Chapter 08
I lost my cardigan before I dragged Noah by the jacket into the back seat of my car. Their lips stuck close to my neck the entire way down to the back seat, hands searching my body much more enthusiastically than they had hours prior.
Noah broke our kiss and tore off their jacket. Glancing around the parking lot through my tinted windows, they followed behind with their shirt.
Unlike me, who changed completely from the outfit I wore in the boudoir shoot, Noah still wore the tight black cropped top that hung to their flat chest. Their toned abdomen and broad shoulders were on display, every muscle working as they balanced their hands on their side of my head.
“Is this okay?“
Noah whispered.
One of their hands dropped to my thigh as I lifted my leg to wrap over their hip. It slid down my leg, under my skirt, as their hips pressed down into mine.
“Yes.“
I pushed up and rubbed a hand over their clavicle. “Push me.”
A glimmer of excitement rushed through Noah’s eyes.
The second their mouth found mine, the slow and tenderness that once appeared was nowhere to be seen.
Noah made quick work of my skirt. They shoved it up above my hips and pulled my panties aside.
There wasn’t time to second guess it. No hesitation to worry where it would lead. One minute Noah’s tongue was fighting for dominance against mine, and the next, they were lapping at my clit.
“No-Noah.“
I threaded my fingers through their hair.
I watched Noah bend awkwardly on the seat for a better angle. Their head bobbed between my thick thighs, scooping through my sopping pussy with two fingers.
Noah lifted their head and fed the glistening wetness onto their tongue, staring directly into my eyes.
“Fuck, Eloise.“
They moaned. “You taste so goddamn good.”
I panted heavily as that once sweet look on their face disappeared. They sucked on their fingers, pulling every fucking drop off me from them, before letting go with a loud pop.
A whimper escaped the back of my throat.
Noah returned to their calculated strokes across my clit. Each flick of their tongue was more torturous than the last.
The two fingers they sucked clean pushed inside of me. I instinctively clenched around them, groaning as Noah lapped messily at my clip to distract me.
“Relax.“
Noah mumbled against me. Their eyes rolled up to mine, not pausing their timed strokes. “Let me . . . please you.”
Their fingers curled, pulled out, then plunged deeper. They curled again against a spot that forced my heart into my throat.
I gripped their hair and fell back against the seat.
It had been so long—too fucking long—since I last had sex with anything other than a cheap vibrating toy that came in a book box. Far too long since another human’s been on top of me, their warm body against mine, enchanting me in ways that I have never experienced.
Yes . . . yes, God, I needed it. One night. One fuck in the backseat of my car and everything would be fine. We would go back to being strangers and Kathryn could lay off me for a while.
Everything would be absolutely fucking perfect.
The second Noah’s lips closed around my clit, I shouted in pure bliss, back bowing roughly off the belt buckle stabbing into my side. Their fingers pulled my mind back in, not minding anything but deliberate strokes.
I gripped Noah’s head by their hair with both hands and planted a foot on the seat. Puffs of hot air added to the humidity forming around us as I ground my pussy against her face.
Noah moaned loudly, going partly limp as I guided them where I wanted—where I needed them. They rubbed their nose against my clit, licking their fingers as they pumped through my straining cries until—
My shoulders fell back against the seat as blinding pleasure funneled from behind my eyes to the tips of my toes. I grabbed at Noah’s shoulders, holding their head in place as my hips moved at their own will.
A final gush of release forced out of me like a strangled wine bottle. Popping the last ditch effort I had to control my reactions to Noah before they became too embarrassing to come back from.
I covered my face and whimpered as the realization hit me.
“I’m so sorry.“
I whispered.
Noah paused licking up the mess they caused. Their hands gently rubbed my lower stomach as the car rocked under their shifting weight.
“Why are you apologizing?“
They asked.
I peeked through my fingers.
“Because I . . .“
I panted, trying to regain my breath. “I just—”
“Squirted?“
Noah tilted their head. “I wanted that.”
“But—”
“I wanted you to come all over my face, Eloise. Look at me. You’ve soaked me.”
I glanced around the wetness that covered most of their face. The light from the restaurant gleaming in through the windshield to reveal how lathered in cum and sweat they was.
Noah kicked their jeans off and peeled their boxers down their legs.
“You don’t know me, so let me show you what I like.“
They lifted my ankle and forced me to turn slightly, straddling my leg. As their hot, wet cunt laid over my thigh, I whimpered. “I like it messy. I like how you’re looking at me right now—tired, sensitive, desperate for more, but still trembling from my tongue.”
Noah leaned over me, trapping my leg between us, over their shoulder. Their hands brace on either side of my head as their hips rock down, mixing our heats into a wildfire.
The vehicle rocked violently. Someone was going to come figure out what we were doing eventually. Or perhaps they’d miss the chance all together. I was already so close and Noah had only just begun to fuck those strong hips down against me.
I shifted my hips; half rolled onto my side as Noah moaned in my ear. Their sweat fell to my chest, our combined wetness making every rock of their hips ungodly.
One of my arms wrapped around their neck while my free hand curled the seatbelt into a handle. I panted beside their ear, returning the favor of every sound that fell from their mouth.
“Eloise.“
Noah bucked their hips; sweet, sweet need in their voice. “I want . . . to hear you.”
“Good. So good.“
I trembled underneath them. The pressure built fast between us. “I don’t . . . I don’t . . . I can’t come again.”
“Don’t think about that.“
Noah kissed my shoulder and cradled my ass with one hand. They guided me, pressing us together as my hips keened into their thrusts. “Just feel it. Let yourself . . . feel it I—fuck—”
Noah pushed up with one hand. Their biceps straining and abdomen clenched. I ran my eyes over every inch of the pleasure in their face before daring to meet their gaze.
The sound of blood rushing to my head is the first thing that hit me before Noah’s grinding became too much. Every breath I sucked in somehow tasted like Noah—tasted like rebellion against my own life.
I loved it as much as I hated it. The knowledge of when everything was over, that’s what it would be—over.
Every inch of me shook uncontrollably. My wrist turned white with the seatbelt wrapped around it as Noah watched me with fire in their eyes.
All I could do was stare at the once fluffy top of their hair bounce against their sweat stricken forehead. Little strands stuck to their face, falling into their eyes.
I cupped Noah’s neck and pulled them closer.
“Come for me, honey.“
I murmured against their lips.
Noah groaned loudly.
They captured my lips, threading their fingers through my thick hair as I swallowed their moans. They ground against me with pure utter desperation. There wasn’t a rhythm or a method anymore.
Only raw need.
Noah’s hand joined between us, rubbing my clit in quick tight circles, sending me over the edge with them.
The moon outside the window blinded me once more as pleasure tensed up my muscles and shot my nerves. I cried out against Noah’s lips, holding them against me as whimpers spilled from the back of their throat.
Noah released my leg once our breathing evened out. They pushed up shakily and tumbled back to sit on the seat, carrying my legs over their lap.
“Fuck.“
I covered my face with my arm as soft trembles lingered through my body. “Fuck.”
Noah ran their hand over my stomach, then my thighs.
I whimpered. “No more. I can’t do more.”
“Don’t worry. I’m admiring your body.“
Noah whispered, eyes heavily drawn to my exposed flesh. “Taking in what a beautiful woman you are.”
“Thank you.“
I bit my lip. “You’re gorgeous also.”
Noah picked up their shirt and wiped their face clean. I followed the motion of their tongue across their lips where more than my lipstick smeared.
Goddamn.