Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
AUDREY
With Noah’s mouth on me, I’m about to float right off the floor.
It’s levitation-level good. But I know that tonight I need everything.
I told him so, but he seems A-OK with taking his sweet time.
Meanwhile, I’m dying. If I don’t get what I need from this man, I’m going to scream. And what I need is him inside of me.
“More. All of you,” I whimper. He looks up at me, mouth still covering me fully. Our eyes meet over the swell of my breasts, and I can’t believe this is real. He pushes me closer to the edge as I grip his hair and then stops.
I squeak when he wraps his arms around my hips and lifts me from the ground.
I fold over his shoulder like a sexy sack of potatoes—if potatoes wore decadent black lace—and he carries me toward the bed.
Noah sets me down so gently, like I’m the most precious, delicate thing.
My heart is soaring from finally getting this intimacy with him.
He pushes the jersey up and up until my breasts are exposed.
My nipples pebble beneath the thin lace in response, or maybe in anticipation of his mouth.
He settles his long body next to me, his arm stretched out over my belly.
He kisses my mouth and nips at my bottom lip before kissing a trail down my neck to my chest. He kisses me once in the middle of my breast bone, and then gently takes one nipple into his mouth.
His tongue is teasing but his mouth is warm.
My back arches off the bed, encouraging him to continue.
His hair is so soft when I thread my fingers through it again.
I reach my hand down between us on the bed and start pulling at his belt with one hand. My core is pulsing. I can feel the heat pooling low in me, the lust making my mind fuzzy. I’m so lost in my haze of desire that I can’t get his belt undone.
I put my hand to his chest and push. “Roll over.”
He lets me push him over even though he could easily withstand my meager strength. “I want you naked.” Who is saying those words? Me?
I start at the buttons on his nice shirt. The color flatters his eyes. Makes the depth of them even greater. I don’t care, though. It’s got to come off.
Once I reach the final button, I slide my hands back up his stomach and push the shirt off his shoulders. He sits up and shrugs it off. He reaches down and pulls his undershirt over his head. I inhale. “Oh my God.”
The toned skin is covered in purple and green bruising. It’s concentrated on the right side, but snakes across his chest and around toward his back. I feel the tears well in my eyes before I can stop them.
Immediately, Noah notices. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” He wipes at my tears as they fall.
I touch my fingertips to the bruise. “You’re hurt.”
“I’m going to be okay. It’s just a bruise.”
“What if it wasn’t just a bruise? And I was there and I hadn’t told you how I felt yet? What if you had to go to the hospital and I didn’t get to see you?”
“I would have brought you to me before they took me away. I would never leave you without you knowing.”
All of the emotion I’ve been stifling comes through and I kiss his mouth, my tears wetting both our cheeks.
“What do you need, Audrey?” he whispers.
“Your cock.” I’m panting. I cannot let this moment slip by. If I’m going to love a man who is at risk like this, I’m going to make every second count.
“Let me show you just how okay I am.”
“You smug asshole,” I tease, but I think: Oh, hell yes.
“Condoms?” he asks, as I take this time to leisurely peruse his body. Strong arms and broad shoulders, easily the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“I have an IUD, and I haven’t been with anyone since I got tested after my last relationship. But can you pull out so we don’t take any chances?”
I gasp as he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed by my ankles. “Does that mean you want this cock raw?”
I’ve still got his jersey wrapped around my chest, but I manage to say, “Yes.”
I twitch when I feel the head of him slide along my slit. “You’re so fucking wet. Are you ready for me? Tell me with words that you’re ready to get fucked.”
My body shivers at his filthy words. “I need you.”
Noah needs no more encouragement. He pushes into me, not too slowly, but not too swiftly. “So fucking tight,” he groans.
He leans over the bed onto his forearms and I’m just along for the ride, willing to take whatever he has to give. “You gonna take it all for me?”
In my lust-filled haze, it takes me a second to realize that wasn’t rhetorical. “Yes,” I whimper.
He pounds into me in a smooth rhythm. I’m completely wrapped up in the heat of the moment, but I need more to finish.
“Do you want to watch me fuck you?”
“Please, I’m so full.” Noah reaches his hands behind my head and cradles me in his huge hands, titling my head until I see where his cock is easily sliding in and out of me. I’m so completely held and supported by his hands, his body moving over me, it’s easy to find that first thread of release.
I want to keep my eyes open and see Noah’s green ones watching me, but the pleasure rolling through me is too much.
