Chapter 5
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Zara
Noah sucking her tits with enthusiasm had not been on her BINGO card for how her night would end.
Not that she was complaining.
When she’d run from the room after witnessing him trying to calm himself down from some sort of apparent anxiety or panic attack, she’d assumed that her plan of asking him for one night of sex had gone out the window.
Then he showed up at her hotel room.
Another thing that had not been on her BINGO card.
Now she was humping his leg, trying to get him to fuck her, but he was taking his damn time.
“I need you.” No truer words had ever been spoken.
Fuck. This wasn’t good. She didn’t need anyone. This was supposed to be one time. She had to remember that.
“I know exactly what you need,” he murmured against her skin, making her tingle all over at his demanding tone.
She didn’t like demanding. She was the demanding one.
Wasn’t she?
His lips, tongue, and teeth took her on a journey to a place she’d never been to. Her tits felt used and abused by the time he moved down her stomach, using his wicked skills there as his fingers feathered down her side. The man had a mouth on him, and that sort of shocked her. She’d expected him to fuck her and fuck her hard, not to leave her on edge with his delicious form of torture.
He moved lower on the bed, spreading her thighs apart. Her leg jerked at his touch against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and her pussy pulsed at the thought of what he was hopefully going to do.
“You want my mouth on this pretty pussy?” His teeth skimmed along her hip bone. “My tongue fucking you while you beg me to give you more.”
Her mouth was dry as she panted, his dirty words making it hard for her to talk. “Y—yes. Please.”
Had she ever begged during sex? Probably, but it had never felt like actual begging. It was more like begging just because she wanted the orgasm. This was begging specifically for Noah.
She needed his mouth on her.
His. Mouth.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He ran a finger slowly down her center.
She moaned, swiveling her hips to try and get more pressure. He was having none of it.
He pressed his other palm flat against her stomach, lifting his gaze to hers. “You like that.” He did it again, her pussy clenching, wishing he would put the damn finger inside her.
“Noah.” Her voice sounded foreign to her ears. “I need more.”
He gave her a devastating smile, one she’d seen him use on the media many times, and then a cocky wink. “So do I.”
“Take it. Take what you want.” She was begging again, but she didn’t fucking care.
He dipped his head between her legs, and before she knew it, his mouth was on her pussy. Not tentative, not gentle. He devoured her like a starved man. She cried out, her body bowing off the bed, already on the verge of orgasm.
She had an easy trigger when it came to orgasms, but this was fast even for her.
Because, of course, it was.
Noah was not going to make it easy to keep this at one night.
She reached down, gripping his hair in both her hands. His palm was still on her stomach, holding her down, and the feeling was overwhelming. His tongue was lapping up and down her pussy, his teeth grazing over her clit every few seconds. Every part of what was happening, the hand on her stomach, his previous words, and his magic tongue had her so close, that the next pass of his tongue over her clit had her coming.
Loudly.
“Oh shit, oh damn, oh fuck.” Words tumbled out of her mouth as her body rode out the pleasure Noah had given her.
Was still giving her from the feel of his mouth against her pussy.
He didn’t stop, didn’t let up, just ate her through her orgasm until she was building toward another one.
It was smaller, cresting quickly and leaving her wanting more.
“Jesus,” he lifted his head, swiping his arm over his mouth to wipe away some of the wetness, “your body never stops.”
She was staring at his mouth, loving that he wore her orgasm as a badge. “Kiss me.” The two words were almost desperate. She wanted to taste herself on him. To know what they tasted like together.
He crawled up her body, lowering his head but stopping a hair’s breadth from her mouth. “Does it make you hot to know I ate you to two orgasms?”
She held his gaze and tried to find her confident self for a good comeback. “I feel like it might have made you just as hot.”
“Fuck yeah, it did. I’d eat you for hours if that’s what you wanted.”
She shivered at the thought. “Right now, I want your lips on mine.” She lifted her hand, gripping his head and pulling him the rest of the way to her.
She was right. He tasted good. Better than when she’d kissed him before. There was something about kissing him with her taste on his mouth. It was weirdly taboo to some, and even for her, it wasn’t something she loved or had to have. She did it, sure, but she could take it or leave it.
Not with Noah. She craved their mutual taste.
They kissed for long minutes, both of them content to just relish in the feel of it. When she was ready for more, she pushed him back a little. “I need you to fuck me.”
His face lit up but, after a second, fell. “I don’t think I have a condom.”
She almost laughed at how dejected he looked, but she decided not to and instead put him out of his misery with good news. “Good thing I always have some with me. Bathroom, in my travel bag.”
He practically ran to the bathroom and was back in mere seconds, holding up two condoms. “I could kiss you for always being prepared.”
“Then put one of those on and kiss me while your dick is inside me.” She squirmed in anticipation of what was to come.
He pushed his boxer briefs down his legs, giving her the first glimpse of his dick.
And my, what a dick it was.
Long, thick, and hard.
So fucking hard.
She’d felt it and knew he was a decent size.
This was more than decent.
