Chapter Seven
My hands shake as I slide my panties down my legs, blood heating as the full weight of Noah’s intense stare devours me. He has his hard cock in his fist, thumb swiping over the shiny head, a bead of come already leaking from the tip.
He’s so fucking beautiful. All hard muscles, defined by the hours he spends in the gym.
My eyes trace the V that carves his hips, lines of veins pushing against his tight, sun-kissed skin.
I can now see exactly where that trail of hair leads to, and I follow it down to the base of his cock and then back up, over the ladder of his abs to his strong neck and sharp jaw. Stormy gray eyes stare back at me.
“Keep looking at me like that, Sidney,” he growls.
Right now, this man is not my best friend.
This man is something so much more. He’s looking at me like he wants to eat me, like he wants to taste every bare inch.
I’m not inexperienced in the slightest, but I’ve never been looked at the way Noah is looking at me right now.
It’s feral. Heated. I can see how hard he is holding himself back, whatever restraints he has put on himself pulling tight.
He is an animal clawing at the bars of his cage, waiting on the edge to be released.
Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra, slipping the straps down my arms. I’m so damn sensitive that even the feel of the straps against my skin is almost too much.
He made me come without lifting a finger.
He came in his fucking pants.
It was hot. Watching him come apart like that, watching the muscles in his neck grow tight, his mouth slackening as he groaned out his release. He makes the most erotic sounds, deep and throaty, a rasp that vibrates against your soul.
I throw my bra down, baring myself to him entirely.
I thought I’d feel shy or awkward taking my clothes off in front of him, but I don’t. I feel empowered and sexy.
He makes me feel that way.
“Fuck,” He groans, reaching for me, pinching one nipple between his fingers. My back bows off the couch, a whimper slipping from my lips as my hips bear down, searching for something, anything to fill me up. I feel needy and wet, and hot; it’s torture.
“Look at you,” he rasps, “writhing all over my couch. Do you need me to fill you up, Sidney? Stretch this pussy full of my cock?”
Holy shit. The mouth on this man.
“Please,” the voice that comes out of me doesn’t sound like my own. This is an otherworldly experience, like I’m simply witnessing rather than doing. He drags his hand down my sternum and through the valley of my ribcage until I feel him over my pubic bone, so close to where I want him.
What was I saying about compatibility again?
His fingers spread my pussy apart, so slick and wet he slips through me easily, until he circles a single finger at my entrance, teasingly close. My muscles contract, begging for more.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he groans, “All of this is for me?” He gathers up my arousal, smearing it between his fingers before he lifts them to his mouth and sucks them clean.
I almost come just by the view alone.
He groans as he savors the taste, eyes turning turbulent, “Fucking delicious.”
This man might kill me.
Dipping his hand between my legs, he returns to the same spot as before, but he doesn’t tease this time; he inserts just one finger, thrusting it into me.
“Fuck,” I cry out, my hand grabbing hold of his wrist, not to stop him but to force him to give me more.
He smirks and twists his hand, adding a second finger, curling them just right to tease at that tender spot just inside.
My whole body’s trembling as a knot forms in my core, pulling tighter and tighter.
“Noah,” I breathe his name, holding his eyes as I silently beg him to let me go, to give me more.
“Needy little thing,” he muses, and I cry out when his fingers slip out of me, leaving me unbearably empty. “Let me take care of you.”
He bumps my knees further apart as he settles himself between my legs, lining his body up with mine so the crown of his cock slips through my pussy, the head of him notching in where I want him most. He captures my mouth, slipping his tongue between my lips as my nails sink into his back and the heels of my feet push against his ass.
God, I want him inside me. I want to feel the stretch, the burn as he makes himself fit.
“More,” I whimper against his lips.
“I’d give you the fucking world,” he growls as he thrusts his hips forward, impaling me on his cock. “Fuckkkkkkkkk.” He groans out, the sound drowning out my own moan.
He fits so tightly inside of me I can’t quite figure out where I end and he begins, and when he drags his cock out, grinding against my walls, I damn near see stars.
