Chapter 22 #3
“Would a man who doesn’t want to marry you do this?” Noah scoops me up and plants me against the wall.
Reflexively, I wrap my legs around his waist, and before I can get a word out, his tongue strokes over my throat. Chills race down my limbs.
“Someone could walk in on us.” I tug at the bullet hanging from his neck. “Don’t start something you’re not going to finish.”
His eyes darken. “I’m always going to make you finish.”
Liquid heat pools in my stomach. If I ever thought finally having sex with Noah would quench my appetite for him, I was gravely mistaken. I’m insatiable. My need for him has only multiplied now that I know what he’s capable of making me feel.
His hand slips between us, thumb stroking my clit. “We’re going to have to make this quick before someone comes looking for us. How fast do you think you can come for me?”
At this rate, if he keeps up that delicious pressure on my clit, I’m going to come undone in sixty seconds. Maybe less.
“Fuck me,” I pant. “And we’ll find out.”
He sinks his tongue into my mouth, tasting me. But his hand doesn’t leave my clit, and he doesn’t sheath himself inside me. So much for being in a hurry.
“Noah, please.”
“Mmm. I love hearing you beg.” At last, he answers my pleas, hand fumbling with the button on his jeans while his body keeps me pinned to the wall.
I can barely breathe with him crushing me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I need him to do this to me every day. Every inch of him pinned against me as I try and fail to writhe beneath him, to find friction where I desperately need it the most.
When his tip finally grazes against me, I brace myself, digging my nails into his shoulders.
Holy shit. We’re about to have a quickie in a stranger’s house. I really hope none of my future-in-laws walk in on us.
Oh my god, did that thought really just pop into my head? My future-in-laws? What the hell am I thinking—
“Relax, baby.” Noah’s low murmur strokes down my spine. “You’re going to take all of it this time.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat but attempt to keep my muscles relaxed. I could barely take half last time, and that was with plenty of warm-up. Does he really think I can take the whole thing?
As soon as his tip presses into my entrance, I whimper at the stretch.
Noah clamps a hand over my mouth. “Shh. Don’t let anyone hear you.”
I grin beneath his palm. Somehow, he knows my kinks before I divulge them.
Has he been reading my books?
Gradually, leisurely, Noah pushes deeper inside me. He’s patient while I stretch around him, acclimating to the intrusion as I moan behind his hand. I’m not sure how well his palm is muffling my sounds, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“Fuck, you feel incredible. This is where I belong, Summer. Every inch of my cock inside you.”
All I can do is nod and whimper my agreement.
When his tip hits my cervix, I cry out, and he stills. We’re both breathless. “You did it, sweets. You took all of it. Such a good girl.”
Yep, he’s definitely been reading my books.
Noah slides back slowly, nearly leaving me empty. Until he thrusts back in, fast. Hard.
I yelp against his hand, but he doesn’t let up as he rocks into me again. The space between my legs is already growing raw. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to take it.
With every thrust, he grinds against my clit, pleasure spiking through me. My eyes water. Between the friction against my clit and his cock buried deep inside me, I’m certain I’m going to come harder than I ever have.
“You feel so good,” I groan.
“So do you.” Between thrusts, he murmurs, “We should try doing this in a bed sometime.”
“There’s a bed right behind you.”
Without a word of warning, Noah peels me off the wall. I yelp, wrapping around him like a koala.
But we don’t make it to the bed before he drops me to the floor. The carpet brushes against my bare ass for mere seconds before Noah flips me and pulls me up onto all fours.
He barely gives me a moment to catch my breath before he enters me from behind, piercing my slick walls with renewed desperation.
I cry out at the sweet stretch, and he wraps a hand around me to cover my mouth. My muffled moans only give him permission to fuck me harder.
There’s something delicious about him wanting me so badly, he can’t wait the five seconds it would take to get me to the bed. He needs me now. Just like I need him.
“Do you like getting fucked on the floor, baby?” he pants.
“I love it.” My nails claw at the carpet, but there’s nothing substantial enough to grip onto. “Fuck me harder.”
His answering groan makes my toes curl. “Careful, Summer. You’re going to make me come before you do.”
I clench on him, and he hisses a curse.
At last, he gives me what I want. He pushes into me harder and harder. So hard and fast, my arms wobble before giving out.
The plush carpet tickles my cheek as Noah keeps rocking into my prone body.
Pleasure mounts, my heart slams against my ribcage, and the impending orgasm approaches like a tidal wave.
