Chapter 15
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Zara
It felt odd walking into Noah”s home without him being there. But the second she stepped through his front door, a sort of peaceful tranquility settled through her.
It was the same feeling she”d had the other day when she”d been here. The same feeling she got when she was around Noah.
Just breathing him in and smelling his scent was almost enough for her.
Almost. Touching him and kissing him and doing all kinds of other things to him was way better, but being in his house was a good start.
She flipped on the light he told her was right by the door and took in her surroundings. He was very clean, and his house was decorated nicely. He told her during one of their conversations that he had someone decorate it because he had no eye for decorating. Whoever the person was, they did a great job of making it feel like home. It wasn’t a mansion, and he didn’t live in a gated community like a lot of athletes. It was a nice home, in a cute neighborhood, just outside the city. It was the same sort of neighborhood she’d grown up in.
Wandering through his house, she ran her hand along the backs of couches and over tables, noticing no dust. Her own house was covered in it because it was not a priority. In his kitchen, she opened his cupboards, checked out his dishes, and eventually checked out his pantry to see what kind of food he might have. It was primarily healthy, but there was a bag of cheese puffs which he’d told her was the one thing he let himself indulge in during the season.
She remembered him laughing when she’d told him about her horrible eating habits.
He swore he would convert her to better food, and she told him he was crazy.
She kept walking through the house until she reached his bedroom. She flipped on the light, looking around before her eyes landed on the bed where a box was sitting. Curious, she walked closer, looking down into the box.
She grinned widely.
The dirty, sexy, kinky man had left her a box of toys. What was he hoping she’d do with them? Did he want her to play with them before he got home, or did he want her to wait and use them when they were together?
She looked down at her watch, checking the time. There should be about an hour before he”d be home if the game was running on time. Grabbing her phone from her pocket, she pulled up a sports app, seeing what inning the game was in.
Top of the eighth with LA winning.
That gave her a little bit of time.
A plan started to form. It all started with a bath where she would soak and relax while sipping a glass of wine.
Afterward, she’d get into his big bed completely naked and tease herself with his box of goodies until he got home and finished the job.
Even thinking about it had her hornier than she’d ever been. But she forced herself not to touch herself, other than for cleaning purposes during her bath. She only had so much willpower, and it would take every ounce she had to keep herself from coming before he made it home.
The bath was luxurious, and when she was finished, she felt fresh and clean as she lay in bed. Moving the pillow to get comfortable, she noticed a scrap of material. When she pulled it from under the pillow, she found her panties.
The ones she’d left there by accident.
The ones he slept with every night.
Her plan changed just slightly.
She reached for her phone, which she’d set on the nightstand, and pulled up her camera. She dangled the panties from her fingers and then worked to set up an artsy shot that would show a little bit of skin from her body and also the panties. It took her a few minutes to get the right angle, but when she was confident it was good, she sent it to Noah.
She was going to tease him before he even got home. She wanted him just as hot as she was. Just as on edge. Just as ready to fuck.
She”d been ready to fuck for days but held off on going solo for this exact reason.
She didn”t want an orgasm that came from her own touch. She wanted an orgasm from the hands of Noah. Or mouth. She wasn’t picky.
Checking the score of the game, she noticed it was over and that LA had won. A quick check of the box score told her that Noah had hit a double and a home run, helping his team to victory.
From the box on the bed, she pulled out a small toy that looked like a clitoris stimulator. When she pressed the button on the side, it vibrated enthusiastically. She sat back, running it over her breasts, down over her stomach, and between her legs. She was careful never to touch her clit, not wanting to come. She ran it through her folds, getting the toy wet from her arousal. Beside her, on the bed, her phone dinged, and she clicked the vibrator off before picking up the phone.
Noah:
If I get pulled over for speeding, it’s your fault.
PS, those are mine, put them back where you found them.
She laughed, quickly typing back to him.
Zara:
I believe they actually belong to me.
PS. Drive safely, but fast.
Noah:
Possession is 9/10 of the law.
Zara:
Then I guess I own this.
Without even questioning it, she snapped a photo of the small vibrator she was holding. It was lying against her leg, and while her pussy wasn’t in view, anyone looking at the picture could absolutely tell what part of her body it was.
Noah:
Do not make yourself come before I get there. 15 minutes.
