17. Rory
Chapter 17
Rory
“You are quiet tonight, Gorgeous,” Noah says into my ear. I’m lying in bed with my cell to my ear, because Noah just called.
Hearing his voice while I’m in bed is dangerous. I’m trying to keep my head around him and it’s not easy. It’s one of the reasons that I have been quiet tonight. I have a lot on my mind and it all revolves around a man I want to fix, but should stay away from. A man I want, but that I know I will never have.
“Just tired tonight,” I tell him.
“Rough day at work?”
“Not really. I was on my feet a lot, but it wasn’t bad. I just got up early.”
“To bake a million cookies,” he says and the way he says it makes me smile for some reason.
“There wasn’t a million of them,” I argue, but I do it still smiling because I did make a double batch—which means there was at least fifty of them and all in their ooey-gooey glory.
“You baked a lot, Rory.”
“I enjoy baking. Did you like them?”
“They were the bomb. That’s what Ryan said.”
That makes me giggle.
“I’m glad,” I whisper, stretching in the bed, feeling sleep close by. Hearing Noah’s voice makes me warm… it’s like a drug.
“You’re in bed,” he says, his voice dropping down into this deep timbre that makes my body come alive.
“It’s late.”
“You didn’t let me hear you,” he says and I bite my lip.
“Noah—”
“Do you sleep naked, Rory?” he asks, his wicked question causing anticipation to run through me.
“Noah, I don’t think we should do this,” I caution.
“Don’t think, Gorgeous. We’re in separate rooms, what’s the harm in fantasizing?”
His question is worded so innocently, seducing me to say yes—even though I know it would be a mistake.
“I’m not sure…” I whisper, because I’m warring with myself.
“Are you naked, Rory?” he asks again.
“Yes,” I admit. I never used to, that’s something new. Something that I’ve done since the day that Noah came over and I discovered he was as lost as part of me still is.
“Fuck,” he groans and that makes me smile, because I know he likes it.
“Noah?”
“Yeah, Baby?” he asks, and that’s new. He’s never called me baby before and here in the dark, with nothing but my cover over me and his voice in my ear, I have to say I like it—really like it.
“I wish there wasn’t a wall between us.”
I swallow hard after I say the words. He won’t realize I’m not talking about a literal wall. He won’t even begin to realize how much I want to touch more than just his body. I can’t explain it and I really want to run away but I’m losing the battle. I was losing the battle to stay away from him before he called and now that he has…
I’m caving fast.
“Fuck, Baby,” he growls. “Me too.”
“I should let you go,” I tell him, suddenly sad and I don’t want him to hear it in my voice.
“Not yet, Gorgeous. First, you’re going to do me a favor.”
“I am?” I ask.
“I need you to slide your hand down between your legs, Baby.”
“Noah, I don’t think?—”
“Do it now, Rory,” he orders, his voice still soft, but now commanding as well. He wants me to do this and he’s not going to stop until I do. His dominating presence somehow fills the room even if I can only hear him through the phone.
I am blushing. I know I am. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never wanted to . Still, Noah wants this and because it’s him… I want it too.
“Okay…” I whisper as I awkwardly put my hand against my center.
“Cup that sweet pussy for me, Rory. Hold yourself and tell me what you feel.”
“Feel?” I ask, my voice so quiet that I wonder if he can hear me. I feel unsure and more than a little nervous.
“Yeah, Gorgeous. Tell me. Are the lips of your pussy smooth? Can you feel soft hair on them? Tell me.”
“Sm… smooth.”
“You shave, Rory?”
“Yeah…”
“What else? Tell me more,” he urges and I fight my nerves.
I’m almost afraid to answer. What if I get this wrong? What if I turn him off?
What if by doing this, I lose my shot at trying to fix his brokenness?
Most importantly… What if I’m fooling myself that I even can?
I push away all of my questions. I can only be myself around Noah. He’ll have to decide if he likes that or not. I can’t pretend to be something I’m not. With that in mind, I give in. The bottom line is that I want this. I want more of whatever Noah will give me. I’ll deal with the consequences later.
“I’m… I’m… it’s warm, Noah… heated… and I’m wet.”
“Fuck, Baby,” he moans in my ear and God, that sounds good. “How wet?”
“It’s… it’s covering my fingers,” I whisper and hear him inhale deeply.
“Slide your fingers between the lips of your pussy for me, Rory. Find your clit. Can you do that for me?”
