57. Noah
I loved seeing True in my bed. Not because she was waking up or falling asleep. Just because she wanted to be close to me while she read.
It was Sunday afternoon and we were home alone because Greyson was in Charlotte until later today, taking care of something.
True’s long limbs were spread out like a starfish while she listened to an audiobook on her phone, only one ear of her headphones in because she kept pausing the book to tell me how much she loved the female narrator’s voice.
“I’m gonna shoot my shot when it’s time to cast my next audiobook,” she told me, excitement coloring her words.
Getting on the bed with her, I grabbed her leg, massaging her calf. She hissed and I knew it was because she was sore.
From dancing.
From skiing.
From whatever she did with Grey yesterday.
The past forty-eight hours had been hectic and I wanted to undo some of that. Kissing the inside of her ankle, I smiled when her lids grew heavy and she relaxed deeper into the bed.
“What’s your next book about?” I asked, digging into her calf and massaging the tightness away. “Or is it bad luck to talk about it while you’re still writing?”
I didn’t know how superstitious she was, and I didn’t want to jinx her.
True groaned, inhaling sharply. “No…not bad luck,” she moaned, her eyes rolling when I went over her calf again. “That feels good, Noah. Please don’t stop,” she begged.
Brushing my lips across her ankle again, I laughed dryly. “Tell me about your book, True.”
“It’s a second chance romance…” she closed her eyes, grimacing before the pain gave way to pleasure. “Between college sweethearts who moved to other sides of the world to start their careers after graduation. Now they’re home for homecoming and…fuck, Noah, your hands are amazing.”
I reached her thighs, my fingers manipulating the muscles until she let out a soft sigh.
“How many years has it been since they saw each other?”
“Ten.”
I moved to her other leg, starting at her calf all over again. True scooted closer to me, seeking out my touch.
“Did either one of them get married? Start a family?” My curiosity got the best of me even though it looked like she was close to fighting sleep.
“She did. But she got divorced two years before the book starts. He never married.”
“Damn, so he been feening for her this whole time?”
True bit down on her bottom lip when my fingers grazed her inner thigh. “Yea. Something like that,” she breathed.
“How far have you gotten?” I didn’t know when it happened, but the anxiety I used to have about her finishing her book and disappearing had lessened. It wasn’t nonexistent, but it didn’t consume all my thoughts like it used to.
“I think I’m like halfway done. I typed chapter twenty yesterday. And my outline has forty.”
“I’m proud of you, True,” I whispered, moving her legs so that they were on either side of me. I rubbed over her hips, massaging and caressing. “I remember the days you looked like you were gonna cry because you couldn’t find the words. And now you halfway through a whole ass book.”
A tender smile teased her lips. “Thanks, Noah.”
“Mhm.” All she had on was panties and a T-shirt, so I pushed the shirt up over her stomach and grabbed the waist of her panties.
“Noah…”
“I’m not tryna fuck you, True, I just wanna taste you.” I got her panties past her hips and she lifted up, letting me pull them down her legs.
My eyes didn’t stray from her pussy, obsessed with how perfect every inch of her body was.
“You can just lay there; I’ll take care of you.”
True laughed, shaking her head against the bed. “So romant?—”
Her words were swallowed by a whimper when my lips landed on her sex.
I banded my arms around her waist and laid on my stomach in front of her, holding her in place so I could taste her.
The heady scent of her arousal had me nudging her with my nose, getting her wetness all over my face before I buried it between her legs again.
My tongue pushed past her folds.
Circling her clit.
Licking at her entrance.
Tasting her and branding her at the same time.
I wanted her pussy to memorize the way my tongue felt the same way I wanted to know her body inside and out.
She tasted so good and she sounded even better, moaning for me.
Her hand found the back of my head, but she was too weak to hold it in place while my tongue vibrated against her swollen clit.
“Noah,” she cried, her hand still on top of my head while she heaved.