She sent him another text, but he didn”t answer, and she assumed it was because he was driving. Setting her phone down, she picked up the vibrator and once again began to play with herself. She kept her eyes open because if she closed them, she would imagine it was Noah touching her, playing with her, and teasing her. Envisioning him would make her come, and she did not want that.
Or did she?
Noah had told her not to come. What would happen if she didn’t listen?
She loved the little spanks he’d given her and how demanding he was when they made love.
And, yes, it was now making love and not sex. Yeah, sometimes it was sex, and sometimes it was fucking. But every single time, it was love because she loved him and she was sure he loved her.
She wasn”t going to go there. Not tonight. She needed time to process. Time to think it through. Time to figure out how they could make a relationship work with the physical distance between them.
Putting all that aside, she let herself get lost in picturing Noah touching her and pleasing her even though she said she wouldn’t.
Several times, she brought herself to the brink, but she stopped short before she could go over the edge. There was a tiny part of her that told her to come. She could disobey Noah and see what he thought of that. See what he’d do. There was another part of her that wanted to wait. She wanted to draw out the pleasure while also showing Noah that she followed directions well.
She liked the thought of pleasing him, not only in bed, but in life. The thought of making him happy in any way brought her happiness to a new level.
She heard the front door slam and then footsteps as Noah’s voice echoed through the house.
“You better not have come.” His words were harsh and demanding.
She smiled, letting the vibrator finally touch her clit. She moaned loudly at the first touch. Loud enough to know Noah heard her.
“Zara.” The way he said her name, so forceful and dictatorial, had her panting. Then he was there. In the doorway to the bedroom. Shoes off, chest bare, and pants halfway down his legs. She salivated at the sight of him. “God damn. You”re gorgeous.” He continued to push his pants from his body, his cock jutting out long and hard. From her spot on the bed, she could see moisture on the tip, and she unconsciously licked her lips.
He groaned.
“Hurry,” she moaned, the vibrator electrifying her clit to the point that she was very close to release.
He moved like a man on a mission, falling face-first into her pussy, throwing the vibrator across the room as his tongue took its place.
And then she was flying. Flying straight into a gorgeous sunset and oblivion and bliss and heaven. The way he made her come so hard and fast was all of those things and more. She was so sensitive from using the vibrator all that time and now his tongue, that pushing him away was not an option.
If he wanted her to come again, she”d come again.
She’d do anything he wanted, and from how he ate her like a starved man, he definitely wanted her to come again.
His murmurs and groans and the sounds of wetness as he licked her and ate her and eventually speared her with his fingers were dirty and erotic. She reached down, gripping his hair with both hands, tugging furiously on his hair as she writhed and bucked against his mouth and fingers.
Then his movements stopped, and he pulled away from her body, looking up at her. She wanted to scream and cry out for him to keep going but she was instantly blindsided by how gorgeous he was. He was always sexy and hot, but with his face covered in her arousal, that sexiness was heightened to a new level.
“I see you didn”t use the cuffs.” Somehow he looked relaxed and calm. That was not the case for her. She was on fire.
She bit down on her lip, moaning at what he was getting at. “I forgot all about them.”
He sat up just a little bit more, dipping his hand into the box next to her on the bed. He pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs. No pink fluffy ones for him. These were the real deal.
“I feel like I should ask you where you got those.” She never took her eyes off him as he moved up the bed toward her face and, before she knew it, had the handcuff snapped around one wrist. “And why you”re so good at this?”
His eyes flicked to hers as he held her gaze. “I”ve never used these before or any handcuffs at all.”
That had her blinking up at him. “Then why do you have them?”
“I bought all of this,” he motioned toward the box, “for you. With you in mind.”
The throb between her legs grew stronger, and she squeezed her eyes shut quickly before opening them again. His expression was hesitant, and she knew he was waiting for her. She put him out of his misery. “Put the fucking cuffs on me and fuck me.” He bought toys for her, with her in mind, for them to use together. He hadn”t just wanted her from afar. He”d wanted her from afar.
There was a difference. A huge one. At least to her.
One was about sex, and one was about much more.
His perseverance in waiting her out was sexy as fuck.
With the handcuffs finally on and secured to the headboard, he sat back, grinning as his fingers of one hand traced down her chest and to her tits, where he fondled and then flicked her nipples. He didn”t linger there long before his fingers were grazing the skin of her stomach. “Jesus, having you at my mercy like this is....” He shook his head, apparently not able to finish his sentence.
“Noah,” his name came out breathy and full of need, which was exactly how she felt.
