Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Noelle
I looked up at the ceiling of the bar, trying to catch my breath. How we'd ended up on the floor in front of the bar, I didn’t know. I’d also lost how many times I’d come. All I knew was I was tired but at the same time felt more alive than I ever had.
He propped himself up onto his elbow, looking down at me, a soft smile on his face. “How was that?” he asked.
I stretched my arms over my head and smiled. “So good."
He brought his lips to mine, and I could feel his fingers gently running up the inside of my thigh, toward my centre once again. I closed my eyes and brought my hand up to the back of his head, my fingers twirling through his hair.
“Want to go again?” he asked quietly, sliding his fingers between my legs, circling my clit.
I nodded my head and kissed him again. “Not here though. Let’s go upstairs.”
I got up off the floor, grabbed my skirt, then made my way over toward the door that led up to his apartment.
As I passed the bar, I grabbed the bottle of whiskey he’d been drinking and then looked back over my shoulder, watching as he did up the zipper on his jeans, leaving the button open.
I grinned at him as I waved the bottle back and forth and raised my eyebrows.
“Maybe you can show me how you do body shots?” I questioned, shrugging my shoulders.
I heard him chuckle as I climbed the stairs to his apartment.
I made my way over to the kitchenette and grabbed a glass from the cupboard, pouring myself a double, then took a sip, bringing it over to where he stood. I handed him the glass as I stared into his eyes and watched as he drank down the golden liquid. Then I led him over to the couch.
“Sit down.”
He frowned but did. Then I took the glass from him, drank down the rest of the whiskey. I grabbed a cushion from the couch, placing it down on the floor in front of him, and got down on my knees. I’d needed that shot of whiskey to give me the courage for what I needed to try.
I ran my hands up the sides of his hips, then pulled at the zipper on his jeans. He lifted his butt a little, shoving his jeans down his legs, then ran his large hand over my cheek.
“Noelle, you don’t have to…”
I smiled at him. I knew I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I’d never had a man’s cock in my mouth and wanted to experience it, but I did not know how to even start.
“I want to…” I whispered.
Bentley placed one hand behind his head, the other still resting on my cheek as I took his cock in my hand. He was already hard as I gently stroked him.
“I don’t really know how to…aside from what Kelsey told me,” I began, my stomach flipping in anticipation of what I was going to do.
“Just know you don’t have to try it,” he whispered.
I bent down and heard him inhale as I took him in my mouth. I did the things that Kelsey had told me and felt his hand move from my cheek to the back of my head. I closed my eyes and took him deeper into my mouth, before releasing him and running my tongue around the tip of his cock.
“Am I okay?” I questioned, looking up at him.
“Fuck…yes…” He moaned as I took him right to the back of my throat for the first time.
* * *
I opened my eyes. I was so warm and comfortable wrapped in Bentley’s arms that I really didn’t want to get up.
I shifted a bit in bed but stopped when I felt my aching muscles.
We’d had sex almost all night, finally both of us falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning.
I was exhausted and sore as hell as I looked over my shoulder to see him sound asleep, his dark hair mussed from the night before.
I rolled over to face him. Running my fingers over the stubble on his cheek, I pressed a kiss to his lips before snuggling back into his chest.
I felt him press a kiss to my forehead as he pulled me closer to him.
“You awake?” he murmured.
“Barely,” I whispered.
He pulled me closer to him, bathing me in warmth.
“So, last night when I mentioned talking with my dad…you said you think we should go together,” I murmured.
“If that is what you’d prefer.”
Honestly, I’d rather talk to them on my own, but I had to consider how Bentley felt about it. This wasn’t only about my feelings.
“It is, but I don’t want you to do it if you aren’t ready.”
I pulled away and raised myself up onto my elbow, looking down at him, studying him to see if I could tell how he felt or what was on his mind. He rolled over and placed one hand behind his head and looked up at me.
“I don’t want you to go if you are still wanting me to be with someone younger. I’ll talk to them whenever you want, but I need to know that it’s because you want to be with me.”
“Noelle, I want to,” he said, brushing some loose strands of hair behind my ear. “I just want you to understand your father is my best friend and has been for years. I want to make sure he knows how I feel about you, that I love you, and not that I’m after a much younger piece of ass.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I’m glad to know I’m not just a piece of ass.” I winked, sinking back down under the sheets and curling up beside Bentley.
He wrapped his arms around me, rolled me over onto my back, and pressed his lips to mine.
“Not a fucking chance,” he said, grabbing my ass and squeezing as he kissed me hard.
I could feel him growing against my leg and spread mine to make room for him between them. I never wanted to leave the bubble we’d created, and right now I wanted to stay in it for as long as possible, wrapped in one another.
“How about we go next week?” I murmured, not wanting to ruin Christmas for anyone.
“Whatever you want,” he mumbled, this time kissing his way down the side of my neck.
I closed my eyes as Bentley sucked my right nipple into his mouth. My cell phone range, the shrill sound echoing throughout his small place, causing me to jump. I glanced over at the table beside the bed where it lay and let out a sigh. I just wanted a little longer.
“One second,” I whispered as Bentley looked up and smiled.
I grabbed my cell off the table and saw it was my parents.
“Who is it?” he questioned, kissing my stomach.
“My parents,” I said, swallowing hard, worry filling me.
“Go ahead,” he said, watching as I answered.
“Hello?” I closed my eyes as Bently continued lightly kissing my stomach.
I listened as my father’s voice came over the phone and swallowed hard when he spoke of some sort of emergency and that I needed to get home immediately. Before I could respond, he was gone. The line had gone dead.
I met Bentley’s eyes, certain the colour had drained from my face as I looked at him.
“What is it?” he questioned.
“There is some sort of emergency. Dad didn’t elaborate, just said I needed to get home immediately,” I answered, climbing out of bed, while I began looking for the clothes I’d worn here.
“I’m coming,” he said, joining me, only grabbing clean things from one of his drawers.
“There isn’t any need for you to come with me,” I argued, slipping my panties on, followed by my skirt, while grabbing my bra from the lampshade beside the couch.
Bentley turned from where he looked out the window. “I don’t want you to drive in the weather. Plus, you look like you could be sick. We’ll go together. Go get washed up.”