Chapter Fifteen Goldie #2
We’re broken from each other, his decorated chest heaving as he stares down at me. I blink up, my tongue darting out over the coldness I feel on my bottom lip from losing his against it.
His gaze rakes over my body, only half of me exposed. It’s lewd the way he looks at me because I can see every single way he wants to fuck me.
It makes me shiver.
Noah lifts his hand, then hooks his finger inside my tank top between my breasts and pulls me closer to him. I start to lift my arms, but he shakes his head, and instead of pulling it over my head, Noah grips it with both hands.
The sound of ripping makes my head drop back as my body jerks forward with the movement. A smile blooms before I bite my bottom lip, enjoying every second of him shredding the fabric right down the middle.
I’m exposed, goose bumps traveling over my bare stomach, the remnants of champagne still damp on my skin. He bends down and takes my other nipple into his mouth as he guides my top off my shoulders with his fingers.
My knees buckle, but his strong arm wraps around me, and I huff a laugh.
He’s too good at this. I may die of pleasure.
“My turn,” I whisper, pulling his head up and removing him from my nipple.
I start at his broad shoulders as my fingers trace over the pictures. I move down, my palms skating over his pecs, and perversely listen to the way his breath hitches.
Listening to Noah is the sexiest experience I’ve ever had.
I step in closer, kissing his chest, before licking his warm skin, flicking his nipple with my tongue.
“Fuck, killer,” he groans, and I get wetter.
We’re standing next to the shower, so I pull away from him only for a second to turn on the water, letting it get hot before my hands snake between his skin and his basketball shorts.
I have to lift them before I drag them off because his rock-hard cock is in the way.
Noah stares down at me with heated desire as I resume my debauchery and begin kissing down the middle of his chest, around his belly button, and past his abs.
Keeping my hands on his body, I run them over his thighs as I kneel in front of him.
I can hear him breathing, the air forced to and from his lungs. His eyelids are heavy and his jaw slack as he looks down at me.
Teasingly, my fingertips feather past his hips, blazing over his skin and making his stomach contract. The vein that protrudes from his Adonis belt to his dick pulses along with his cock as I lean forward, letting the warmth of my breath tickle over it.
I haven’t even drawn him into my mouth, and just the anticipation has his head falling back as he weaves his fingers through my hair.
“You have the most beautiful dick.” I smile up at him, closing my hand around it.
“Fuck,” he heavily exhales.
I slowly twist my hand down his impressive length and back up, letting my eyes roam his body, watching the way he quivers with each stroke.
Precum beads at the tip, so I roll my hand over it, using the wetness to jerk him off in front of me. God, I wasn’t lying when I said he was beautiful.
He’s perfectly balanced between length and thickness, with defined veins protruding under his smooth skin, leading to his lickable tip. The moment I think about it, I do it.
I run my tongue over the tip of his cock and under the ridge before taking him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Noah moans, but I want him in my mouth so badly that I’m impatient.
I hum around his dick, hollowing my cheeks as I suck and run my palms up his abs.
“Goldie . . . fuck . . . slow down.”
I can’t. I feel powerful. He’s panting, urging my head forward but telling me to slow because he wants to fuck me.
My head bobs as I whimper, feeling my clit throb. I’m sucking with urgency, taking him into my mouth as far as I can go, each time flattening my tongue to the underside of his cock.
I look up, but his eyes are closed as his lips fall open, his breath panting faster and faster.
“I wanna come in your mouth,” he says, so strained that it feels pained.
I hum my answer, “Mm-hmm,” gripping his waist and letting him move my head faster as he palms the back of my head.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good. Your mouth is fucking heaven.”
His breath is stuttered as I move, my own body rolling along with the motion, turned on by his pleasure.
“Baby . . . baby . . . baby,” he rushes out quickly before he steps back, stealing his cock from my mouth.
My mouth chases him as my body leans forward, but Noah reaches down and cups my underarms, hauling me off the floor to my feet. I’m deposited into the shower, barely able to catch my breath before I’m spun around, my breasts pressed to the steamy glass before I feel his cock at my entrance.
He thrusts inside, raising me to my tiptoes as I scream out in pleasure with his lips at my ear.
“Fuck.” We hold still, the sensation overwhelming. “Come with me, killer.”
I hear the showerhead being removed before he places it in my hand as clouds of humid air waft around, fogging up the glass even more.
Noah draws out from where my softness is clinched around him before he pushes back in. “Fuck yourself, now. Right now.”
I do as I’m told and aim the water at my clit, feeling my stomach immediately tighten. My reaction makes Noah growl as he pistons in and out of me, holding my body tightly to him, his chest pressed to my front.
Another gasp escapes me as I turn my head, my open mouth streaking the glass with a rush of air.
He’s fucking me too slowly. It’s torturous. He’s forcing himself to wait for me to catch up.
“Oh, Noah,” I mewl.
He cups my breast roughly with one hand in response. His other intertwines with my fingers and slides my palm up the glass, leaving a streak, until it’s above my head.
The feel of his lower stomach rolling into my ass as he fucks my pussy takes my breath away.
“You feel so good. You’re so tight,” he groans.
I whimper, circling my hips into the pressure that’s hitting my clit, as he fucks me harder.
“Noah . . .” I cry as he buries himself inside me, begging him for what he’s already doing. “Fuck me. Please, please.”
I close my eyes as the need to come with him rises and falls, dragging me up the mountain, inch by salacious inch.