“You”re going to lie there and take what I give you.” He smiled sexily, his hand gripping her hip tightly. While he might sound confident in his demand, she was starting to know him well enough to know he was also asking for permission to continue on with this little game they were playing.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned, willing to take anything he could give her. She was right there with him, and she wanted him to know that. If her words didn’t do it, he got the message from how her body was gyrating underneath him, begging him to touch her between her legs.
“All I could think about the whole goddamn game was you, here in my house, in my bed.” His hands continue to roam her body, caressing and teasing every inch. “Then you sent me those pictures, and I couldn”t breathe for how much I wanted you.”
She was lost in his words. Lost in his touch. Lost in him.
He went on and on, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her, how much he needed her, and how she turned him on. His hands, and then eventually his lips, touched every part of her body and what felt like her soul. She was so far gone that when he finally thrust inside her, all she could do was moan his name and watch as he took her.
He fucked her fast and hard, her climax coming on strong and continuing until it was one long release after the other. She was a puddle of goo on the bed as she pulled at the handcuffs, the metal digging into her wrists. When he switched his pace, going from hard and fast to slow and controlled, she wondered how she’d make it until he came. From the untamed look on his face, she had a feeling he could last all night.
Part of her wanted that. Another part of her, the part that was rung out from pleasure, wanted it to end so she could have a break from the onslaught of feelings he was demanding from her.
She wasn’t sure her body or mind could handle any more.
Noah proved her wrong by flipping her over—her arms twisting in the cuffs, digging into her skin a little bit more— and holding her down with one arm while fucking her with long, unyielding strokes. He pressed his palm into the small of her back, forcing her back to arch and her ass high up into the air. His other hand found her clit, circling it repeatedly as he fucked her long and hard from behind. He coaxed another orgasm from her with his fingers, cock, and words.
“Come around my cock, you dirty girl. You love when I fuck you like this. I want to feel you gripping me tight when you come.” When the orgasm took hold, she cried out, her entire body shaking and sensitive. One last powerful thrust had him following her into his own euphoria.
The murmur of her name over and over as he continued to ride out his release had her ready to confess her love to him right then and there.
She literally had to press her face against the pillow to stop herself from shouting it out.
Before she was even coherent or able to think, she felt Noah pulling from her body and working to remove the handcuffs quickly. She found herself practically in his lap, with him rubbing her wrists in his hands.
“Shit, I”m so sorry. I was too rough.” She could hear the distress in his words.
She turned in his arms, facing him. “You were not too rough. You were just the right amount of rough.” He looked down between them, gripping her hands in his again, running his thumbs over her wrists. She could only stare at him as he cared for her and worried over her. Then it struck her that even with everything they’d done since he’d walked in the room, they hadn”t kissed.
She suddenly craved his kiss.
His head snapped up, and from the hunger in his eyes, she knew he realized the same thing. Cupping her cheeks in both hands, he studied her face intently, his thumbs dancing over her skin. A whimper left her mouth at the need to kiss him, and then finally, his lips were on hers, and they were kissing passionately. The sex they had might be out of this world, but Noah’s kisses kept her feet planted firmly on the ground.
This was reality. Noah was real and so was the way she felt about him. And the way he kissed her told her everything she needed to know about him.
“You taste so good,” he said when he took a quick breath. Then his lips were right back on hers, kissing her even more profoundly.
Zara revelled in his kisses. How his lips felt against hers, the way his hands held her face, and the sounds he made. The best part, almost better than the kiss, was when it ended, and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly.
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“I missed you,” shemumbled the words into his shoulder, not even sure if he could hear her.
Noah’s arms loosened, and he pulled back, a big smile on his face. “I”m so glad you”re here.” The words held so much happiness, and she could tell how true they were.
She shifted a little, pulling the covers up over her lap. He took that invitation and slid under them with her. “I saw that you had a good game.”
He nodded. “I was just trying to end the game quicker. It”s amazing what you can do when you put your mind to it.”
She laughed, rolling her eyes. “If sex were that big of a motivator, I think all athletes would have figured it out by now.”
“Knowing there is hot sex waiting for you when the game ends is a huge motivator, and can I just say, coming home to you naked on the bed using a vibrator is a fantasy I didn”t know I needed in my life.”
“I aim to please.”
He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. “You sure do.”
They got lost in each other for the next few hours, talking, kissing, and making love again. When they were both worn out, they fell asleep, wrapped tightly around each other.