As my walls tighten around Noah’s cock, so does his hand on my mouth. He can sense my orgasm barreling toward me just as well as I can.
He leans down, breath grazing my ear. “That’s it. Come for me. Scream as loud as you want.”
I do exactly that. Screaming against his palm as overwhelming pleasure tears through every limb, every vein, every nerve.
How have I known Noah for months and we haven’t spent all of them doing this?
“I love when your pussy squeezes my cock.” He’s panting, voice cracking just a little. He’s close. “Like your body’s begging for my cum.”
Little does he know, that’s exactly what my body is doing. As soon as I can catch my breath and form words again, I blurt, “I want to swallow it.”
Before he can protest, I push up on shaky arms and turn to face him. His cock glistens with my arousal.
With the hand that was covering my mouth, he cradles my head, fisting my hair. “Taste yourself. Taste what I do to you.”
I smirk up at him, swirling my tongue around his tip.
He shakes his head. “Not the time for teasing. Take it like a good girl.”
I’ve barely parted my lips before Noah is pushing his cock inside, the taste of us coating my tongue.
We both groan as his tip hits the back of my throat. He doesn’t wait for me to bob my head—he thrusts his hips forward. I gag.
He hits the roof of my mouth over and over, groaning each time. For the next few days, I’ll have bruises to remind me of our quickie in a stranger’s guest bedroom.
“Relax your throat,” he urges. “You’re going to be swallowing for a while.”
Hot cum hits the back of my throat, and I choke, gag, but he doesn’t ease up. Every drop empties into my mouth, and I do my best to swallow as my eyes water.
When Noah finally releases me, I drag in a rattling breath. I’m so weak from pleasure, I can barely lift my arms.
He clutches my cheeks, brows furrowed in concern. “Are you okay?”
I nod and flash him a smile. “Never been better.”
His worry is replaced with glee. “Have I mentioned yet that you’re incredible?”
“I won’t get tired of hearing that, so feel free to keep reminding me.”
“I will. Every day.”
We smile at each other, catching our breaths, and nothing else in the world exists.
Until footsteps clatter down the hallway.
“Oh my god!” I whisper. “Someone’s coming!”
We scramble to dress, Noah helping me fix my dress after his pants are buttoned. I comb my fingers through my hair, cursing under my breath. If someone knocks on this door, if Carson’s mother catches us in here, it’ll be obvious what we’ve been up to. I’ll never live down the humiliation.
“Noah?” a sweet, feminine voice calls. Christine.
No. Please, anyone but Noah’s mother.
I search for an escape. The window? The closet? Under the bed? But I’m too late.
Without waiting to be invited in, Christine pushes the door open. “Hey, you two! You should come get some cake before Killian eats it all.” Her brows furrow as her gaze bounces between us. “Are you all right?”
Humiliation may actually melt me into the floor.
Before either of us can scramble for an excuse, she gasps. “Did you propose?”
“No!” Noah escorts her from the room, shaking his head at me with a knowing smile. His cheeks are an adorable shade of pink, but otherwise, there’s not a single clue he just came inside my mouth thirty seconds ago. “I don’t even have the ring yet, remember?”
He’s saying whatever he must to steer his mother away from the topic, but my mind fixates on one word. Yet.
“You fucked him in a stranger’s house?” Over the speaker in my car, Hazel squeals loud enough to make the audio crackle. “Wow, I’m officially jealous of your life.”
Hazel is keeping me company during my hour drive home.
I’ve started directing my fake dates for Plus One to a small city forty miles from home to avoid running into anyone in Noah’s family.
Despite our tentative breakthrough, Victoria said she was keeping an eye on me, and I don’t need to give her more reasons to be suspicious of me.
“His brother is single,” I offer. “Your type is big and buff, right? Burly men? Lumberjacks?”
“Obviously, that’s my type. I need a man who can throw me around.”
“Stalk his social media. We could have a double wedding.”
She scoffs. “You know I’m staunchly anti-marriage. And anti-relationship. Except for you. You need to marry Noah, like, yesterday.”
“I can’t believe you won’t have a double wedding with me. Some best friend.”
“It’s because I’m your best friend that I won’t agree to a double wedding. How’s that new commission going, by the way?”
“Amazing.” I smile so wide, my cheeks hurt. “I sent them the initial sketches of each scene last night, and they loved them all. They didn’t even ask for any changes. I actually don’t think anyone has loved my art that much, ever.”