Chapter Thirteen
Taylor
Last night feels like a dream. Which I expect to be confirmed when I wake up and the sun is shining in through the curtains. There is no way Noah showed up at my door, looking like he wanted to tear the world apart when he saw my face, and then cuddled on the couch with me.
The bed shifts behind me and a heavy arm comes down over my waist, tugging me back against a warm, hard chest. And, oh… a hard something else. It’s biology, that’s all. Nothing else.
Shit, Noah is still here. I mean of course he is. “His dick is digging into my ass.” I whisper.
“Yeah, it is,” his voice grumbles behind me.
I mouth ‘shit’ and close my eyes, trying not to move and rub against it. He stretches and lets out a manly moan that has my thighs clenching and my mind going back to the bar. I should turn around, thank him and say he can go now but I don’t move.
For the first time since I was attacked, I’ve managed to sleep through the night, because of him. He was a different person last night, he surprised me. I need to think of something to say but my mind is blank, racing and confused.
“What are we going to do about that?”
My eyes snap open as Noah shifts his hips and his dick slides against the crack of my ass. I’m only wearing the thin pajama pants I had on when Noah knocked on the door. Part of me wants to turn around and tell him to get out, I didn’t let him stay so he could do this.
Then another overpowers that voice. He came here last night to check on me, and realized, like no one else, I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see a man with no face, hitting me over and over.
“Hey,” a tattooed hand brushes my hair back from my face and pulls it behind my shoulder. “Breathe,” he whispers, propping himself on one elbow so he can lean over me.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, Cherry. You don’t have to say sorry to me.”
His hand is stroking through my hair and my eyes sweep closed. How can he make me feel so safe when I know he is dangerous? And I’m terrified of a man on a motorcycle who hurt me, when that is what Noah rides.
He takes my chin and turns me to face him. I want to cringe away knowing how horrible my face looks but my eyes lock on his and it’s like I’m trapped, and can’t look away. His jaw is tight as his eyes roam over the damage but where his hands are on me, they’re gentle.
He’s such a dichotomy. He could be really bad for me. But as he rolls me onto my back and runs his hand through my hair, I don’t try to stop him.
“I found boxes in the other room,” he says.
I close my eyes and try not to cry again. I did enough of that on his chest last night.
“My dad, he passed away recently.”
Noah doesn’t say anything straight away. “The bracelet, that’s why you came looking.”
“It was the last gift he bought me before…” I trail off. I take a deep breath, not sure why I want to tell him. He listens as I talk about growing up with my dad, how close we were, how we lost him to cancer. How I lost him.
Noah doesn’t ask questions, just listens. He doesn’t tell me he’s sorry like every other person who has ever heard about him. He strokes my hair and watches me with the kind of intensity I’m not used to. I feel drained again after all the talking and spilling my guts to this total stranger.
He’s not quite a stranger. Not anymore. Why isn’t he saying anything?
Instead of talking, he lowers his head and kisses the side of my mouth, away from the cut.
It surprises me and I stare into his eyes before he lowers his head again, trailing kisses down my chin and jaw.
I tilt my head so he can suck on my neck.
I let out a sigh as his kisses get harder, his tongue tasting my skin.
“Fuck, Cherry,” he groans as his hand trails over my t-shirt and cups my breast. “Let me make it better, let me make you feel good. You’re not alone.” He toys with my nipple so it hardens.
I moan as he slips his hand under my shirt and his fingers move over my bare skin. He shifts so his hard on is pressing against my thigh now.
All I can think about is touching him and before I can second guess myself, I move my hand between our bodies and do it. He hisses as I stroke him through his jeans. He lets me for a few strokes, then shifts up on his knees and tugs at my t-shirt. I sit up to get it off and he throws it behind us.
Noah takes off his own shirt, then lowers over me, skin to skin. He trails his lips over my collarbone and down to my breast, sucking my nipple between his teeth.
“Oh God,” I moan.
“No, it’s Noah.”
I’d tell him not to be facetious but I’m too lost in the sensation of the tug on my nipple as he sucks it again.
Neither of us speaks as he slides lower and slides down my pajamas and panties all together, his eyes moving over my body as his hands follow.
My head tips back as he settles between my legs, lifting one of my thighs over his shoulder.
“Still think having your pussy licked and coming is impossible?” he asks, lightly stroking a finger over my clit. With his other hand he opens me and my cheeks heat.
“Answer me, Cherry,” he demands.
“No,” I breathe out.
“Do you want me to make you come again?”
Yes. I don’t speak it aloud. His expression says he’s waiting. “Yes,” I tell him.
My mouth drops open and I arch up as he spears his tongue inside me.
His hands glide up my stomach and he grabs both breasts as his shoulders push up against me, forcing my thighs up and wider apart.
He slides his body with the movements of his tongue, undulating against me so my hips rise and fall.
The sensation of his tongue pressing in and out and the way he is tugging my nipples starts to set me off. This is embarrassing how fast it’s happening after what I said last time, but that thought leaves my head as my whole body tenses.
Noah doesn’t let me move even as I try to fight against it and pull him in at the same time with my thighs.
“Oh God,” I cry out as pleasure rolls through me in waves and I let out a long, low keening sound.
My brain is still trying to compute what the hell just happened when Noah goes up on his knees looking down at me with hooded eyes. “I said, it’s Noah,” he growls.
I’m too caught in the aftershocks of a mind blowing orgasm but at the same time, I don’t miss how beautiful he is as I take in the man looming over me.
