10. Chapter 9
Olivia
“Come to bed,” I say. There is no way I want tonight to end. I haven’t felt this comfortable or laughed this genuinely in a long time. Plus it won’t be the first time we’ve shared a bed, and secretly I pray it won’t be the last.
“Ollie, I can sleep on the couch,” he says, looking at me with what I think is a concern in his eyes.
“Nonsense, you sleep on that and your back will hurt for weeks,” I reply as I grab his hand and start tiptoeing quietly toward the bed. I have to crawl across the bed to get to my side. He doesn’t object this time and follows me to the bed.
The floor creaks, and Noah chuckles as I freeze, placing his hand on my lower back which sends a vibration through my entire body.
His touch inches me farther onto the bed as he starts to take off his sweater.
I slowly flip onto my back, watching as he gets undressed, and see he is also watching me with hunger in his eyes.
“Do you mind if I sleep in just my boxers?” he asks, throwing me the plain t-shirt he was wearing underneath his sweater.
I barely catch the shirt because I’m mesmerized by his body, and am fighting the urge to place my hands on the defined muscles of his abdomen and chest. Quickly, I slide off my clothes and throw the big t-shirt over my head.
Thankfully, while we have both grown, the ratio of size between the two of us has remained the same, and this shirt covers me perfectly.
I feel Noah’s eyes watching me as I change, the hunger growing. Next, I throw my long hair into a tight bun on top of my head and wait for him to crawl into his side of the bed. This may be a full-size bed, but there’s barely enough room for us both let alone room to leave any space between us.
It’s December in Wisconsin, so it's cold, especially at four in the morning. But in the bed, next to Noah, there is endless warmth.
We are just sleeping next to each other. I have to convince myself but the warmth of his body next to me is incredibly inviting.
Screw it, I’m here to have a good night, and I probably won’t see him for another ten years.
I nestle close to him, tucking my head into the crook of his neck.
I feel him tense at first but he quickly relaxes as I settle into my spot.
His hands find the spot on my waist that makes me go weak.
Even after all these years, he knows exactly where to put his hands, as if it's muscle memory.
We lie here in silence, as the tension builds between us.
I finally tilt my head up to look at his face to see him looking above my head, seemingly contemplating.
His face looks stern, but also welcoming and soft, like he’s so deep in thought only a knife could penetrate it.
I move one hand up between us so it sits flat on his chest because I want him to look down at me.
He jumps as though I’ve startled him. He looks at me and is quiet for the next few moments.
Our mouths are no more than two inches away from each other. “Ollie,” he whispers, “Can I kiss you?”
I smile, not even bothering to reply before I place my lips against his.
His lips are soft and welcoming, and he slowly plants kisses in a line from my mouth, down my neck, and along my collarbone.
My body instantly responds, becoming wet and gripping fingers around his bicep, keeping him close.
His initial question felt so innocent, only to be replaced by a ravenous, feral Noah I have never seen but want so much of.
He slides his hand up along my abdomen, kissing me so deeply, that I lose myself entirely as I slide a hand from his chest to the top of his boxers, lopping my fingers around the waistband wanting to see more of him.
“Off,” I demand.
His hands remain on my body, tracing every curve, muscle, and crease through the shirt I’m wearing. I continue to trace circles down his abdomen and raise my leg draping it over him and rubbing my thigh along his already hard shaft, thankful he is as needy for me as I'm for him.
Placing his hands on my hips he flips us so my back is against the bed and he is positioned between my legs. My heart pounds with desire, and my pussy pulses in anticipation of what is coming next.
I need him. I need more. He doesn’t move a muscle and the anticipation is slowly starting to kill me.
What is happening to me? Usually, I need Vlad to be even close to finishing, and right now I fear it might be over before we even start. The look on Noah’s face is hungry and devious.
“I like watching you squirm,” he whispers quietly into my ear as he traces a hand along the edge of my t-shirt slowly making his way up my thigh toward my apex.
The sound that comes out of me is basically a whimper as he stops right before my entrance and it's all I can do not to buck my hips forward into him as he slides down placing kisses on my abdomen and thighs.
“Noah,” I whisper between labored breaths. Christ, this man is going to be the death of me. At this rate he won’t even have to touch me to finish me off.
I move my hand between my legs, reaching for my clit, needing something, anything but he quickly grabs my wrist and pins my hand at my side.
“No, that is solely for me tonight. Now, be a good girl and stay still while I worship this beautiful pussy of yours,” he says with such a commanding manner that I freeze, and the bratty side of me wants to know what happens if I don’t.
“And if I don’t?”
“Bad girls don’t get rewarded with orgasms,” he says instantly, not missing a beat. “And then I have to punish you. And, Ollie, in case you don’t remember, I'm impatient and need to taste you so be a good girl and let me eat.”
Well, shit, that was hot. I don’t think anyone has ever offered to reward me with an orgasm.
And with the tension building inside me, I need this ache to subside, and I need it soon.