Just what she liked. Small dicks were all fine and dandy, but big dicks were her jam. The bigger, the better. She knew women who couldn”t handle a big dick. They hurt or caused pain, and she understood that. None of that was an issue for her. Big and thick was what her body craved. Even her favorite vibrator was porn star size, and she could take it like a champ.
In fact, she’d stopped using it for a few months about a year ago because the real thing wasn’t doing it for her like it’d used to.
Noah’s dick was not going to have that problem.
She was pretty sure she saw his hands shake as he rolled the condom down his very impressive dick.
Was he nervous?
That would be an interesting turn of events. She thought she was the only one who was nervous.
He leaned over her, his hand caressing her cheek. “How do you want this?”
Why was that so hot? “Hard and fast,” she answered honestly, practically salivating at what was to come.
His eyes burned with desire. “That’s good because I’m not sure I can do it any other way.” He reached between them, rubbing the tip of his dick against her. “Fuck this is going to feel so good.”
She lifted her hands, wrapping them around his neck. No words were necessary as he started to slide inside her. Her body adjusted to his size immediately, and because she wanted all of him, she lifted her hips to make it happen faster.
“Holy shit,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”
“Show me how good.”
He slammed the rest of the way inside her and then pulled out and slammed in again. They both groaned at the intensity of the pleasure. But it didn’t stop there. He pulled all the way back out again before once again thrusting forward. He did it repeatedly, hard and fast, just how she wanted it.
It felt beyond incredible, and she somehow wanted more. She picked up her legs, wrapping them around his back and tilting her hips to make him go even deeper.
His eyes went molten.
His thrusts went from hard to powerful. He took her request to fuck to the next level.
The man deserved a medal for his ability to follow directions to a tee.
She held on for dear life and let him fuck her within an inch of her life. Her breathing was ragged, and her vision blurred. After already having two orgasms, she would have thought a third one would have taken a little longer.
Not with Noah.
He could get her there in only minutes, no matter what.
Because, of course, he could.
One night of sex with him was out the window. Any man who could make her come three times in twenty minutes was a man she needed to keep having sex with. The question would be if she wanted more than sex.
That was not a question she was prepared to answer.
Her body contracted, and she writhed and moaned as he drove into her continuously at a fierce pace. Her release barreled through her as she clutched at his back and tightened her hold on him with her legs. Her body never wanted it to end, and Noah was doing a pretty damn good job of making that happen. A long continuous orgasm that rocked her soul.
Then he went wild.
His hips bucked even harder, and the noises and groans coming from him were feral. She urged him on, and after only a few more deep thrusts, he shouted her name, tensing up as his orgasm pulsed through him.
She moaned at the sensation and, for the first time in her life, almost wished there was no condom.
She’d never, not once, had sex without a condom.
Where the fuck had that thought come from?
His face was buried in the crook of her neck, and his lips and tongue were teasing and sucking her skin.
“I’m going to get rid of this condom, and then we”re doing that again.” His words were muffled, but she heard him.
“I might need a minute.” Surely he did too.
He lifted his head. “You can have exactly that. A minute. But when I come back, you’re going to ride my cock while I suck your tits.”
Her pussy clenched.
“Jesus, don’t do that until I come back.” He pulled out, both of them groaning.
She already missed the feeling of him inside her. “Don”t you need more than a minute?” She stretched out her legs and raised her arms above her head.
“If you think my dick will get soft anytime soon, knowing that I have you naked and in bed, you’re sorely mistaken.” She heard the water run for a second before turning off, and then he was back, standing in the bathroom doorway, the light illuminating his chiseled body.
She bit down on her lip, groaning inwardly at how fucking sexy he was. “You know, just because we had sex doesn”t mean I don’t still dislike you.” She needed to remember that as much as she needed him to know it.
His lips tilted into a smile. “You like me a little. Admit it.” His hand gripped his still-hard cock, stroking it up and down. “Or at least you like my dick.”
She wasn’t sure she had it inside her to deny that. “Why don’t you put that other condom on, lie down on this bed, and we”ll see how much I like your cock while I ride it.”
His eyes heated, and before she knew it, he was on the bed, under her, his hard cock nudging her pussy.
“Uh uh,” she shook her head. “This is my show.” She rocked against him. “We’re going to go at my pace.” She pressed her palms flat against his muscular chest and ground on his dick. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his fingers dug into the skin on her hips.
“Does my pussy feel good against your cock?” She loved talking dirty almost as much as she loved to hear dirty talk.
“Fuck yeah. You’re so wet already.”
“That’s because of you. Because I can’t wait to fuck this big dick.”
He groaned, his fingers digging into her skin harder. “Then do it. Put me out of my misery.”
She grinned, leaning forward to place a hard kiss on his mouth. “I don’t think so. I think you deserve to be teased a little first. Maybe I’ll grind against you until I come, or maybe I’ll rip this condom off and suck you off.”
He was panting with need. “As much as I want your mouth on me, I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want you riding me with my dick so deep, you’ll feel me for days.”
His words had her body tightening. “Then hold on while I get myself off first.” She gyrated and swiveled her hips, rubbing her clit on his dick, moaning each time. She never took her eyes off his as she worked her pussy over his dick. His dirty words of encouragement spurred her on.