With every thrust I grow closer, moaning and crying, sandwiched between the coolness of the glass and the heat from his body. Noah grunts and grinds behind with his own urgency, thrusting his cock harder before pulling out slowly and teasing my entrance with his rim.
His lips touch my ear, feathering kisses over my birthmark.
“I love you, killer,” he says tenderly before pounding inside me again.
“Fuck,” I breathe out heavily. My clit pulses as I put the water closer, needing it, wanting to come.
Noah fucks me hard, hammering inside of me, hitting all the right spots and massaging my G-spot each time. I pant as my body contracts and tears fill my eyes because it’s overwhelming.
“Don’t stop. Please.” I can’t move or speak. I’m a prisoner to this feeling. It’s all-consuming. Noah’s cock grows tighter as my pussy contracts, and I flex my hand under his against the glass. “Noah . . . I’m . . . I’m . . .”
“Give it to me, killer. All over my cock.”
Burning white light explodes behind my closed eyes as I squeeze them shut so hard it almost hurts. My back arches like a cat’s as my lips part, and I scream, deep and guttural, feeling Noah chasing his own release until he wraps both his arms around me and bellows.
“Fuck.”
My body contracts and jerks against his as I drop the showerhead, and his hard cock pulsates inside me, filling me with his release. But even though we’ve come, neither of us stops moving. We fuck slowly, his face buried into the crook of my shoulder.
“I love you too,” I finally say back, feeling him smile.
No other words are spoken as the showerhead clicks back into place, the water hitting his back serving as the only sound.
Noah carefully turns me around, and I look up at him.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and unsticky,” he says with a smirk.
I nod as he guides me around and back into the water before he lathers a washcloth and washes my entire body, not missing a single damn spot.
Goddamn, how’d I get so lucky?
Noah
“Crap, we forgot towels,” Goldie says, looking around with a smile.
But I wink. “The last box I brought in. It was labeled ‘Bathroom’ and not nearly heavy enough to be anything but towels. I’ll go.”
I rake my hand through my hair quickly, making it spray her before I slip out from the warm shower and cover my dick. She’s still chuckling as I leave wet footprints through the bedroom into the main living area and make my way to the front door.
“Hey, do you want this letter I brought in earlier? Because it’s for you,” I yell, tossing it on the couch before ripping open the box and yanking out a towel.
I don’t hear her answer as I dry myself off and wrap it around my waist before grabbing her one too. But as I turn, her voice drifts out from the bedroom.
“Who’s it from?”
I swipe it off the couch, walking back as I read. “Price and Page . . .”
“Noah!” she shrieks just as I walk through the bedroom doorway.
My eyes spring open as her wet body comes running for me. She’s slipping and sliding on the tile as her hands hit the wall to keep herself on her feet, and it makes me laugh, but I also try to save her.
I only get a step toward her, though, before I’m tackled onto the bed with her straddling me.
“Round two?” I chuckle as she scrambles to get the letter from me. Her wet hair whips my face, forcing my eyes closed as her ass lands on my stomach, then back to my groin, knocking the air out of me twice. “Fuck,” I groan-laugh. “Why are you beating me up?”
“Sorry,” she mumbles as I blink a few times, waiting for the internal bleeding to begin.
The letter is between her teeth as she hurriedly dries her hands on the towel I’m still holding before removing it from her mouth.
“Noah, it’s the magazine . . . It’s from them, or more specifically the corporation that owns them.” My brows rise as I half pop myself up onto my elbows.
Her grin grows bigger before she bounces on top of me again.
“Easy,” I laugh, reaching down between her legs to cover my jewels. “That’s gotta last us our whole lives.”
She nods, and then a host of emotions play over her face, ending in a frown. Her green eyes lift to mine, staring straight into them.
“What if it says ‘No, thanks’?”
As if she’s holding a bomb, she places the envelope gently onto my abs while she stares down at it.
“Killer . . .” She glances at me, then back. “Goldie, look at me.”
When she does, I’m immediately struck by how beautiful she is—nude and emotionally stripped bare.
“So what if they do? You’re brave enough to be vulnerable, and that’s more than most people.
Stop being completely unaware of how goddamn amazing that is.
Aren’t you the one who said, ‘Dreamer or fool’? ”
“No . . . she sounds like a whacked-out wannabe guru. Plus, there should be a third option—scaredy-cat.”
A meow makes us both smile.
“Sounds like that one’s taken,” I tease.
This time we both look down at my stomach before she slowly reaches out and lifts the letter off me. Goldie lets out a small whoosh between pursed lips, and it makes my heart beat unnaturally fast.
Come on, let it be a yes. Goddammit, universe, I’m owed, and I’m calling it in for my girl. Give this to her.
She gives me one more glance, and I wink back before she straightens her shoulders and tears into the envelope, then pulls out the paper. I watch with literal bated breath as her eyes track over the words.
I’m laser focused on her, trying to make out what she’s mouthing.
The few seconds it takes her to read the verdict feel like a damn lifetime, and I can’t help myself but to press. “Well . . . ?”
I push against the bed to sit, bringing our faces closer as my hands fall to her hips.
“What does it say?”
She bites her lip as she looks up at me, searching my eyes, but her face stays unreadable. But I feel it in my gut. She fucking got it. The sides of my mouth start to pull into a smile.
“Yes?” I guess with every bit of hopeful intention, nodding.
A megawatt smile breaks out on her face, and it’s the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen. Her head shakes a million miles an hour.
“Yes.” The paper shoots up as she raises her hand. “This dreamy fool’s fucking published.”