33. Awa
Chapter thirty-three
Awa
The ride from set to my apartment is excruciating.
Noah places his hand on my leg, strong fingers lazily tracing the skin of my inner thigh.
The closer we get to my place, the closer the pad of his thumb gets to my clit—a graze to the edge of my panties, a swipe of my outer lips, a caress of my opening through the moist fabric.
But he still never touches the aching bud.
Several times I have to press my lips together to avoid crying out and alerting the driver. Noah tunes my body like a string—I'm taut, quivering under his ministrations—but I can't cum in the back of a town car on the NJ Turnpike. I won't. I'm sure my driver would be discreet, but I would know.
Noah's middle and index fingers brush the seam of my outer lips once more, and I nearly detonate. I will never forgive him if he forces me to switch to another car service. Fortunately, we've arrived.
"Thank you, Rocco," I murmur as Noah helps me out of the car.
After over an hour of teasing, I'm flushed and shaky on my feet. I lean into his strong body as we walk through the lobby, waving at Myron in security and swiping my key card for the penthouse floor.
As soon as the elevator doors close behind us, Noah is on me. He scrapes his teeth against my neck, drawing out a whimper. The hand that was so elusive in the car slips under my skirt, two thick fingers pressing firmly against my clit.
"C-cameras!" I gasp, my pussy already teetering on the edge of ecstasy. If Myron saw me orgasm on the monitors downstairs, I'd have to move.
Noah shifts the hand under my skirt to my hip, kneading the flesh there and continuing to bite at my neck, my collarbone, the heated flesh not covered by my jacket.
"Oh God," I moan when he lifts my leg to wrap it around his hip. I can't help but writhe against him, my body seeking the friction he took when he removed his hand moments ago.
He tsks.
"What about the cameras, Awa? I wouldn't want anyone to see you lose control."
I can hear his smirk, that bastard. He knows I'm almost too mindless to care, close to throwing away all my propriety and humping him right here in the elevator like a cat in heat. The elevator comes to a stop with a soft ding. Not a second too soon.
"Saved by the bell," he whispers against my skin.
The elevator opens directly into my foyer, and Noah lets out a low whistle. He tugs me behind him as he peruses my space.
"Wow, Awa. This is some place you have here."
I'm underwater, floating weightless in the tide of my own desire. Noah turns when I don't answer, and I know the moment he sees it. The moment he understands his power over me. Please don't let him abuse it.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, pulling me in close. "Do you know that?"
I step out of his hold to unbutton my jacket and kick off my shoes. Next to go is my camisole, then pencil skirt, leaving me in only stockings and my emerald bra and panty set. Dressing like a vixen, even when I'm not getting any, makes me feel powerful.
Noah stops in his tracks, eyes round.
"What I know is that I was promised pleasure. Enough to forget a shit day and live up to some seriously sexy texts. Is that still the plan?"
He gulps. I can see it in the bob of his Adam's apple and hear it in the charged silence surrounding us.
"It is," he answers, voice low.
Noah circles me, taking in how my breasts overflow the demi cups of my bra, how the lace border of my stockings clings to my thighs. My panties are transparent, displaying my neatly trimmed and plump mons. His sharp intake of breath tells me he's seen the thong back as well.
"Jesus Christ, Awa," he groans, sinking to his knees behind me. He leans forward and actually bites the ample flesh of my ass.
"I take it you're an ass man?" I ask through a giggle.
He ends his bite with a suck that would leave a hickey if not for my dark complexion.
"I'm an everything man," he counters, still rubbing up and down my hips.
Standing in the middle of my apartment, wearing barely-there underwear while Noah kneels at my feet, I'm not self-conscious. I feel…sensual and commanding. And overdressed.
"Do you plan to fuck me in a suit, or do you maybe want to join me in taking off some clothes?"
He's ripping off his suit jacket before I even finish my question. It's a frenzy of limbs and clothing, and I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing when one of his shoes accidentally knocks over a lamp.
"Sorry about that," he apologizes while still trapped in his undershirt. I pull the material from where it's stuck on his elbow, but can't contain my giggle when he stumbles getting out of his pants.
"Excited, are we?" I ask, still laughing.
He looks pointedly down at his boxer-clad erection.
"Hell yes, I'm excited. I have been since you showed up on set looking like a fucking bombshell.
" He pulls me into him again, gripping my ass in both hands and grinding his cock into me.
"Since you spread those pretty thighs for me and came all over my tongue.
" He bites my neck, harder this time, and I yelp before he soothes it with another warm suck.
"Since that first day when you looked like you wanted to stab me with your stiletto. "
Without warning, he yanks down both cups of my bra, pinching and twisting my nipples. I grab onto his shoulders for balance, and he growls like an animal, seemingly trying to touch all of me at once.
"Noah," I moan when one hand leaves my nipple to pinch my clit. "Are you trying to kill me?"
He pulls back to look into my eyes, and I almost trip at the abrupt change.
"What do you mean?"
I'm out of breath, and the evidence of my arousal is currently dripping down the inside of my leg.
"Just that—" I swallow and try again. "Just that you're turning me on so much I might burst into flames."
He breathes a sigh of relief and brings me back into his arms.
