Chapter 5
NOAH
My hands grip her dark hair as she continues to suck on my dick, her tongue working in tandem with her mouth. I lean my head back, closing my eyes, focusing as she moves her plump lips to the very tip of my cock.
We’re inside my suite, the lights dim, curtains drawn for privacy. I’m up against a wall, and she’s on her knees before me. The sight is fucking beautiful.
“Fuck,” I breathe. She isn’t naive when it comes to a blowjob, that’s for sure.
She flicks her tongue like a snake, then her lips suction on the side of my shaft, probably trying to give me a hickey.
Her hands play with my balls a little too roughly, forcing me to slow her down to a stop. “Easy.”
She hums in understanding, taking her time once again.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it, trying to hold on and not lose my focus.
It’s been a while since I got off with someone other than my right hand, and I refuse to ruin this moment because the guys want to harass me tonight.
I’ve fucked plenty of times, fingered, and tasted a lot of pussy from here to goddamn Cabo, but these days, cumming by a plethora of different women has been… difficult.
Squeezing my eyes tighter, I let her continue to blow me, her fingernails dragging down my thighs as she takes me all the way in, almost down to my balls.
I lean my head back against the wall, hoping I can come in her mouth so I’m not so goddamn stressed.
My phone vibrates again, along with her teeth scraping underneath.
Hard knocks and my teammates' voices start to make my dick go limp.
“Stop, stop!” I demand, losing my grip on her hair.
She pops my cock out of her mouth. “What’s your problem?”
She’s already standing, adjusting her skin-tight, black dress, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Loose, dark curls fan around her long, narrow face, eyes dark and smoky, red lipstick smudged down her chin.
“Let’s go, Hart! It’s party time!” Taylor shouts.
I grind my teeth. Fucking cock blockers.
“Well?” She taps her foot, arms crossed, a permanent scowl on her face.
I shove my dick inside my pants, cursing under my breath. “You gotta go.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Wow, the famous Noah Hart, two-time gold medal Olympian, likes to waste a girl's time.”
The doorknob jingles, the guys hollering like idiots on the other side.
“That’s not it.” I’m already cleaning up, putting my shirt back on. “I’m sorry, but you have to go.”
She’s already strapping on her heels, rolling her eyes. “And you probably don’t remember my name.”
Damn, I know it’s close to Megan, or maybe it’s Samantha? “Uhhh…”
She stops, hand hovering over the doorknob. “Lauren? It’s Lauren. Yeah, you’re a waste of time.” She swings the door open. Mark, Cody, and Taylor are all casually lounging outside, trying to hide their smiles.
“Excuse me,” she says.
They all back away, watching her walk down the hall out of sight.
Mark enters first, laughing. “Sorry for interrupting.” He rubs the back of his freshly buzzed head. "At least you got some—”
“God, no.” I walk over to the window and draw back the curtains, looking out at the soft glow of Aspen, Colorado. “It was hard because of you fucking clowns fooling around outside my door.”
Cody and Taylor take it upon themselves to get comfortable on my bed, rearranging the pillows like they’re ready for a sleepover.
“Hey, how were we supposed to know you had a beautiful lady over?” says Cody.
“Was my ignoring your texts and phone calls not enough of a hint?” I need to do better at hiding my whereabouts.
Mark leans against the bedside table, arms crossed. “Maybe it’s time to slow down for a bit. You’ve been with a new chick every night since—”
“I’m not talking about this right now.” They may care, and they’re like brothers to me, but it’s also none of their business how I cope with shit.
Taylor rests back against the headboard, arms behind his head. “By all means, get as much head as you need. We just want to make sure you understand we’re here for you.” He crosses his legs, wiggling his eyebrows. “Might I suggest a threesome? Preferably another male with a larger penis?”
I look up at the ceiling, sighing. “No, Taylor. I will not have sex with you and another male.”
He smirks, pleased with himself. “Never say never.”
I run my hands through my dark, curly hair, trying not to pull it out of my scalp. “Is that why you fuckers decided to show up here? To check up on me? I told you I’m fine.”
“Are you though?” questions Cody.
“'Cause, lately you’ve been all over the place,” adds Mark.
“If I wanted therapy, I would’ve paid for it.” This is a never-ending discussion about my personal endeavors and how I handle even the slightest inconvenience. I know what I’m doing. I know who I’m doing it with.
Mark rolls his eyes. “Right, well, you’re the king of avoidance, so...”
I ignore his comment and step into my shoes, grabbing my black puffer jacket. “Are we going out or not? Since you interrupted me.” Plucking a white beanie from my suitcase on the floor, I adjust it on my head.
We’re about to head out when Mark stops me at the door. “You know we’re not judging you, right? That was never our intention.”
I gesture for him to exit with me. “I know. I just wish you all would understand it doesn’t need to be discussed. What’s done is done.” I pat his back, and he gives me a small smile.
Locking the door behind us, we run to catch up with the guys, hoping tonight I can let off some steam, letting the memories of her fade away.