There is a roaring lion tattooed on his arm and he has ridges and muscles like I’ve never seen in real life.
A thin layer of hair covers his pectorals, and I reach up to run a hand over them, making him hiss as I touch his nipples.
He shakes his head and for a moment I think he’s having second thoughts, then he pulls on the waistband of his jeans, popping the buttons. His dick springs free and I can’t help but stare.
He’s smirking when I look back up at him.
“Is that…” A giant metal ball through the end of his dick? It’s not actually that big, but I wasn’t expecting it.
“Don’t worry,” he strokes a finger into my pussy again making me jump. “It won’t hurt. Not in a bad way, anyway.”
He moves to the side and pulls off his jeans and underwear then pauses with a frown. Oh, right. I lean over and open my bedside drawer. There is a box of condoms in there. For a minute I wonder how long they’ve been there, but when I look up at Noah, his face is thunderous.
“What is that look for?”
“Nothing,” he grabs a condom and tears it open with his teeth. “Spread your fucking legs, Cherry. I want to see that dripping cunt.”
My throat tightens as I try to swallow. His words are so crude, but the whole package is turning me on. I want to tell him to screw the condom and get in me already but that is a very stupid idea.
Noah gets it on in record time and lowers himself over me, his hands beside my head on the pillow. He hovers there for a moment, looking down at me.
I get lost in his eyes, they’re so blue and intense and I curse the split on my lip because I want to feel his mouth on mine. He does one better though and dips his hips, entering me in one hard thrust, enough that I shove up the bed.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out as he retreats then pushes in hard again, making me jolt.
“Hold on, Cherry,” he guides my hand to the headboard. “Don’t let go.”
I grip the metal bars with one hand, the other is useless in the bandage but I keep it above my head, even though I desperately want to touch his hot skin.
His voice is commanding and damn, do I want to obey. He starts to thrust into me, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. I grip the bars tighter, pushing against his hips. He grabs on to them and holds me down, moving on to his knees so he can get more power behind his thrusts.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Cherry. So tight, so fucking wet me for. You like being fucked hard, don’t you, baby? Fuck I’ve wanted inside this pussy since the second I saw you.”
“Yes,” I hear myself moaning. “Yes. Harder.”
He growls and lifts my hips so I’m practically off the bed, only my shoulders are on the mattress.
“You walked into my house and thought you could tell me what to do didn’t you? I wanted to show you that no one talks to me like that. To put you on your knees and shove my cock down your throat until you choked on it.”
I start to lose my breath.
“You drove me fucking wild. I fucked my hand thinking of you that night.”
The fantasy is a lot different to the reality but I’m picturing it as his dick pushes in and out of me. The piercing is hitting a spot deep inside of me and I start moaning, unable to stop myself.
“That’s it, squeeze my cock, Cherry, oh yeah, fuck. I want to fill you with my cum, Cherry.”
I can no longer speak and almost lose it when he pulls my legs up over his shoulders and leans down.
He starts to kiss me and my lip tingles and then splits.
Noah doesn’t care, he keeps devouring me with his mouth as he pushes into me, my legs are up around his ears now and it’s hitting me so deep I can barely breathe.
The friction and tightness are like nothing I’ve felt before. He is so fucking good at this. No one has moved me around like this, or spoken to me the way he does.
He rises slightly and there is blood smeared on his chin. He groans and starts to pump into me harder and faster and I go over again, screaming out as the pleasure drives me to madness.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groans and pushes deep inside, holding still as his cock pulses.
For a brain melting moment, I wish he wasn’t wearing a condom so he could fill me up the way he said he wanted to.
I’m pretty sure the sound of my heart beating is echoing around the room, it is definitely the only sound filling my ears, to the point I barely hear him talking.
“Shit,” he is panting hard and his head dips, his lips pressing to the side of my breast, his tongue licking over my nipple. “You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my skin.
He finally lifts his head and looks at me, his brow creasing as his hand comes up and wipes at my lower lip. He looks remorseful for a second then leans in and kisses me again, softer this time, but somehow more possessive than any other kiss I’ve experienced with him.
When he pulls back, and sits up, I lower my arms. He takes the forearm above the bandage and his eyes harden as he carefully sets it down onto my stomach.
His nostrils flare. God, is he going to get up and leave like he did last time. I’m not sure my heart can take that. Not that my heart is involved here. It would be hard to take if he did, that’s all.
Noah takes off the condom, tying it off and putting it on the bed beside us. I’ll worry about that later. He wipes his mouth and stares at the blood for a moment then looks back down at me.
“Are you okay?”
I wasn’t expecting him to ask me that. I nod. He leans forward and lifts my head, gently pulling my hair out from where it was trapped. His touch is gentle, which is insane after how hard he fucked me.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m good.”
He smirks, like he’s proud of himself. He should be. That was pretty much the best sex I’ve ever had. But I won’t tell him that.
He sits back again and lowers my legs so they’re around his hips instead of up in the air. Running both hands along my calves and the backs of my thighs he stares at me in that intense way he has, where he means every word he is about to say.
No man has ever stared into me so deeply. It’s like he owns me.
“I’m going to find him.”
“What?” I snap out of lust induced haze.
“The bastard who did this to you. I’ll find him.”
“How? The police said there isn’t enough evidence.”
“I’m better than the police, Cherry,” he grabs the headboard and leans over me. My hand automatically goes to his chest. “He’s going to pay for touching you.”
I want to ask what he means, but deep inside, I already know.
And… I’m not mad about it.
I think.