"Thank God. I was worried I'd hurt you."
I smirk and give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Please. That shy girl from Entertainment Marketing is long gone. I can handle pinching and biting. I've even been known to enjoy spanking and the occasional choking. With the right partner, of course."
The fire in Noah's eyes ignites, and he takes my mouth in a kiss so fierce, I'm breathless.
"Lets—Oh!" I gasp when he slips his fingers back into my panties, my slick channel clenching around him. "L-lets take this to my bedroom." I jerk my head down the hall to my left. "It's that way."
Noah wastes no time. He ducks down to put an arm under my knees, then throws me over his shoulder. I squeal in protest.
"Noah! I'm too heavy. Put me down!"
He raises an eyebrow over his shoulder at me.
"Do I look like I'm struggling?"
The question is obviously rhetorical, as we're moving quickly down the hall while I have a perfect view of his toned ass. He's not even breathing hard. He kicks open the door to my bedroom with a quiet grunt, then flips me down onto the center of my king-size bed.
From his position over me, I'm finally able to take in the full view of his body.
His broad shoulders have only gotten more muscular in the time we spent apart; he clearly continued his strict workout regimen.
His chest is defined, with a light dusting of hair that gets thicker and darker before disappearing under the rim of his boxers.
His biceps are straight out of a museum, cut from marble and in perfect proportion.
My body is not perfect. I'm full and dimpled, and things definitely aren't as perky as they were years ago. But still he's standing over me, staring like he can't decide where to start. I make the decision for him.
"Condoms are in the right bedside drawer."
He springs into action, reaching across the bed and leaving himself open for me to pull his boxers down his hips.
His cock rises up to meet me, long, hard, and already leaking from the night's activities.
I felt it our last time together, how completely it filled me, but seeing it in full light, up close, is overwhelming.
"You don't have to suck it," he murmurs, still rifling through my drawer for protection.
"Of course I do," I reply, wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft and opening my mouth for a small taste. He hisses when my tongue makes contact with the head of his cock. "It's my turn."
I rise onto my knees for better leverage, swallowing more and more of his length with each bob of my head and twisting my hand in the opposite direction of my mouth for maximum sensation.
I'm rewarded with guttural groans as Noah's hips buck, forcing more of himself down my throat.
My hum of approval vibrates through him, and I move my other hand off his thigh to cup his balls.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Noah breathes, panting as he pulls me off him. "You better stop, or this will end before either of us want it to."
"Oh, I don't know," I purr, scraping my nails along the V-shaped muscles that bracket his pelvis. "I wouldn't mind an appetizer before the main event. After all, we have all night."
Noah tugs me up until we're chest to chest, giving my butt a little smack.
"Naughty Awa. I'll happily cum in your mouth later. For now, please don't make me wait any longer to be inside that hot cunt of yours."
I kiss him deeply, giving his girth a firm squeeze, then releasing it with a sigh.
"If you insist," I reply smiling. I know it's what we both want.
He makes quick work of my bra, unhooking the band since the cups were already sitting useless beneath my breasts. Next, he pushes down the sopping mess of my panties. He doesn't bother with my stockings, moving instead to roll the condom down his cock.
"Fucking finally," I grouse playfully.
He turns me, swats my ass, then kneels behind me to line his erection up with my entrance.
"I bet that smart mouth won't be talking shit in a minute," he snarks back.
And then he pushes into me. He groans when the slick walls of my pussy mold around his thick cock. A perfect fit, a voice inside my head whispers, but I ignore it.
"So good. So tight," he growls as he finds his rhythm. He thrusts in and out of me, gripping my hips the same way I grip the sheets beneath me. I bite down on a pillow to muffle my screams.
"I can still hear you," Noah assures me. "The more you try to stay quiet, the harder I'm going to fuck you."
Yes, please! I don't say that, of course, but I do arch my back and raise my hips to meet his, forcing him deeper inside me. He chuckles.
"I knew it would be like this. Too good to resist. Wet and juicy and creaming all over me. I can't. Get. Enough!"
He punctuates each word with a deep stroke into my core. I can't hold back. Not against his relentless pounding of my g-spot. My orgasm slams into me, and my pussy ripples around his shaft. His strokes stutter.
"Holy fuck!" he shouts as he empties into the condom.
I feel the warmth inside me, feel the pulse of each spurt into my streaming cunt, and lament the latex barrier.
Would he ever go without it? I wonder. But I shouldn't, because that kind of intimacy is reserved for commitment, and we're just… What are we?
Noah carefully pulls off the condom, tying it into a knot before dropping it in the wastebasket by the bed. I brace for him to get up, give me some sorry excuse about a client emergency so he can leave, but instead, a big, warm arm circles my waist and a solid chest spoons me from behind.
"Give me ten minutes, then I'm ready for round two," he rumbles, nuzzling against my neck.
He's not leaving?
I back my ass into his groin, and I'm met with an already half-hard penis. He squeezes me tighter.
"OK. Make that five minutes. But this time, you're on top."
I smile to myself. He's not leaving. The clock struck midnight, we both came, and we're both still here. Neither of us is trying to run.
I melt into his embrace and allow myself, for once, to enjoy what's right in front of me. I can worry about the future tomorrow.