“Do you know how good you are?” I kissed along her thighs, knowing she couldn’t answer. I wanted to give her everything for the way she cared for me, unapologetically. She made me want to be better. For me. For us. There would never be anything somebody could tell me about the woman beneath me. True St. John was as good as a person could get.
I was so in love with her, it scared me.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, True.”
Light whimpers filled the room. She said my name again. And again. Sounding more and more needy every time she did.
“You taste so good. Feel so good. You know I’m never letting you go, right?”
My erection ached beneath me, rubbing against the mattress, desperate for some friction.
“Please…Noah. I—I’m gonna come,” she sobbed. “You’re gonna make me come.”
I didn’t give her any more of my taunting words, I flattened my tongue against her clit and let her grind against me, fucking my face until she shattered.
She screamed out my name and her fingers finally gripped my hair, tugging and holding me in place at the same time.
Her whole body trembled.
And her thighs closed around my ears, holding me in place while she rode out her high.
A full minute passed before her hold on me relaxed, but she didn’t let go. “Fuck, Noah. Your mouth. I almost caught a cramp from how hard you made me come.” A disbelieving laugh left her throat.
Resting my chin on her stomach, I smirked up at her, in love with the blissed out look on her face.
True cupped my cheek, biting her lip. “Now I wanna make you come.”
“I’m not fucking you while you’re this sore, baby.”
“Who said anything about fucking? I know how to make you come without sitting on your dick.”
Fuck.
My dick tried to twitch under me, but it was caged between my pants and the bed.
“Get up, Noah.”
I almost did a double take at how easily her voice had gone from soft to demanding, but I was too busy following her instructions.
I sat up, my eyes glued to her.
“Take off your pants and sit against the headboard.”
I did and she bit down on her lip, smiling lazily at me.
“Such a good boy for me.”
She could not call me good boy if she didn’t want me to come all over myself in two seconds.
“True,” I choked out roughly.
Still biting her lip, True lifted her leg and ran her foot over my calf. My dick moved on its own while I watched her in awe, needing her to tell me what to do next because I just wanted to please her. “Do you know how much I love watching you come for me, Noah?”
She stopped moving her foot and I grabbed her leg, not wanting her to move it away from me. My dick twitched again, getting precum on my lower abs.
“You’re so intense. So responsive. God, and your voice. You have no idea how wet I get when I remember your whimpers. I love you desperate for me. I love that you want to please me even if that means letting me make a mess of you.”
My dick responded to every single word she said.
Every.
Single.
Word.
If this woman talked me into a hands-free orgasm, she would never know peace again. I was already obsessed with her and the husky lilt to her words right now was driving me further into that obsession.
“God, Noah. Your dick is just as pretty as the rest of you. So fucking big. So fucking perfect.” She sat up, slipping her leg from my hold. “Will you fuck your hand for me, baby? I wanna watch you come.”
She crawled over and sat between my spread legs, moving her soft hands over my thighs. “Please, Noah? I need to know you came.”
I gave her a jerky nod, moaning at the featherlight caress of her fingertips over my lower abs. Then I closed my hand around my dick and sighed at the pressure.
True watched me fuck my hand until my hips started moving up to meet my strokes and my head hit the headboard.
“True, I’m gonna fucking come,” I whimpered.
As soon as I made that announcement, she was climbing on top of me, pushing my hand away from my dick and sitting on top of it.
I came as soon as she was seated fully on me, blacking out from the way her pussy hugged me tight, right into a fucking release.
True kissed me slowly, whispering things I couldn’t understand because I was so lost in what the fuck she’d just done.
She didn’t move until my cum was leaking out of her.
“You were so good for me.” Then she kissed my neck and whispered my name over and over again.
We spent the rest of the day in bed, talking and sleeping. Watching movies and fucking lazily one more time.
When Greyson got home that night, he woke us up with takeout. All three of us showered and got in his bed, True on his right and me on his left.
Somehow, kissing him turned into me straddling his thighs and having his dick pressed against mine while True sat on his face. I didn’t know I had another orgasm in me, but I came for him while True came on his tongue.
It was the perfect Sunday and there was nowhere else I wanted to be than with them.