Chapter 28 #2
She tilts her head back, letting me taste her skin. “I know you want me,” she whispers. “I feel it.”
My hand slides under her shirt, fingers tracing the soft dip of her waist, memorizing her. “Want’s not a big enough word.”
I push her shirt up, and she raises her arms without a word.
I peel it from her, drop it on the floor, and take her in.
She’s even more stunning than the first time.
Her hair is wild, falling over her shoulders, her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are half lidded, just waiting for me to touch her.
Her tits are covered in the forest-green lace I picked out for her, and when I drift the back of my hand over the swells, her chest rises and her mouth parts.
“You’re wearing my favorite.”
She pulls back. “You picked this out?”
“Who do you think did? Stone?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “No, when he said you ordered stuff, I just figured the saleswoman did it.”
I shake my head. “Nope, I knew exactly what color I needed to see you in. Don’t think I missed seeing your toenails painted Warrior prasíno the first night you were here. You were already obsessed with me from the get-go.”
“So arrogant.” She reaches for my waistband, undoing the button while kissing me. “Prasíno,” she repeats the word softly, and hearing it leave her lips does something to me. Her eyes flip to mine, “Will you teach me Greek?”
“Just the dirty words.” With a smug grin, I pull at her pajama pants, tugging them down her legs.
It’s not sexy or sweet the way we grasp at each other, yanking clothes off and squirming around on the countertop, but it’s just what's needed right now. There’s so much need that there isn’t time to think of anything else.
She wraps her palm around my cock, and my moan is audible and loud. I pull her panties to the side and slip a finger inside her. She’s wet and warm, and fuck, I’m not going to last.
I step back reluctantly, but I need to slow this down for one minute. “Nik,” she pants, “I need you now.”
“I need to get a condom.”
She pauses for one second, and I pray to god she isn’t rethinking this.
But then she nods, giving me permission.
I dash to the bathroom, grab one from the drawer, and come back to find her still on the counter, only completely naked now.
My steps falter as I see her waiting for me.
I rip the foil and roll on the condom with fumbling fingers.
“Right here?” I ask.
She grins and moves to the edge of the counter island before leaning back on her hands behind her. “I want you to remember how desperate you were for me that you couldn't make it past the kitchen.”
I chuckle and stroke myself as I step between her legs, smoothing my hands up her thighs.
“Mhm. I am desperate, so this is just the starting point.” She bites her lip as I trail my hands over her belly and up her ribs before cupping her breasts and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples.
She shivers, gasping at my touch. “Tha se gamíso edó stin kouzína mou epeidí to théleis. Metá tha se páo sto kreváti mou epeidí to thélo egó.”
Her eyes roll as I speak, and she cries out, “Oh my god. What did you say?”
“I’m gonna fuck you right here in my kitchen because you want it. Then I’m taking you to my bed because I want it.”
I line myself up and sink into her, her pussy clenching me tight on the first stroke. Her back arches, and she rolls her hips, sucking me in deeper. I palm her ass, pulling her in tight to me, and she wraps her arms around my neck. “It’s even better than the last time.”
She breathes heavily, and our bodies match the rhythm I begin for us. “Been dreaming about me, huh?”
“Since your first snarky comment. I said to myself, ‘This girl needs a good dick to make her happy.’”
She snickers in my ear, tucking her head into my neck. “Just do what I know you can do and stop talking about it.”
“But you love it when I talk about it.” I lean back, giving her long, deep strokes before licking my thumb and pressing it to her clit.
“Anything you want.” I step back and pull out; the loss is instant.
When she begins to protest, I push her to her back on my island counter.
“You should see yourself. Perfect tits and a wet pussy just waiting for me.”
“Nik–”
Her words turn to cries as I latch onto her pussy, spearing her with my tongue. She writhes on the counter, rolling her body in response to every sweep of my tongue. I grab hold of her waist, steadying her, and suck on her clit. She grips my hair, holding me in place, and I hum against her pussy.
“Oh, Nik.” Her hips swirl.
I flick at her clit again and say, “Ride my face, baby. Don’t be shy.”
Her groan is so wanton it makes me even harder for her. She rolls her hips again and again, and I suck and swirl my tongue over her before placing my hand on her belly, holding her in place while I nibble at her clit.
“Oh, fuck.” Her body freezes, and she lets me play, eating and biting at her. I reach for her tit with my other hand, plucking at her nipple.
“Let it go, Noelle. I know you’re close. Give it to me, soak my face.”