I move my hips up again, trying to signal to him that I'm also impatient, when his tongue slowly flicks over my clit, and it's all I can do to stifle my moan.
“Fuck, Ollie, you taste so good,” he says between circles of his tongue on my clit while the other hand gently squeezes my nipple. “I want you to come for me, baby. I want to have you all over my face.”
Typically, dirty talk is a turn off for me, but when it comes from Noah Kneland there is nothing I want more. Now, pair it with the finger inside me and I’m overwhelmed with sensation and already too close to finishing.
“More,” I demand, hoping he will finally take his cock and bring this all home.
He blatantly ignores me and continues working his tongue and fingers, curling them to hit the right spot, making it impossible for me to sit still.
“Relax, Olivia. Let it go. I can feel how close you are,” he says, changing his tone from a demand to almost a plea.
Is Noah losing control too?
He pinches my nipple one last time and does that thing with his tongue, completely sending me over the edge.
I lift my hips with one hand in his hair, and cling on for what feels like dear life as he feasts through my first orgasm and begins working for the second without even giving me a second to breathe or letting me take care of him.
Thankfully, he leans up onto his knees a moment later, sliding his boxers down. He gently slides his cock into my soaked pussy and begins thrusting back and forth.
“God, Ollie, you feel so good. This is never going to last, as long as you deserve,” he pants, stopping right outside my entrance, obviously not using his full length.
“More. Noah, I need more,” I plea, closing my eyes, and on the brink of my second orgasm.
“Open your eyes, I want to see your face when you come on my dick,” he demands as he thrusts deep inside of me, this time giving me everything I want.
Simultaneously, he swipes this thumb over my clit in a torturous circular motion sending me over the edge.
I feel him fall over the cliff with me and I reach up and clamp my hand over his mouth to keep his roar as muffled as possible.
He lands next to me as we catch our breaths, and I feel like I have to say something. Having sex with Noah was not on my bingo card for this holiday season, let alone having the best sex of my life.
But what do you say to your ex who you just had mind blowing sex with after not seeing them for ten years?
Thanks? Congratulations on being one of maybe five men in the world who actually know where the clit is?
No. Nothing. There is literally nothing I can say aside from “that was amazing” and that seems too awkward itself.
So, instead I lie in silence for what feels like an eternity.
“Come on, Ollie, let’s get cleaned up before we actually go to sleep,” Noah says slowly climbing out of the bed. But at this point I’m too tired to move, so I grab ahold of his arms and beckon him to stay in bed.
“No, I'm too tired to shower now,” I say, closing my eyes and nestling into the bed.
“You have to, otherwise you’ll be complaining in the morning about how everything smells like sex. And do you really want to go help your dad and brothers smelling like me?” he asks in a snarky tone, knowing damn well that will get me out of bed faster than a bolt of lightning.
There is not a chance in hell I’m showing up at the farm and having to field that conversation with my father and older brothers, cause we all know Carter is never going to let it go.
After cleaning up I roll literally roll, back into the bed toward the wall and snuggle under the big comforter when Noah slides in next to me wrapping me in his arms for warmth. But secretly I think he also isn’t quite ready to let this night end, yet.
???
The eight a.m. alarm is entirely too early this morning, so I begrudgingly turn it off and roll over to slide off the bed.
My head is pounding. I really shouldn’t have had that final drink last night.
I feel the hand resting on my hip as I roll over and instantly recall everything from the last four hours.
The endless kisses, the laughs, and the amazing night of sleep.
Gosh, what the heck was I thinking, sleeping with him? Easily the best sex I’ve had in the last ten years but under no circumstances can it happen again. I only have four more days in Fisher Creek and I won’t see him again after that.
Out of all the talking we did last night, I don’t even know what his life looks like now.
Did I even ask him where he is going next?
I really don’t think I did. I spent the entire time talking about my life, my favorite parts of Milwaukee, my friends, and everything important to me.
I never even thought to ask about him or his life.
What type of friend does that make me? Obviously not a good one.
Is he going back overseas? Is he stateside now?
Where is he stationed if he is stateside?
I shove my inner monologue aside because even if I want to continue this and see where things go, there is no way we can work, not after everything that has happened.
I pause as the spins start to take over the room, and suddenly putting jeans on feels like an impossible task as my head rides the tilt-a-whorl around the room.
I look up and see Noah watching me, indicating I wasn’t as stealthy in my escape as I thought and woke him up. The smirk on his face tells me he is finding my struggle amusing.
“Lose your balance, Ollie? I know the sex was good but I didn’t think your legs would still be shaking,” he says.
“The room is spinning, asshole,” I bite back and finally get my jeans the rest of the way on.
“Serves you right for trying to leave without saying goodbye. How do you plan to get home? I drove us, remember?” he says as he jingles the keys on the nightstand.
“Fuck” I mutter under my breath. I really am off my game. How could I forget that he drove last night?