Chapter 25 #2
Noah didn’t give me time to overthink it.
His mouth found mine with a hunger that felt earned, not rushed, like he’d been holding himself together all day and finally let go.
The kiss was deep and full and unashamed, his hands sliding to my waist and holding me there like he needed to feel exactly where I was.
I melted into him, the solid press of his body against mine sending heat straight through my chest.
He kissed me like he was relieved. Like every worry, every sharp edge from the day had finally found a place to settle down.
My fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer, and he made a low sound that vibrated against my mouth, something raw and unfiltered.
When he finally broke the kiss, it was only to rest his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard, my pulse loud in my ears.
“I missed you,” he said quietly, like it was a confession and not a fact.
I didn’t answer with words. I kissed him again, slower this time, letting the moment stretch instead of ignite, my hands sliding up his chest, over his shoulders, memorizing the strength there.
He nudged the door shut with his foot and backed me against it, one hand braced beside my head, the other warm and steady at my hip.
His mouth traced a path along my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my lips, like he was learning me all over again.
I could feel the restraint in him, the way he was choosing control even as his hands explored, reverent instead of demanding.
When his fingers slid into my hair and tilted my face up, the kiss that followed was slower, deeper, full of intention. It wasn’t about urgency anymore. It was about connection, about being here together after everything the day had thrown at us.
He rested his forehead against mine again, eyes dark and focused, his thumb brushing along my cheek. “I know we need to talk, about a lot of things, but first…I played well today.”
“Hm.” I licked my lips, my face hot. “You played so well today. You were a beast, Noah. You were a force on the field.” I placed my hands on his shoulders, nudging him backward until he sat on the bed. “Good boy.”
He shuddered, his eyes fluttering shut as I slid out of my leggings and panties.
I quickly undid my bra and threaded it through my sleeve, all while he watched me with those eyes.
He stared at me like I was the most important thing in the world, and it was addicting.
Thrilling. “Is this what you wanted, Noah? Me wearing your jersey?”
“God.” He swallowed hard, his chest heaving as he gripped the edge of the bed. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
I believed him. In all my years, I’d never felt this drunk on power. I’d never felt this wanted. My body lit up, and the memory of his mouth on me, the way he made me orgasm lived in the back of my mind. My skin heated, my nipples tightening with need as I wanted to reward him.
“Is that so?” I licked my lips, and he trailed the movement, his pupils dilating as I stepped in between his thighs. “Prove it.”
“Fuck, baby.” He groaned as he placed his hands on my ass, kneading my flesh. “Jesus Christ.”
I had never felt so bold or brazen. I wanted to try everything. Anything. All of it with him. My core throbbed, pulsating with need to be touched by him. “Feel how wet I am. For you.”
He kept one hand on my ass, then trailed the other over my hip, on my lower belly before he teased my pussy. His gaze remained on me, hot and obsessed, as he slid a finger through my wetness. Then Noah whimpered. “Let me taste.”
“This is about you, Noah.”
“As I said, let me taste. I deserve it. Please?” He sat up, got onto his knees, and lifted up the jersey so my pussy was on display. “One lick? One taste?”
“I-I wanted to pleasure you.”
“You can, but I need this. I haven’t tasted you in three days, and I’m dying.” He ran his nose along my skin, licking my thigh as my legs parted more. “Say yes, baby.”
“Yes,” I whispered, bringing my hands to his hair to balance myself.
It had been three days, and the second he brought his tongue to my pussy, I saw stars.
“Noah,” I panted, my eyes going crossed.
The sensation was too much and not enough.
It was pleasure and pain and delirium. My thighs trembled, and I gripped his hair harder, panting as he licked me hard and fast. He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicked it fast, and I lost my balance.
My knees gave out, but he caught me and tossed me on the bed.
“You are divine,” he growled. “Goddamn it, I want to defile you.” He licked my entire thigh, up over my stomach, pulling the jersey up and sucking a nipple into his mouth. “Better than I remember. God, Em.”
I shuddered, overcome with the heat and want and lust and throbbing. “Noah, Noah, wait.”
“Why?” He sucked my other breast, his other hand coming between my thighs and teasing. He rubbed my clit, his thumb swirling over it with a madness. “When I’m with you like this, you’re all I see.”
My heart thrummed with that comment. No man had ever said that, meant it the way he did, and my chest physically ached with want and dreams. I trembled as the orgasm neared, the unfamiliar yet obvious tingle only Noah could produce.
“Noah,” I panted again, my thoughts scrambling. “This is… this is about you, n-not me.”
“This is about me.” He sucked my nipple again, biting down hard as he thrust two fingers inside. “Let me hear you come once, then you get a turn.”