“You feel so good,” he rasps, his chin hitting his chest to look between us.
“Noah, please,” I beg, “I need more.”
“Let me just,” his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches himself slip out of me and then thrusts back forward, doing it again as the world spirals around me. I’m barely holding onto a thread of my sanity. My body feels like both air and on fire, heart pounding, skin slick.
“Play with your pussy,” he demands, “Let me see how you work yourself, cricket.”
I move one of my hands to my breast, cupping myself before I pinch my nipple between my fingers and the other slips between my legs.
I part my lips and gently rub my clit, moving in soft, tight circles as he pulses his cock in and out of me, the pace too soft, too gentle.
But his focus is on my fingers, his attention zoned in on the way I play with myself.
I don’t care how I’ll feel when this is done; I just need to feel him.
Adjusting himself, he curls his arms beneath my thighs, his hands sliding over the top of them, before his grip turns hard and he lifts my hips off the sofa, pushing up on his knees until I have to brace my ankles on his shoulders.
At this angle, he’s so fucking deep, I feel him everywhere, thrusting into me hard and fast.
“Goddamn, Sidney,” he groans, “I can feel you sucking me in.”
“Yes,” I hiss, moving my fingers over my clit faster, my orgasm cresting.
“Greedy girl,” he chuckles deeply, “Come on my cock. Fucking make a mess of me.”
Jesus take the fucking wheel.
He pulls his cock almost all the way out of me before he slams himself back inside, and then he does it again, and again. Fucking me so thoroughly I’m going to feel him there for a week.
“Noah, I’m going to come,” I moan. “Oh, God.”
“That’s it,” he soothes, “Give it to me.”
My fingers stutter as my muscles begin to pulse, my climax building and building until I physically can’t hold it back any longer.
I shatter around him, my head tipping back as my entire body warms, pussy convulsing around his hard shaft.
He fucks me through it, wringing out every last drop of my orgasm and only when I’m spent and breathless, does he push himself over the edge.
His hips sputter, fingers tightening as he finds his pleasure inside of me, cock jerking wildly as I continue to pulse around him and he fills me up, my ass seated against him, cock emptying inside of me.
He stills, holding me to him as he continues to twitch, sweat rolling down his temples while he catches his breath.
I can barely move myself.
I’ve fantasized about what being with Noah would be like, dreamed of it countless times, but my imagination is not nearly as good as the real thing.
Maybe this will work. Maybe we could do this.
Gently, he slips out of me and lowers me back to the couch, his gray eyes lifting to meet mine. What I see staring back at me has my breath catching in my throat. There’s a vulnerability there, a type of pain I haven’t seen in his eyes for a very long time.
“Noah?” I frown, unable to stop myself from reaching for him. “What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head and runs his hand down his face as if to wipe that look away. It works because when he meets my eyes again, it’s gone. He drags his eyes down my body and to my parted legs where I can feel him trickling out of me.
I gasp when his fingers gather all of it up, and he pushes it back inside.
“Let me put a baby in you,” he growls.
His fingers curl against my sensitive inner walls.
“I’m going to fucking fill you up, Sidney. Have you swollen with me.”
Something in my brain short-circuits.
“That’s what you want, right?” His fingers move in a come-hither motion, “To be pumped so full of my come.”
My teeth sink into my lower lip.
“Say it.” He demands, eyes feral, a muscle in his jaw ticking.
“Yes,” I manage to whisper.
“Then you’re mine until that happens.” He twists his hand, curls his fingers, and the orgasm is so sudden and hard, it has tears springing to my eyes. I cry out his name, fingers curling into the cushions so tight they ache.
He helps me through it, and before I’ve even stopped twitching, he’s gathering me up and dragging me onto his lap, tightening his arms around me. I bury my face into his neck, inhaling his bergamot and black pepper scent, a soothing aroma I seek out whenever I can.
I’m not sure where the emotion comes from, or the hot, fat tears that burn my eyes, but it overwhelms me. Noah just tightens his arms, brushing a hand down my hair.
“I’ve got you,” He whispers, “I’ll always have you.”