Chapter 69
HANNAH
Clothes come flying off the minute my cabin door shuts behind us.
A hot, desperate need to feel my flushed skin against his is already making me wet.
Noah kisses me as if I might disappear forever, that I might take back my declaration, but I’m too far gone, too deep in the trenches of Noah Hart.
There are no other arms I would rather be in than his.
All the other times, he took his time, savoring every part of my body to his liking, but now, we’re two ravenous fiends, skin on skin, hands finding all the right spots to grab and squeeze. The sounds that come from both of us aren’t human, more animalistic.
We’re on the floor, the soft carpet on my back, legs intertwined, the fireplace blazing with heat.
Kissing Noah is never enough; I’m always wanting more every time his lips touch mine.
Tongues fight for dominance as his hands cup the back of my head for more control.
His erection presses against my stomach, and I wrap a leg around his hip, moving against him, wanting him to know how soaked he’s already made me.
A growl escapes deep in his chest, tugging at my lip with his teeth. “Hannah, baby, you’re drenched.”
Taking one of his hands, I guide them down to my clit, our breaths hitching at the same time when they find its mark, circling around and around. Arching my back, Noah exchanges his pointer finger with his thumb, teasing my entrance, while his thumb circles around my clit.
“Ahhh!” I’m obnoxiously loud, aware that there’s a possibility that Maya is next door in her own cabin, hearing this. “Noah, I need more, please.”
And I don’t give a shit.
Not anymore.
Not when Noah has me forever.
“I’m going to fuck you into oblivion, Hannah. I want to hear you scream.”
I pull at his hair, forcing him to keep eye contact. “It’s Red to you.”
Our lips collide, breaking only to catch our breath. “Yes, it fucking is.”
Because I love that nickname. I loved it when he first touched my hair, tucking it behind my ear, knowing it has affected me ever since.
Noah wastes no time placing hot kisses on my inner thighs, keeping them steady when he blows cool air at my clit, enticing my hips to roll.
He chuckles. “Now, Red, I need you still. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I want to pull the hair out of my head. “Yeah…yeah, sure.”
No, no, I can’t. Not when he’s sucking hard on my inner thigh, leaving his mark.
He pulls back. “Hannah.” He uses my real name as a warning. “I’m going to start all over again if you can’t stay still.”
“Fuck! Fine!” I groan, gripping the carpet for support.
He takes my pussy with his teeth and pulls, almost forcing me to come early.
Then his wicked tongue darts out, stroking over my clit, moaning in appreciation.
I’m about ready to combust when he holds back, laughing.
My nails dig into his shoulders. “If you stop again, I will die, Noah Hart. Now, fuck me properly, or I’ll leave.”
“Such a dirty mouth on you, Red.” He plunges two fingers inside me, pumping. “But your threats are empty, because I’m never leaving you—never again.”
He works his fingers, grazing my inner walls until they clench, preparing for what will surely be an earth-shattering orgasm.
But he’s Noah, and he doesn’t play fair.
Like the teasing bastard he is, he removes his fingers completely, leaving me panting, legs spread wide on the floor.
Brown eyes look upon every inch of my exposed body, licking his lips in hunger. He strokes himself, moaning, head rolling back.
I start to touch myself, mirroring his movements, letting breathy moans match his. He peeks at me through hooded eyes, smirking when he sees I’m pleasuring myself.
“Should I let you come on your own? Should I let you watch me make myself come?” His strokes are moving fast, pre cum oozing from the tip.
I shake my head no, slowing down my movements.
“I’m a selfish man, Red. Although I would enjoy this, I want nothing more than to bury myself inside you and feel you come around my cock.”
My breathing escalates. “Stop stalling and get over here.”
Noah attacks, lifting me in his arms and tossing me on the bed. “Hold the bars, Red.”
The metal headboard rattles when I grip the golden bars, my arms above my head. Noah crawls on top of me, his eyes dark and smoldering. He parts my legs with his knee and helps himself to sucking on my nipples. The air hits my core, and I whimper, eyes rolling to the back of my head.
I’m about to let go and reach for his hair when he forces me to stay, gripping the bar. “Let’s see how much self-control you have, Red. I’m dying to know. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to tie you up.”
I’m panting now, chest rising and falling, feeling heavy. “This is torture.”
He chuckles, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. Lips dance along my too-hot skin, and Noah bites my earlobe. I hiss, toes curling.
I want to touch him, hold on, and dig my nails in his perfect skin.
He takes his cock and lightly taps my clit, making me jerk. “Noah!”
“Condom, Red?” he asks, hitting me once again.
“No.” My response is quick because I’m dying to know what he feels like without that extra barrier.
“And where would you like me to come?” He’s stroking himself again, distracting me.
I lick my lips. Noah is giving me a choice, because my pleasure is what he strives for.
Fuck, can he be any more perfect?
“On me,” I say confidently.
He comes closer, teasing my entrance with the head of his cock. We both inhale sharply, like it’s the first time all over again.
But Noah pushes all the way in, and I moan so loud with him I can’t tell where he begins or where I end.
He’s steady with his hips, keeping a medium pace, while I hold on to the headboard bars for dear life as he thrusts into me.
Without a condom, his erection is harder, absolutely euphoric against my walls. Our eyes lock, lips swollen, breath mixing.
“Noah, let me touch you, please,” I beg.
“You want to touch me, Red?” He never lets up, thrusting harder into me. “How bad do you want it?”
“So fucking bad, Noah, please.”
He reaches forward and removes my hands from the bars, giving me freedom to snake them around his neck, my fingers tugging his hair.
With each hard thrust comes louder moans from my throat, following incoherent words.
Noah brushes his nose against mine, then lifts my right leg higher, entering deeper inside me.
“I love you,” he huskily says, pushing me higher toward the peak. His declaration of love will never not make my heart soar.
“I love you too.”
We reach our climax together, mine first, my walls contracting, eyes shut as I scream just as he pulls out and spills himself all over my chest. It’s warm, but I don’t care, not when his fingers enter me to help me ride out the rest of my climax.
My body shakes when it’s over, and the absence of his touch is brief, as he returns with a towel, wiping his cum from my chest.
I open my eyes to find him hovering over me. “Hi.” He smiles, it’s big and beautiful, making me smile in return.
“Hi.”
Noah’s lips linger for a second, then he kisses me. It’s gentle and slow, intimate and sweet, making my toes curl once again.
He pulls away first, pushing my hair behind my ear, then holds me for a while. The only time we’re apart is for a bathroom break, but even then, he’s only a few feet from me at all times.
Eventually, we come up for air, hang out with our friends at dinner, and listen to his teammates recount their performance, bitching that we missed it.
Noah holds my hand on the table, squeezing it every so often and winking over at me. My love for him grows by the second, stronger, bigger; it’s enough to swallow anyone whole, and I’m glad it’s someone like him.