“Rub that pussy all over my dick. Get it nice and wet before I slide inside you.”
She leaned forward to change the pressure, and he used the opportunity to lick her nipple. She cried at the sensation. “Do it again.”
He did and then sucked her nipple into his mouth, the erotic sounds he was making bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Not to mention the feel of his warm mouth on her nipple.
The pressure was building inside her fast, and her body took over, leaving her brain out of it. She slid back and forth over his cock feverishly. When he bit down on her nipple, she came hard, screaming out as the orgasm rode through her.
Noah wasted no time thrusting inside her, even as her body was pulsing and shaking.
“Oh fuck.” Her pussy contracted around his cock tightly, loving the feel of him inside her while she rode out her release.
“Go again,” he demanded, thrusting into her repeatedly. “Show me how you love riding my cock. Come all over me again.”
Her first orgasm barely ended when the second one was beginning. She whined and moaned and panted as it took her by surprise. Her hips never stopped moving, and Noah never stopped pounding into her from below.
His athletic prowess was coming in handy, that was for sure.
“Fuck yeah. Right there.” He held her still, digging his fingers into her hips again as he let his own release come.
She had no choice but to collapse down on top of him. She was weak and exhausted, and completely spent.
And totally fucked.
Noah had pleased her in a way that no other man had in a while. The sex was magnificent, but the problem was, now that it was over, she was hoping like hell he’d stay and let her lay her head on his chest while she ran her fingers over his muscles.
She’d never wanted that before.
His hands stroked over her back as their breathing returned to normal. “You have a funny way of showing your dislike for me.”
There was the cocky swagger she loved so much.
No, not loved. Hated. She hated that cocky swagger.
She lifted her head, taking in his relaxed expression and the satisfaction in his eyes. She wondered if she looked the same. “When you shut your mouth and fuck me, I don’t dislike you as much.”
“Except, from what I can tell, you like it when I talk.”
She sat up, rolling off him. “I like when you talk dirty. Not the same thing.” She watched as he sat up, the muscles in his back rippling. When he stood to walk to the bathroom, she admired his tight ass.
Fuck, it was excellent.
“I guess I just have to talk dirty to you all the time.” He returned from the bathroom, completely comfortable in his nakedness, sitting on the side of the bed. “What now?”
She hadn’t expected that. For him to just ask what was next. “Um, I don’t know.”
He studied her. “I mean, do you want me to go or....”
This was her chance. She could tell him to go, and that would be the end. When she opened her mouth, that’s not what came out. “Are you hungry? We could get some food.”
If he was shocked at her answer, he didn’t show it. “I’m actually starving. “ He leaned down toward the floor, and when he rose back up, he had his shirt and shorts in his hands. He tossed her his shirt. “Put this on, and we can order something.”
She was dumbfounded at his authority. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
He was already standing and pulling on his shorts. “I mean, if you want to walk around naked, more power to you. It”ll be your fault when I can’t keep my hands off of you.”
She huffed out a breath. She almost stayed naked just to spite him but pulled the damn shirt over her head in the end. She wasn’t sure why she used his shirt when she had her own strewn around the room, but once the shirt was on and she could smell him on it, she decided this was better than her clothes any day of the week.
“Yeah, that’s not much better. Now I just want to rip my shirt off you.”
“Don”t be a neanderthal.” Secretly she loved it and wanted him to keep doing it. What was happening to her?
He pinned her with a look, saying nothing.
She shook her head to clear the lust he was putting off. “What do you want to eat?”
“I usually like to carb up after a game. Pasta with chicken or something like that.”
“There’s a great Italian place around the corner that will deliver here.” She found her phone, pulled up the website, passing the phone to him. “Pick something, and I’ll order it.”
While he perused the menu, she went around the room, picking up a few things. In her work life and home life, she was meticulous that everything had a place. When she traveled, it was a totally different story. She let loose and left things everywhere and never cleaned up after herself.
“I never would have guessed that you were messy.” She turned her head to face him at the sound of his voice.
“I guess we both have secrets.” As soon as the words were out, she regretted them. “I shouldn’t have said that. Shit.”
He shrugged. “You didn’t say anything that’s not true. We all have our secrets.”
“But that was an asshole thing to say, and my messiness is not even comparable to what you go through.” She needed to learn to keep her mouth shut sometimes. At the same time, she wanted to ask him more about his panic attacks and why he had them.
“You can ask. If you want to know more about them.”
Somehow he’d read her thoughts. “I don’t want to pry, and it’s none of my business.” Both were true statements, but they did not help her curiosity.
He shrugged again, looking somehow younger. She could imagine him as a little boy shrugging at his mom when she asked him a question. “I just had my dick inside you. I think you’re allowed to ask a few questions about me.”
“Crude, but not untrue.” She threw the clothes she’d picked up into her suitcase and then sat on the bed. “Let me order the food, and then we can talk.” Talking was not a good idea. Getting to know him was even less so. She was already in deep, and this would only make it worse.
She was starting not to care.