s fucking mine.
I lay down beside her, pulling her into me. The smell of strawberries and sun invading my senses, her naked body pressing into mine. My brain flashes back to why we’re here to begin with. The thought of that boy’s hands on her ignites my jealousy yet again.
“So, are we clear now?” I ask.
She looks up at me, her caramel eyes fixed on mine.
“Crystal,” she teases.
“I mean it, you’re mine. No one else touches you.” I say, my voice low. Her eyes narrow, her hand sliding down my chest.
“What about you?” she asks.
“What about me?”
Her gaze falls, avoiding mine, “Never mind, it’ s fine. ”
Fuck, does she think I’m sleeping with other people? Guiding her chin up to look at me, I brush my thumb over her lip.
“There’s no one else, princess.”
Her body relaxes somewhat under my touch, but something is still bothering her. “Jared can’t find out. I can’t do that to him,” she says.
“I know. He won’t, I promise,” I assure her, placing a kiss on her forehead. If he found out, it would ruin everything. I can’t begin to let myself think about how much this would hurt him. I’m his dad, and I just fucked his best friend. Not to mention, I’m almost certain that he has feelings for her. He’s the kind of guy she should be with.
A better man would get up, get dressed, and tell her that this was a mistake. Instead, I pull her tighter against me as she sighs. Stroking my fingers through her hair, she falls asleep on my chest, her arm wrapped around me.
I should bring her to her room.
Who knows when Jared will be back?
But I don’t.