27. Bailey
Bailey
Noah was on me so fast I barely had time to unbutton his slacks before they were halfway down those thighs I couldn’t stop staring at.
He was shirtless now, left only in tight black briefs, and I was quite literally weak in the knees. I blinked, and my bra was on the floor. A second later, Noah’s hand was fisted in my hair, and our chests were pressed together. My breath was ragged, but my brain was blissfully empty.
Noah fingered the edge of my panties, snapping the elastic once, twice against my hip. He tugged on the front of the lace, and I wondered if he was going to rip them straight off me.
Not quite. He tugged until the lace was pressed between my folds, rubbing the rough fabric back and forth against my clit. Fuck me. My vision blurred, and my eyes drifted closed.
“Eyes on me,” he demanded.
He pulled my hair harder, exposing my neck so he could bite and suck to his heart’s content. I held onto his shoulders for dear life as he soaked the thin strip of lace with my wetness.
“How wet are you going to be if I reach down and stroke your pussy?”
I couldn’t believe this was the same mouth that helped an elderly woman up to her room earlier. He was filthy. He pulled my panties harder, focusing my attention back on him.
“Answer me, peaches. Are you soaked?”
I was on my tiptoes, aching to be as close to him as possible.
“Yes. Shit. It’s all for you.”
“Damn fucking right it is,” he said.
He brought his lips to mine, his tongue moving slowly, a delicious hint of ownership in the kiss.
He pulled my panties to the side before sliding two deliciously thick fingers inside me.
I was full already, and we hadn’t even reached the main event yet.
We were still standing, his fingers deep inside me, his other hand now gently collaring my throat.
His voice softened.
“Checking on you, baby. This okay?”
The fact that he checked sent another wave of heat curling through my stomach.
“This is perfect,” I whispered.
He kissed my forehead and pulled his fingers out of me, giving them a thorough suck before hauling me onto the bed.
His briefs were gone next, and suddenly we were a tangle of limbs on the mattress.
My leg was hooked over his hip, his fingers back inside me—three of them now. His name came out of me in a groan.
“Oh god. I’m so full.”
“I want to make sure you can take all of me. You deserve to feel every inch of my cock in your pussy.”
He curled his fingers, reaching a spot inside me I knew I couldn’t reach on my own, before demanding that I come.
“Be a good girl and come again for me. I want to be greedy with all of you, but especially with your orgasms.”
This was a level of ecstasy I simply wasn’t prepared for. I felt my body reach the edge of a cliff before launching itself over, my muscles tightening as the orgasm ripped through me. With every wave, more and more stress left my body until I was nothing but a pile of limp, satisfied limbs.
“Who even are you?” I breathed.
He kissed my breast, then my neck, then my lips.
“Your future, I hope.”
My poor heart couldn’t handle the seriousness that was laced in his words.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
“Good thing I mean everything I say, then,” he replied with absolute assurance.
I was suddenly overwhelmed. If this was even a small taste of what life with Noah could be like, what would forever feel like? To be with someone who never made you question yourself. Who stuck around even when things got messy.
“There’s a condom in the bedside drawer,” I told him.
“Someone else you were planning to bring up here?” he grunted while reaching over my body.
“Only my boss,” I teased. “I was hoping for overtime pay.”
He rolled back over, giving my thigh a playful slap.
“You’ll be the death of me, pretty girl.”
He rolled the condom over his length, pausing to run his fingers through my wetness and smear it along his cock. Maybe he wasn’t kidding about being obsessed with me.
He pressed me onto my back before hiking my right leg up by his shoulder.
“I know you take hot yoga in town on Sundays,” he said.
How could he—
“How do you even know that?” I stammered.
He never answered my question.
“Which means I know you’re flexible. Spread those pretty legs for me.”
He slapped the tip of his length against my clit, surprising both me and my already sensitive nerves. He grinned and pressed the tip of himself inside me. The initial width alone was enough to make me tense.
Jesus.
“Breathe for me, Bailey.”
“You’re so big,” I choked out.
“And you look beautiful with my cock inside you.”
Another thrust.
“I’m your boyfriend now.”
Another inch.
“Let me take care of my girl.”
He brushed his thumb over my clit, gentle and reassuring as he slid the rest of the way inside me. Every part of me felt Noah, including my heart.
His eyes squeezed shut as he took a steady breath before looking down at me.
“You look so fucking incredible. Like you’re mine.”
He began to thrust into me. Gently at first, then harder and more certain.
The same way I fell for him.
My breasts bounced with every thrust, and I could tell he couldn’t decide where to look. He interlocked his hands with mine, pressing my arms above my head as he filled me completely. His face was tight with concentration as he fucked me harder, his balls slapping against my ass.
“Do you like this? Seeing me completely unhinged for you?”
His thrusts turned sharp and staccato, and my eyes rolled back into my head.
“Best thing I’ve ever fucking felt, Bailey.”
He cupped my face.
“It’s you and me, baby. This is it. You understand?”
I nodded, knowing he wasn’t talking about sex anymore.
“I’m yours, Noah.”
He buried his face in my neck, his thrusts turning jerky as he moaned my name.
“Fuck, Bailey. I need you to come one more time for me. You can do it.”
He brought both of my hands into one of his and lowered his right hand to touch the spot where we joined. He pressed down on my clit each time he thrusted into me, and all I could see, smell, or feel was Noah—taking me over from the inside out.
I was helpless to my orgasm. It washed over me without any control or doing of my own, and I let it roll through me like an ocean wave. Three more thrusts and he came, barely able to hold his weight above me. He was breathing hard, curls plastered to his forehead, and he looked so happy. Fulfilled.
I hoped my face looked the same.
He rolled us over so he was on his back and I was sprawled across his chest. He stroked my hair, pressed kisses to my forehead, and told me how strong I was, how he had never met anyone like me before. I looked up at him, my chin resting on my hands.
“Would you change anything about the way we met?” I asked.
“Not a damn thing. I should probably send Eli a fruit basket for hiring you,” he joked.
Then his voice softened.
“All things aside, I need you to trust me to handle this and that I have a plan in place. That I would never do anything to risk what we have.”
I brushed a damp curl off his forehead.
“I know. I haven’t trusted someone like this in a long time, but you’re worth it. We’re worth it.”
He leaned down to kiss my cheek.
“Let’s go get cleaned up before round two.”
There was a zero percent chance I wouldn’t be limping into work tomorrow.