Chapter 10
10
I contemplate what my one item should be as I finish up the weekend chores at my place. Usually this is a satisfying activity, but now all I can think about is getting back to Noelle. And when I can kiss her again until she’s melting in my arms.
There’s not much sentimental in my place. I didn’t have much after years in the service and then settling here to work at ACI.
Then I hit on the perfect thing. The one that will say I mean it and I’m not playing around here. The medical kit I used to stitch her up the other night. With a smug smile, I set it on the hall table and pack an overnight bag. No way am I missing an opportunity to make love to Noelle. She can push me out the door if she wants to, but I’m leading with intention all the way.
I don’t even have to go knock on the door because Bea comes to find me. “Mom says dinner will be ready in five minutes.” She’s practically beaming with delight, so I grab my bags and let her lock the door. She bounces next to me down the driveway and up the other side, holding my keys like a trophy.
Dinner is surprisingly fun. The girls don’t seem to resent my presence at all. Miranda seems downright gleeful to get a male perspective on the high school boys, despite Bea’s interjected refrain of, “Boys are stupid, why do you care?”
“And what about the Sam who called you a liar?” I tease her gently.
Her little face scrunches up. “He’s a poop head.”
Fair enough and nobody else disputes her character assessment.
“Okay girls, time to get your lunches and bags together for the morning.”
“Guess that means I should move my car out of the way, huh?” I realize thinking of the rushed school run — my first ever, I should add — from a few days ago. “Oh, and would it be easier if I dropped Bea off in the morning? Her school is on the way to the office.” I’m hesitant here to interrupt Noelle’s set routine. Maybe she doesn’t want me pushing into parenting duties so quickly, but if it makes her morning a little easier, I’m all for attempting it.
I’m surprised by Bea flinging herself in my arms and wrapping hers around my neck tightly.
“I think that’s your answer,” Noelle remarks, a smile teasing the corners of her eyes. Eventually Bea loosens her grip long enough for me to set her down on the ground again. “You can help me move my car back to my driveway, squirt.”
For the entire five minutes this takes, Bea regales me with how this is going to change her status on the playground. I can’t imagine how but to hear her tell it, it’s up there with the rich kid that has a driver.
Back inside Noelle’s, Bea bounces upstairs, excited for the morning and I go make myself useful in the kitchen. That’s where Noelle finds me. “Oh! You didn’t have to…”
Pulling her into my arms for a quick kiss, I murmur against her ear, “Not a guest, remember? Nor do I want to sit on my ass watching you do what I can manage. Plus, the sooner the chores are done, the sooner I can get you into bed.”
Her blush is sweet and adorable. “You’re staying?” she asks, almost shyly.
“Unless you’re planning on kicking me out?”
Her mute shake of the head has me contemplating how long I have to wait to get her naked and needy. Noelle peers up at me. “What item did you bring?”
I nod towards the hallway. “Medical kit.”
Her face scrunches up until I pull her towards the doorway. “Means everything important is over here, beautiful.”
Sam leads me up the stairs, pausing briefly to let me check on each of the girls. Miranda is reading with her headphones on but gives me a broad smirk and a thumbs up. Bea is already sound asleep, her stuffed elephant dangling by one leg from her outstretched hand. I rescue him and pull the covers up.
The next thing I know, Sam is closing and locking my bedroom door behind us before pushing me up against it. His lips descend to nuzzle my neck. “More or less, Noelle?” he murmurs, his sandpapery jaw teasing my skin.
“More,” I respond with a soft sigh. “So much more.”
His grin flashes briefly. “Have you ever been fucked against a wall before?”
I roll my eyes. Didn’t I make my lack of experience clear earlier? I shake my head.
“Time you learned then, isn’t it?” It’s clear he’s not waiting for a response, simply stripping me of my jeans while only unbuttoning his. Then he moves us to the wall that divides my bathroom from the bedroom. “Just in case you get loud,” he growls softly in my ear.
I raise both eyebrows at him. “I’m not a loud kind of person.”
“How do you know? You just said you’ve never been fucked against a wall.”
Sam picks me up and then pins me firmly against the blue paint with one hand while he frees his cock with the other. “I promised you slow last night. You want that now or later?”
God, I don’t wait to wait. “Later,” I pant, licking my lips in anticipation of the full to bursting feeling when his cock enters my pussy.
He lowers me down slowly onto his cock. It’s a completely different experience in this position. I’m still full, but gravity is doing most of the work.
Wrapping my arms around Sam’s neck, I pull his head down for a kiss. “I like this. A lot,” I confess.
Sam’s eyes smile, but he only grunts as he pulls me back up slightly. This time when I sink down, I squeeze and watch with delight as his eyes cross. Two thick fingers reach between us and find my clit. Right before they pinch together, Sam seals his mouth over mine. I scream with pleasure as my body spasms, pinned to the wall by his pulsing cock.
“Turns out Noelle is a screamer,” he chuckles into my ear. I blush bright red. I can feel it.
“Oh, my God. You’re a bad man, Sam North. A very nice, very bad man.”
He nods his head. “I must be because I’m still inside you and all I can think about is when I can fuck you again.” And yet even as he says this, he’s pulling out and setting me on my feet, careful to keep an arm around me until he’s sure my legs are working properly.
“So what’s stopping you?” I ask out of pure curiosity, confident there’s some piece of sexual knowledge I’m missing here.
Sam quirks an eyebrow. “You aren’t tired out? Need to get up early?”
I reach up to tease the little flyaway locks behind his ear. “I do have to get up at the usual early time, but I’m never too tired for you, Sam.”
His possessive growl has me reaching eagerly for his cock, exploring as it hardens once again under my touch.
“Bed,” he grunts, tugging me over to the specified piece of furniture. I’m laughing with delight when he trips on his own pant leg and falls on top of me.
“More, Sam. More of you losing control, more of you asking for what you want.” I wiggle until I can kiss his cheek, but he turns his head and claims my mouth instead.
This time his cock makes slow, leisurely love to me, stroking in and out with steady ease like he’s got all night and wants to enjoy every minute of it. I tug on his hair. “I want to cum, Sam. You can fuck me a third time if you need to, but…”
His smile is sweet and wicked. “Then up on your hands and knees. I want to send you over from behind.”
This too is new and, lord, I had no idea what I’ve been missing. His cock somehow stretches me wider, goes deeper and before I know it, I’m a trembling incoherent muddle. Sam’s two hands grip my ass firmly as I moan into the mattress and only then does he let himself cum. It’s one more sensation on top of what seems like nine thousand. Then he picks me up once again and carries me into the bathroom.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, beautiful. You’ve earned a good night’s sleep.” His voice is full of loving pride.
“Not working for your love here, Sam.” I mumble. “You deserve to be loved, and I do love you. No strings.”
His hands stop briefly on my skin before he resumes. “You’re my reward for enduring all the injuries and being alone so long. My very own sweet Noelle. I’m not letting you go.”
I smile through my exhaustion even as he swipes a washcloth over my pussy. “Then hold me tight, Sam.” And he does. All night long.