“Fuck, Noah.” My breath is coming fast. “Right there. Don’t move.
” I pluck at the other strings of pleasure wafting around my consciousness.
The fullness of his cock are too much. Noah stills over me, letting my orgasm rip through me.
It feels like relief and release at the same time.
Like the tightness in my body from the rigidity of my life has finally dissipated.
I can feel it behind my eyes as I come apart underneath him.
When Noah feels me slowing down, coming back to reality, he picks up his pace. I’m so sensitive. It’s like I can feel every little thing about him. His tip, his ridge, and even his thick veins. “Watching you come on my cock is going to send me over the edge.”
With one last thrust he pulls out and I watch as he paints my stomach with his cum. A smile breaks out across his face, and I find mine reflected in his.
He disappears into the connecting master bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth to clean me off.
“Shower?”
“Yes, please.” I realize that I didn’t intend to come over, or sleep over. I look down at my naked lower half and around the room at our clothes strewn across the floor. “I might need to borrow some clothes.”
He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. “No problem.”
It’s huge with one big shower head on the ceiling and smaller ones on the side walls behind a glass sliding door. The black tile gleams under the heated overhead lamps.
In the shower I soap up a washcloth and run the cologne-scented bubbles over Noah’s strong body, careful of his bruised ribs. I could really get used to this.
After we finish in the shower, I step away from my towel and into the sweatpants Noah brought me. They’re navy blue with a Hurricanes logo by the pocket and a drawstring. I have to roll them down three times to make them somewhat fit, but it’s better than nothing.
“I’ll be right back,” Noah says as he heads towards the door while I finish getting dressed.
When I’m nice and cozy in his clothes, I walk out with a plume of steam around me to find Noah waiting for me on the bed.
There’s a spread of every snack you can think of laid out before him.
My stomach growls at the sight of chips, candy, popcorn, and more.
I realize I haven’t eaten since halftime.
Noah pulls me to him, and he kisses my knuckles. I feel the kitty turn on again. Down, girl.
“How do you feel?”
“Like Jell-O.”
He snorts. “I’ll take that.”
“I’m starving, though.” He pats the space next to him and we get comfy on the pillows up against his huge leather headboard.
He picks up the TV remote. “What do you want to watch?”
“Mmm, I don’t care.”
“Have you seen the crime docu-series on a lawyer who’s stealing money from his personal-injury clients?”
At the mention of white-collar crime, my ears perk up. “Oh my God, no! Put it on!”
He smirks. “You sound as excited for fraud as you did for my cock.”
I laugh. “They’re on a similar level for me.”
Noah’s eyes flash. “I’m going to have to do something about that… make sure that my cock ranks number one over a documentary.” I feel myself blush. I’m still tingling a little from my orgasm.
We dive into our massive pile of snacks. I swear Noah kills a bag of popcorn and an entire bag of gummy worms by himself.
After I slam my body weight in salt and vinegar chips, I settle back and poke at Noah’s arm until he lifts it so I can cuddle up against him.
Thoughts about what this will mean for my sister and Mikey are breathing through my post-coital bliss. How my happiness is dependent on my family’s reliance on me. Noah seems to notice. “What are you thinking about?”
“What I’m going to say to my sister.”
His rough hand plays with my fingers. “You know it was wrong of her to use you like that, right? Just because you’re family doesn’t mean she gets to treat you that way.
If a stranger did that to you, we’d be calling it blackmail.
” I hate that he’s right. “You need to decide what you’re willing to do to help out and what you’re not.
They’re allowing Sarah to treat you like this and she’s taking full advantage of it.
I mean, why can’t your parents give her money?
What does Audrey want? Does she want to babysit?
Does she want to deliver checks? It’s all optional because none of it’s your responsibility.
This is your life and it’s your decision to live it the way you want. ”
I’ve convinced myself that my family was disappointed in me, but we’ve never talked about it openly.
It’s not normal to make your sister your babysitter on a family holiday.
It’s not normal to hold things over her head for money.
It’s not normal to feel like you have to earn your parents’ affection back because you disappointed them with your life choices.
Anyone besides myself would have seen it.
He places a soft kiss on my head. “Nothing has to be decided tonight.” I rest my head back against him and watch the lawyer get his comeuppance. Eventually the steadiness of his breathing, the sureness of him next to me, and his oven-like warmth lulls me to sleep.