Her eyes roll, and I can’t help but smile as I dive back into her pussy.
I work her to the edge quickly, and she breaks.
Her body shudders, and she cries out, her moans carrying around my condo.
I don’t give her time to relish in this orgasm; I just snatch her from the counter, holding her bridal style to my bedroom.
She lies limp in my arms, and I chuckle.
“You enjoy making me work for it.”
“I can’t give in right off the bat,” she says.
I toss her to my bed and follow right behind, climbing over her and tapping my cock on her clit. She throws her hands over her head, cheeks flushed, a smile on her face. “Sure, you can. Just admit the football player you never wanted to like is the only one who can fuck you into submission.”
“I’ve never had someone talk to me like that.”
“Like what?” I insert a finger, twisting and turning. “Gamó, you’re still soaking wet.” I line myself up and push inside.
Her mouth forms a circle, and I work my hips over hers, loosening her up. “Like that! All those… words.”
I laugh because she’s cute when she’s kind of embarrassed. “I figured a cougar would have heard it all by now.”
I lean over her, my hands planted on the bed on either side of her head, and pick up the pace. She holds onto my biceps and wraps her legs around my hips. “Who knew the saint had a dark side?” she teases.
“Don’t you know? There are always two sides.
” I take her lips, kissing her deeply while driving myself into her over and over.
The tighter she holds me, the harder I go, punishing us both for taking this to the next level, again, for wanting to make this more, and for having no other choice but to do so.
She had a hold on me the minute she walked in, and I wasn’t going to be happy until I was right here. Inside her.
Our moans tangle in the air. We move like we’ve done this a hundred times, and yet every second feels brand new. Every second feels like fire, and every second feels like she’s someone I can trust. With the good, the bad, with all of it.
And I don’t just feel I can; I really want to. I've only had Dante, who holds all my secrets. But with Noelle, it feels different.
I sit back on my knees, her legs draped over mine, and grab her waist as I drive into her, her tits shaking with every thrust. My breath is coming out in gasps, and sweat drips down my back.
“Oh, god. Keep going,” she breathes out.
She reaches down to where we’re joined, her fingers sliding over my cock with every thrust in and out. Her touch is electric, and I’m ready to burst. “Touch your clit, I want us coming at the same time.”
My eyes zero in on her pointer and middle finger as she rubs herself in small circles.
I grip her thighs tight, my balls drawing up, and that tingling sensation racing up my spine.
With two more deep thrusts, I call out, my cock so hard it hurts, and when she follows right behind me, her pussy contracting around me, it soothes me, bringing us both down from a high I never knew existed.
I fall forward onto her, shivering as she slowly rotates her hips under me. I kiss her again before reaching for her hand and sucking on her two fingers. Her lips roll in, and she closes her eyes.
I’m in way too deep.
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We lie tangled afterward, bodies bare and slick with sweat, hearts finally beating in a slow rhythm together. Her head rests on my chest. My arm’s around her waist. Not tight enough to keep her, but tight enough to admit I don’t want to let go.
I stare at the ceiling and try to recall every word I whispered and shouted tonight.
I told her what I did. I said the words.
I admitted what my dad did, how I handled it, and how I thought I’d buried it.
I believe she’s digging for the truth, even though it's scary. I have to believe Noelle isn’t being malicious. But did I say too much?
The mention of Eva and that company has me on edge.
How would my sister be a part of this? There's no way she knew anything.
Sure, she knew Dad had a problem. She knew the college money was gone, but I did receive some scholarships.
She never asked if it was enough. I just assumed she thought it was covered.
But she’s a sports manager, and she’s the one who handled my investigation. She runs a huge company, taking on kids just like me at that age. If she dug around and asked questions, I'm sure she could find out anything.
Just like Noelle did.
We don’t speak. We just lie together, and I can’t help but wonder if, in her mind, she’s writing an article anyway about the lies I kept buried.
But tonight? Tonight wrecked every line I said I'd never cross because I admitted what I’ve kept hidden.
I swore I’d never get involved with someone too close to the game.
I said I’d never jeopardize my family or myself by ever mentioning that game.
I said I'd never bring a woman into my life while I was still involved with the club.
But Noelle. She makes me want to talk; she makes me feel safe. For a moment, anyway.
Now, I’m doubting it all.
Can we wake up tomorrow and continue as if this lie had never been mentioned?
I already know the truth. Tonight changed everything, yet nothing at all. I’m still a liar, and I’m still placing bets, but now, I’ve just opened the door to letting it all escape.