I move so my heels dig into the mattress and spread my legs wider. Then, I do as he asks. I wasn’t lying. I’m so wet, I can feel my juices sliding over my fingers and even painting the insides of my thighs. My vibrator has been my best friend forever, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet. I seek out my clit that is throbbing so hard it’s almost painful. I hold my index finger and two others—each pressed against the other—and move them over my clit, slowly. I don’t even try to stop the moan that slowly rolls through me.
“That’s it. Rub that little clit for me and imagine it’s my tongue. I bet you taste so sweet. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you. Do you want me to do that, Rory? Do you want me to eat that sweet pussy?”
“Yes,” I whimper, moving my fingers faster and faster over my clit.
“I’m going to give you that and more, Rory. I’m going to bury myself in you and fuck you so hard that you come with my first thrust inside.”
“God, yes… Noah… I feel so…”
“What, Gorgeous? What do you feel?”
“Empty, Noah. I need you.”
He goes quiet and I’m afraid I revealed too much. My hand starts to slow down and my doubts begin to resurface.
“Rory,” Noah’s deep voice hits me, groaning and full of hunger. It’s so deep that it’s almost as if he’s touching me. “Take your clit in your fingers and twist it for me.”
“Oh, God.”
“That’s it, do it now.”
“I’m so wet, I can’t hold onto… Oh fuck, Noah…” I cry as I do as he asks, squeezing the pulsating button hard and then moving my fingers over it slowly. “I wish it was your tongue instead of my fingers,” I confess, imagining that in my mind. “I wish you were here…”
“Slide your fingers inside that pussy, Rory. Slide them in and out while you keep your thumb against your clit. Can you do that for me?”
“I’d do anything for you,” I confess, too lost in the moment to guard my words. “God, Noah. That feels so good,” I whisper. “But it’s not enough,” I confess, knowing I won’t be able to come like this.
“What do you need, Rory? Tell me what you need, Baby.”
“You,” I moan, unable to stop the words.
“If I was there my face would be buried in that sweet pussy. My tongue would be torturing that swollen little clit of yours. I’d be eating you while my fingers slid in and out, fucking you hard. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Rory? You’re so hungry for what I can give you, I bet you’d grind down on my face and take everything I could give you and demand more.”
“I would,” I gasp. “God, Noah, I’m so close…”
“Come for me, Rory. I need to hear you come,” Noah urges.
“I’m close,” I tell him again, and I am. I can feel it barreling through me, and it’s ripping through me harder than any orgasm I’ve ever had. I didn’t know I could even come like this, but with Noah’s voice in my ear, who needs a vibrator.
“Damn it, Rory. Work that pussy for me and make it come. Give it to me. I need to hear you come and when you do, you better say my name,” he orders and his voice sounds harsh and thick with hunger—the same hunger inside of me.
“Noah,” I whimper, wishing he was here with me… needing him to be here with me.
“Rory, now, give it to me now,” he orders and I can’t take it anymore. My fingers move faster and faster, my pussy clenching trying to grab hold of my hand, my legs tightening so I can ride out the wave that’s about to crash over me.
“Noah.”
“Now,” he orders and just like that, I give in, my orgasm thunders through me.
I lose touch with what’s around me, as the pleasure overtakes me. I know I’m moaning Noah’s name, though I can’t be sure how loud or if he even hears me. I just know that he asked me to say his name when I came and I don’t want to disappoint him—not now.
Eventually I come down, my heart hammering in my chest and my breath ragged. I lick my lips, feeling exhausted, but still hungry.
My body knows that even with my orgasm—which is better than I’ve ever had, as sad as that fact is—there’s more out there.
My body is already craving Noah.
“You okay, Gorgeous?” Noah gently whispers.
“Oh yeah… I’m good,” I say, smiling into the phone.
“Good. I’m going to let you go,” he whispers, and I bite my lip to keep from begging him not to.
“What about… I mean… your turn?” I ask, stumbling over the words, my shyness coming back now that the heat of the moment is gone.
“I’ll get mine tomorrow. Do you work?”
“Uh… it’s my day off…”
“Good, then I’ll bring breakfast. You just be ready,” he growls and the way he growls is hot and my body has gone from somewhat satisfied to needing more… now . At the same time, I’m nervous. What we just shared over the phone is one thing…
Am I ready for more… even if my body definitely is?
“Goodnight, Noah,” I whisper, keeping my doubts to myself.
“Goodnight, Gorgeous. Get some sleep.”
“O…kay…” I answer, but he hangs up before I get the entire word out. I’m left holding my cellphone and wondering if I’m emotionally ready for tomorrow.