27. Before We Break #2
All too soon, he pulls back, taking his warmth with him. My eyes snap open at the loss, and I watch on bated breath as Noah takes several measured steps backward and sinks into the leather chair I vacated only minutes ago. Everything happens in slow motion.
He grips his shaft through his jeans, drawing my attention to his hard length straining against the seam. His other hand pats the armrest. “Climb up here and sit on my face.”
A giggle travels up my throat, and I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to, but Noah’s not laughing with me, and now I’m feeling self-conscious.
“You won’t like what happens if you make me wait.”
“You’re serious?”
“As a fucking heart attack, baby. I’ve been dreaming about that pretty pussy for days.”
I hop down from my perch, stopping in front of the reclined leather seat. My gaze darts between the arms of the chair as I do mental calculations to figure out how the hell I’m supposed to make this work.
Noah sits up, his grip on my hips punishing as he hoists me onto his lap.
I brace my hands on his shoulders to stop the forward motion.
He helps me into position with one knee on either armrest, hands clutching the top of the chair.
My skirt bunches up around my belly, and Noah slides lower, putting him at eye level with my needy pussy.
“Look at you. Fucking dripping for me.”
A response lingers on the tip of my tongue, but it turns into a moan as Noah’s hands snake behind my thighs, and he tugs me down so I’m sitting on his face. I nearly lose my balance at the unexpected shift, but I manage to save myself.
My knees quake as he licks up the length of my slit through the opening in my tights, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs. His stubble provides a delicious friction with each swipe of his tongue as I squirm in his hold.
I feel the vibrations as he groans against my sex before his lips surround my clit and he sucks it into his mouth, causing an electric current to shoot through my body from my toes all the way to the tips of my fingers.
His forehead digs into my lower belly overhang and his nose presses to my soft mound. I’ve always had a little extra padding, but he doesn’t seem to have any problem finding his target.
Each precise stroke drives me higher and higher until I’m swaying on the precipice of pure bliss.
The next time he sucks on my clit, I fall off the edge, sparks igniting into a kaleidoscope of color behind my eyes.
I’m distantly aware of my cries, but my senses are homed in on where he’s tongue fucking me into oblivion, slowing his pace as I come down from the high.
His grip loosens, and he pulls away long enough to press a chaste kiss to the top of my mound. It’s sweet in a way I hadn’t anticipated. My chest aches for the simplicity of it.
My breasts heave with each uneven breath as I come back down to earth, but it’s clear Noah has no intention of letting me stay on solid ground.
I hear the telltale sound of his zipper sliding down before he grips my hips and positions me over his lap, his hard cock standing at attention between my spread thighs.
“You’re a goddamn dream come true, baby. Take my cock and put it where it belongs.”
I fist his shaft and notch him at my entrance. His grip on my hips tightens as I lower down his length. He’s so big, and this angle is different from the last time.
“Atta girl. You’re halfway there. You can take it.”
His palms slide beneath my sweater, pulling it off over my head and tossing it to the side, and then his mouth is right there, teasing the tops of my breasts.
I throw my head back in pleasure, giving him better access.
The movement causes me to slide lower until he’s fully sheathed, the delicious stretch eliciting a strangled moan from my lips.
He grunts, his fingers digging into my back. “Baby, I’m not gonna last long.” His voice sounds almost pained. “Take what you need.”
I rock my hips, his cock breaching deeper than ever before. “It’s too much.”
“You’re taking me so well, baby.”
“Noah. I need—” The rest of the words escape me as I shudder against him.
“Tell me.”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
That’s all the validation he needs to take control.
He lifts me just enough to allow him to move freely, fucking up into me over and over again.
It’s all I can do to hold on, clutching his head against my chest as our mingled breaths create an erotic soundtrack alongside the lurid collision of our bodies.
“I’m gonna come,” he groans. “Tell me I can come.”
“Yes. Fill me up, Noah. Give me your cum.”
“Oh, fuck.”
He thrusts twice more, then stills, groaning out his release as it leaks out around his shaft, making a mess of us both.
His lips press to my collarbone, peppering me with kisses despite how sweaty I am. When he looks up at me, his expression is almost awestruck. His hand slips beneath my hair, and he brings my forehead down to meet his, a move that’s becoming all too familiar as of late.
We stay like that for a long while, breathing each other in, reveling in the stillness that’s settled between us.
“What are we gonna do?” he whispers.
The meaning isn’t lost on me, but I wish it was.
I pinch my eyes shut to center myself, waiting for the answer to surface, but it’s getting harder to ignore the fracture that’s begun to splinter and grow with each tender caress.
It’s a wound not even time will heal, and it won’t be long before we break.