14. Noah
Noah
After the spectacle Hawkins’s date had made, we didn’t stick around for much longer. Evan and the others at our table remained, but Bliss had spoken her safe word. She trusted me to keep my promise, and I was going to ensure she never had cause to regret it.
On the drive home, I stopped at a drive-thru for food since we’d barely eaten that sad little salad first course.
Bliss stuffed four fries into her mouth at once the moment I handed over the bag.
After I pulled into traffic, she fed me fries, the two of us finishing them before we made it back to our building.
Upstairs, I paused outside her door. She bit her bottom lip, pink filling her cheeks as she looked up at me through her lashes. “I’m sorry if tonight makes anything at work difficult for you.”
I cupped her cheek, using my thumb to lift her chin. “You did nothing wrong, mele?im. No one disrespects you, ever. I’ll make sure that motherfucker bows to you if I have to.”
“Let’s not get that dramatic,” she said with a soft laugh. “The only man I want bowing before me is you.”
My hand drifted lower, my fingers wrapping around her neck, causing her breath to catch, a soft moan leaving her throat. “Ah bebe?im, anywhere, anytime, I’m happy to drop to my knees for you.”
“Noah,” she breathed, her eyes glittering with a hunger that matched my own. I backed her against the door, my hard cock pressing high into her abdomen, emphasizing the height difference between us. If I got on my knees, we’d be almost on the same eye level.
“What do you want, Bliss?” I rasped, lowering my head to skim my lips along her cheek. She whined so prettily, squirming against me like a cat. “Tell me.”
“You,” she husked. “I want you, on your knees, your head between my legs, your fingers inside me. I want you to make me come on all over your mouth. And then…” I tightened my fingers ever so slightly around her slender throat, earning me another one of those beautiful moans.
“And then I want to ride your cock. Hard, until I can’t walk without feeling you imprinted inside me. ”
Biting back a growl, I took her keys and unlocked her door. Once it was open, I lifted her with one hand under her ass and kicked the door shut as I carried her through the apartment to her bedroom. I didn’t remember the walk, just finding the bed and setting her on her feet in front of it.
My fingers were unsteady as I searched for the zipper of her dress.
She stood there, looking like an exquisite doll, the angel wings charm barely catching my attention in my haste to get her naked.
Once the dress was out of the way, she was left in a pair of the sexiest heels I’d ever seen and a lacy black bra with matching thong.
My cock nearly tore through my pants, the tip not simply leaking but actually gushing with precome.
It had been so long since I’d seen her like this.
Seven years since I’d touched and tasted her.
During that time, there had been no one else, not even a meaningless hookup.
All I’d wanted was my angel, and only she would satisfy the ache inside me.
I hadn’t denied myself as penance—I just didn’t want anyone else.
My cock had gone into hibernation without her.
“Say it,” I instructed, crowding her. “Say the words, Bliss.”
She sat down on the end of the bed, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her knees wide enough to fit my shoulders. Breathlessly, she commanded, “Get on your knees for me.”
Ripping off my tux jacket, I dropped down between her legs.
Using my thumbs, I tore the thin, lacy thong, exposing her glistening, bare pussy to my ravenous gaze.
As soon as she felt my breath on her, she gripped the back of my head and forced me closer, my greedy love too impatient for the first swipe of my tongue along her drenched slit.
“Noah!” she screamed, her nails raking over my scalp and down my neck.
The room filled with the sloppy, hungry, wet noises as I ate up the sweet mess she had made for me. I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her so I could switch angles, and thrust my tongue into her cunt.
Fuck, she was just as tight as I remembered, and I knew without having to ask that she’d abstained from sex like I had. That meant that no one but me had ever tasted her pussy. I was the only man who had ever been inside her.
“More,” she cried, lifting her legs until they were hanging over my shoulders. “More, Noah!”
I nipped at her swollen clit, thrusting one finger into her.
She jolted at the invasion, and I knew I’d made the right decision to start her off with just one digit.
While I teased her button, I finger-fucked her with my middle finger for a while until I was confident she could comfortably take another.
I would need to get at least four into her without causing her discomfort before I dared to spear her with my cock.
Her first orgasm rushed up unexpectedly, her honey flooding into my open mouth and dripping down my chin. I didn’t stop, licking her through the body-shivering aftereffects until she began to moan for more once again.
While I worked her over for her second and third orgasm, I started undoing my belt. As soon as she was stretched enough, I wouldn’t be able to hold back. I needed inside her or I wouldn’t survive.
By her fourth release, I was shaking from the restraint it took not to take what I was desperate for. Standing, I kicked off my pants and boxer briefs. I dragged her up the bed, using one knee to spread her wider and then taking her without another hesitation.
“Yes, Noah!” she screamed, her nails clawing at my back beneath my shirt. “Harder. Please. That’s so good. So good.”
“So fucking tight,” I rasped, pressing my forehead into her neck. “Goddamn, you feel amazing.”
Unable to contain myself for another second, I began thrusting harder and harder until I was out of control. She wrapped her legs around me, locking me in place while I drilled her into the bed.
“Noah,” she panted. “Noah.”
“Bebe?im,” I groaned into her neck, feeling my release rushing up.
“Noah, wait… You’re not… And I’m not…” She wasn’t making sense, but it didn’t matter. Her pussy began to contract around my shaft, and it was over. The first rope of come seemed to shoot out of me like a cannonball, flooding her over and over.
It wasn’t until we’d both somewhat recovered that she groaned. “I’m not on any birth control. And you didn’t use anything.”
Sleepily, I snuggled her closer, my breathing still slightly labored. “Good.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’m trying to baby-trap you?” she mumbled, already half asleep.
“Not even a little,” I assured her, hiding my grin in her hair.
Why would I be scared of her attempting to baby-trap me, when I was going to try my damnedest to put my baby in her?
Nothing was going to come between us this time, and if that meant I had to get her pregnant to keep her, then so be it.
Creating an entire basketball team with the woman who fucking owned me was just an added bonus.