Chapter 21 #2
He licked the side of his lip, his nostrils flaring for a beat before he smiled again. “I’d love to earn that sound, Em. I plan to earn that sound.” He stood, gently leaning me back so my back was on the table, on top of the puzzle. “But the question is… how should I?”
I shuddered again as he placed a hand on my neck, his finger brushing the base of my pulse. “Noah,” I pleaded, unsure what I wanted. My body was on fire. We were fully clothed. I was so turned on, and it made no sense.
“Do you like this?” He gently squeezed my neck before releasing it. “Or this?” He bent down and nipped my earlobe. “Or something more like this?”
He dragged his hand from my neck, over my chest so his palm grazed my beaded nipple. The touch alone had me arching off the table. “Oh, you like this?” He did it again, his palm over my clothes and bra, and I moaned. “Yes, give me that sound.”
He leaned back and placed his hands on my waist and, slowly, like torture, lifted my shirt up further and further. He stopped once it got to my bra. He stared at my stomach, jaw tight and eyes wild. Then, he kissed my stomach and dragged his tongue up over my belly toward the lace of my bra. “Em?”
“Hm?” My head fell against the table, the pleasure and lust swirling my thoughts into completely unhinged territory. I wanted him to rip my clothes off. Ravage me. Then and there.
“Can I take your shirt off?”
“Y-you’re asking?” I pushed onto my elbows and found him staring at me with wide eyes. The new expression on his face was one I hadn’t seen before. It was pure want.
“I’m always going to ask.” He swallowed. “Please. Please let me.”
Noah’s hands shook on my waist, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. The thought of him being affected made me hotter, made me shake. I nodded, arching my hips up to touch more of him.
“Words. Tell me. Use my name.”
“Take off my shirt, Noah. Touch me.”
He moaned, resting his forehead against my bare stomach as he took a shuddering breath. “You might kill me. But what a way to go.”
I laughed, but it got stuck in my throat as Noah lifted my shirt higher and higher, lifting my lower back with his free hand. He slid it off my head, tossed it to the side, then smiled at me. “W-what?”
“Your glasses.” He adjusted them on my nose, his lips curving to the side. Then his gaze moved down to my bra, the old purple lace frayed on the sides. It wasn’t super nice, but I couldn’t afford nice or new.
When was the last time I washed it? He was used to sexy bras and push-up bras. My skin burned with worry and humiliation when he swallowed so loudly it clicked. He stared at my chest, lips parted, eyes unblinking.
“I know it’s not much,” I said, voice shaking. He wasn’t moving. He was in shock. Maybe with regret? “Noah, it’s okay. We can—”
“Fuck me.” He bent down and ran his nose along my cleavage, pushing my breasts together as he groaned. “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this? Do you? A million. At least.”
“Wait.” I froze, the shock of his words hitting me in the heart. “What?”
He cupped my breasts, inhaling hard as he met my eyes.
“I’ve thought about this for years. The feel of you under me.
The softness of your skin. The sounds you make.
” He rubbed his lips together. “The color of your nipples. The shape of them when I suck them. Holy shit, Em.” Noah closed his eyes, still frozen.
I used that time to lean up and take off my bra. I lay on his table, chest bare, heart racing, as Noah remained with eyes closed. “Noah, look at me. Taste me. Find out the sounds I make when you suck them.”
He snapped. His mouth parted again as his eyes flared.
His expression wasn’t a normal lust-filled one either.
It was manic, frenzied. He bent down and squeezed one breast in his hand, my nipple hard and prickling with want.
He then sucked. His mouth was warm, hot and hurried as he sucked my beaded tip with a tenderness that I hadn’t expected.
I thought he’d be wild and intense, but no.
Noah teased my nipple with his tongue, then teeth, all gentle and soft.
He moved to the other one and repeated the process, each lash of his tongue causing a ripple of heat to shoot down my body.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, arching my hips as Noah played with my breasts and nipples. He was unreachable at this point. I pulled his hair, mewing as pleasure and pressure built in my core. “Noah, Noah.”
“Perfect. You are perfect.” His voice was a rumble of lust and passion and reverence.
He dragged his tongue down my stomach again, biting to the right of my belly.
His body made small movements toward me, like he was thrusting into the air, and the notion my body turned him on got me hotter than before.