I moaned a “yes” as he touched me everywhere. My skin caught fire, the flames dancing along every nerve ending until it burst into a wave of pleasure. “Noah!”
“Yes, let me give you this,” he murmured against my skin.
I writhed around, but he held me in place, encouraging me and kissing me and teasing me until the pleasure capped and I could breathe again. I gasped for air, my eyes fluttering as I stared up and found him smiling at me. “Wh-what?”
“New favorite thing. Your face when you come.” He bent down and bit my lower lip. “Now, what were you wanting to do to me, Sanders? Show me how I was such a good boy?”
Without warning, he flipped us over so I was on top of him. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, sighing with a deep rumble vibrating his whole body. I heated everywhere from the gesture. It was so hot, so dirty.
I’d given head before. Jace loved it. Wanted it all the time, and I did it because I thought I had to.
A blow job was what was expected. But now?
I wanted Noah to feel how I did. Wanted.
Cherished. Turned on. Wild. I bent low, kissed him hard, and when he craned his neck to keep the kiss going, I shook my head. “You lay there.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I ran my hands up his stomach, over his strength and muscles and couldn’t believe I could touch him like this. That he wanted me to. I met his lust-filled gaze and bent down to trail my tongue over his stomach. “Does this feel good?”
“God, yes.”
I slid my hands in his joggers, tugging them down as his very hard, very rigid cock popped out. “No boxers?”
“No.” He groaned as I gripped his shaft and pumped him. “Goddamn, Em. Your hands feel so fucking good.”
“How do you think my mouth will feel then?”
The answering sound was half wild animal, half Noah.
I chuckled as I took him in my mouth and sucked.
He was huge, which wasn’t surprising. He was a massive dude, and I had to use my hand at the base because I couldn’t take him deep enough.
I wanted him to shake. I wanted him to feel how much I loved this new thing between us, how safe I felt. And turned on.
“Fuuuck, Em.” He fisted my hair, urging my head in more. “Yes, take my cock in your mouth, baby.”
I picked up my pace. I hollowed out my cheeks, played with his balls, and continued my unrelenting blow job.
Sweat pooled on my forehead, and his thighs grew damp and twitched every few seconds.
His groans grew, and his grip tightened on my hair.
I kept going despite the reflex to gag, despite the tears.
This was about him. I adjusted my position, so I kneeled on the bed next to him, and without warning, he reached out and dragged his fingers through my pussy.
His arms were so long he could reach me from the back as I sucked him.
“Goddamn, Em. Yes. Yes.”
He thrust his fingers into me, and I moaned on his cock. I moaned hard as he curled his fingers at the end. “Ohmy,” I whined, unable to say the words. “Mm.”
He picked up his pace, and I picked up mine. Then, when my hair was everywhere and sweat covered our bodies, his breathing changed, and he grunted as he tapped me. “I’m gonna come. You can stop.”
I shook him off. I wanted to taste him. I needed to taste him.
“Em, baby, if you don’t stop—”
I sucked harder, stroking and sucking when his orgasm hit him. His entire body tensed, and he tugged my skin and hair as he moaned my name in the sexiest, deepest, most tantalizing way I had ever heard. It was sexy and growly. “Em…Em…fuck.”
I swallowed every drop of him, then rested my head on his stomach.
His fingers were still inside me, his other hand on my head as he exhaled, hard.
My mouth hurt, my eyes watered. I was a mess.
Makeup probably everywhere. But I didn’t care.
I felt on top of the world. A tug formed low in my gut.
The fact I got him off turned me on. His pleasure enhanced mine, and I arched my hips, thrusting slightly. My body did it on its own.
“Does my girl need more?”
“I-I don’t know.” My eyes were closed, I was still on his stomach, when his fingers moved inside me again. “Oh, oh.”
“You’re clenching around my fingers. Did sucking my cock get you hot? You’re soaked again, Em. All because my cock was in your mouth.”
“Yes.” I whined when his fingers left me. “Wait—what?”
He flipped me over, captured my mouth with his, and kissed me hard. It was teeth and tongue, sucks and kisses. “I need to taste myself on you. Fuck, you taste decadent.” He kissed down my neck. “Have you ever come twice, Em?”
I shook my head, excited at the thought he wanted to try. “No.”
“Mm, then I’d be honored.” He stared down at me, his gaze dark and warm at the same time. Like he wanted to love me and destroy me. “I’m going to suck your clit until you come, then I’m gonna clean you up.”
I shuddered. “If you’re like this every time you come home, then I can’t wait for the next away game.”
He chuckled, but it turned dark as he moved between my thighs and got to work.