“I could spend hours here. Can I? Just, leave me here.”
“Noah,” I chuckled, the sound quickly turning into a moan. “Your mouth feels so good.”
“You like my teeth.” He tugged a nipple in his mouth, looking up at me with it still in his mouth. He pulled it, then released it. “You moan when I do that.”
I groaned when he released it, fascinated by how quickly he was learning my body. “I-I didn’t know I liked that so much.”
“I want to learn everything. What you like, love, hate, or fantasize about, baby.” He sucked again, this time, his brows furrowing.
He bucked, his eyes wide as he moaned, loud and deep and sudden.
His eyes almost crossed as he moaned against my breast, sweat beading along his forehead as he eventually stilled.
My mind was slow to catch up. It was almost… as if… ”Noah?” I asked, my heart racing. “What happened?”
His ears turned red, but he didn’t stop teasing or sucking. If anything, he moved faster now. “I’d be embarrassed, but I can’t seem to find it in me.”
“Embarrassed?”
“Yes, Em.” He kissed my stomach again, then dragged his face between my thighs, over the leggings I wore. “I just came in my pants. Because of you. Your sounds. Your body.” He groaned as he dragged his nose over the wet spot of my pants. “Fuck, you smell so good I could come again.”
“Wait.” I sat up, pushing up as I stared at him. “You came in your pants.”
“Yes.” He flashed a smile, glancing down as a wet spot formed on the outside of his gray sweats. “I don’t even care. You are a walking fantasy, one I’ve dreamed about for literal years. But now we have a problem.”
“Problem?” I repeated, still unable to grasp what he was saying. He dreamed of me? He came… in his pants because of me?
“You haven’t come yet, baby, and I need to know how you sound.” He rubbed his lips together, a new focus on his face. “Do you want to show me how you get yourself off?”
“What?” My face burned red, his question so forward and hot. No one spoke to me like this. Ever.
“I’m happy to take care of you however you want, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. So how do you want to come? Your fingers, mine, my mouth, a toy?”
“Noah.” I swallowed, too hot and bothered and wild with lust and questions. “I don’t… this is…I can’t…”
“Hey, shh.” He leaned forward, kissing the side of my mouth, then my lips.
He was gentle, reassuring. “You’re tense.
Your legs are shaking. You’re close to coming, and I want to help you.
I’m desperate and also need to hear you orgasm.
I’ve envisioned it for years, baby. I’m telling you.
But if you want to stop, I’ll stop. You’re in charge. ”
“No one talks to me like this,” I blurted out, thinking of all the horrible things my ex said to me. Then the two random hookups that made me feel used. “Jace told me I was boring. That’s why he cheated.”
“Oh, honey.” Noah’s voice turned tender, even more gentle. “Jace was a piece of shit and wrong. So completely wrong. You are remarkable, and I’m going to make it my life’s mission to remove any thought of him from your mind.”
Tears sprang to my eyes, one escaping. I felt so foolish. So stupid. I was crying after someone was kind to me. And of course, it was Noah.
“Hey, whoa.” He bent over and kissed the tear, wiping the remnants with his thumb. “Explain this.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Em, honey, no reason to apologize at all.” Noah helped me sit up, nothing but concern over his face. “What’s wrong?”
“This is so embarrassing,” I squeaked out, hiding my face behind my hands. “You’re being so nice to me and telling me how I attracted you are to me, and I just…I’m not used to someone being nice like this, and I have hang-ups.”
“We all have hang-ups. There’s nothing we can’t work through. I promise you that.” He ran his hand up and down my bare back, his lips pressing against my temple. “Here.”
He took off his shirt and put it over me, the worried crease between his brows still there. “Did…let me go change, and I’ll be back in two seconds, okay?”
I nodded, not sure if I’d be able to walk away if I wanted to.
I was rooted to the spot, my fears and insecurities and baggage all coming up in full flare.
I wasn’t enough for anyone. Not my parents, not my ex.
Noah would realize it too. But when I glanced up at him before he walked away, he ran a hand through his hair, tension all over his forearm.
His chest was bare, strong, and holy shit.
He was so hot it was unfair.
He gripped his hair hard, faced me, his mouth in a firm line. “Did I fuck this up?”
I frowned. “What?”
“I fucked this up. Goddamn it.” Then, he spun around and disappeared down the hall.