Chapter 36 #2
I shower, brush my teeth, and put on my silk pajama shorts and matching tank top, before I settle into bed, opting to keep the drapes open on my large window.
My view overlooks the lake, and with the light of the moon reflecting off the water, my room has a soft silvery glow.
It’s so still and peaceful, and my thoughts quickly drift to Noah and our encounter in the pantry earlier.
The way he felt between my legs, his scent, how my body hummed to life with just the faintest caress of his hand. I ache to be touched, and just as my hand glides down my body to satisfy the need to go to him, to talk to him, to just be with him takes over, and I slide out of bed.
I make my way to the door, turning the handle and creeping into the dark hallway, and tiptoe to where Noah is staying. I go to lightly tap my knuckles against the hard wood, but I freeze and second guess my reckless decision.
What am I doing? No, this isn’t right, this isn’t fair to him. I can’t keep giving him mixed signals. We agreed to be friends. Just friends.
Go back to your room, Victoria.
I go to turn on my heel just as his bedroom opens, and his tall and wide frame fills the space.
“Noah?” I say on a gasp.
“What are you doing here, Tor?” he asks, but I’m rendered speechless and ignore his question and hurry back to my room with him hot on my heels.
“Tori.” He says my name firmly. “Why were you at my door?”
I want to tell him, but I’m terrified to admit it out loud.
“You need to go,” I say on a shaky breath.
He ignores my words, and closes the door behind him and my eyes fall to his body, and it’s then I notice, he’s only in a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Holy mother of God. Every ab sparkles under the moonlight, turning that ache in my core into a painful need.
“Noah,” I say a little harsher, and he runs a hand through his dark hair.
“Why did you come to my room?” He asks again.
Come on, Tori, open your damn mouth and tell him how you feel.
But like always, my fear of commitment and letting myself truly love him wins.
“I need you,” he says without hesitation. “And I know you feel it too. Why are we denying ourselves what we clearly both want?”
‘Noah, you know why,” I say.
“Forget all that, just for a moment. Let yourself have what you want, Tor. Admit how you really feel.” He takes a step closer, and my heart thumps erratically.
“You better go before someone catches you,” I whisper as he closes the last bit of space between us. He lifts my chin to look up at him, a shadow from the moonlight casts across his face and his broad shoulders, and all I want to do is fold into him and surrender to this feeling.
“If you really want me to go, darlin’, I’ll go…” His fingers wander down to my waist, tugging me closer. My hands go to his bulging biceps as I press my chest to his. The thump of his heart beats in time with mine, letting me know he does want this as much as me.
“Make the move, Tor. Show me what you want. Do you want me to stay, or go?”
I don’t have to think, I know what I want.
So I let my actions say everything my words can’t.
I reach up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his.
We are both gone. Lost in the moment. Tongues, lip biting, and teeth clashing, we are all in.
He places his hands under my ass cheeks and lifts me, and I tug on his hair, deepening the kiss.
The backs of my thighs land on something hard and cold, and I break the kiss to see I’m on the dresser by the door.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Noah says through ragged breaths, and then he’s back on me again; his tongue finding mine. I drag my nails down his back, and he wraps my legs around his waist. My hips move on their own, rubbing my center against his hard cock that strains against the fabric of his briefs.
He whimpers into my mouth, and the sound alone has me grinding down harder.
His mouth finds my neck, and he sucks where my pulse beats for him.
I fight the moan that works its way up my throat, and almost whine in protest when he moves away, but when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down, every muscle in my body tenses in anticipation.
He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, and his hooded eyes meet mine. My chest heaves as he parts my legs, and all my fears leave the room along with my moral compass, when this man drinks me in like I am the most desirable thing he’s ever seen.
“Tori, baby, look… at… you.” His soft moans have me biting down on my bottom lip as he sucks on his index and middle finger and then glides them through my pussy and pushes them inside me.
We both gasp together, and my eyes flutter shut as my body adjusts to the feeling of his touch.
“Oh, I’ve missed this.” He works his fingers a little quicker, and I widen my legs, giving him easy access to that sensitive spot, and when he hits it, I let out a cry, and reach out for something to hold onto, but hit a picture frame, which falls to the floor with a clatter.
“Shit, we need to be quiet. Harry might hear,” I whisper hiss.
Noah adds another finger, ignoring my words, and I clamp my hand over my mouth to hold in the whimper that creeps up my throat, but my stomach drops when a knock and the sound of my brother’s voice float through the door beside us.
“Tor, are you okay in there?”
My eyes widen, and Noah’s do the same.
He knocks again. “Tori, are you in there?” Panic builds. If he catches us like this, I don’t know what we’ll do.
Noah leans in, brushing his lips against my ear. “Ignore him,” he whispers.
“I can’t…” I attempt to hiss back, but Harry’s panicked voice calls through the door again.
“Tori, answer me.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I uh, dropped my phone,” I stammer, sounding so unconvincing.
“Are you sure?”
I go to reply, but Noah begins pumping his fingers in and out again as he smirks.
I should push back and tell him to stop, but my head rolls back in pleasure and hits the wall loudly.
Harry calls again, “Tori?”
“Yes.”
“What are you doing?” His tone is suspicious.
Noah brings the index finger of his free hand to his lips to shush me again.
My mouth falls open as the fucker decides to add his thumb into the mix, rubbing my throbbing clit, sending me into a spin.
I have to lean forward to bite down on his shoulder to stop myself from screaming.
The thrill and anxiety of being caught is now turning me on in a way I didn’t anticipate.
How can something so wrong feel so damn good?
“Tori, is something wrong?” Harry demands.
“Don’t stop,” I mouth, never taking my eyes off him.
He sinks to his knees and gives me a wink that nearly has me coming on the spot. “Atta girl.”
When his tongue swipes over my clit, I let out a gasp, and Noah’s free hand shoots up and clamps over my mouth.
“Tori,” Harry shouts. “I’m coming in.” The door handle begins to rattle, and I scream, tearing Noah’s hand away from my mouth.
“Nooo, I’m naked.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Don’t come in.”
Noah’s laugh vibrates against my pussy, and I squeeze my legs together.
My eyes roll when he curls his fingers inside me, and that delicious pressure builds in my core, causing me to whimper.
“Why are you naked?” Harry calls, and he’s really starting to piss me off. “Tori, I need you to open the door, please. I’m worried about you.”
“Harry, I…” I pant.
“I’m getting Ali.”
“No, no, Harry, please. I uh, got my period. I have cramps. I was looking for some pills and dropped my phone. Just go back to bed.”
There’s silence, and just when I think he’s gone and I am ready to free fall over the edge, Harry speaks again. “Tor, I’d feel better if you—”
I cut him off, not able to take another moment of this insanity. “For the love of God, Harry, go the fuck to bed.” I really need him to leave so I can wrap this up because the pace Noah is going is torturous.
“Fine, Night,” Harry grumbles. When I hear his bedroom door close, I sag with relief, and Noah takes that as his sign to really go for it. The sound of my arousal fills the room, and I clamp a hand down on his bulging bicep to steady myself.
A scream works its way up my throat, and before it has a chance to escape, Noah pushes two fingers into my mouth, and I bear down on them, moaning around his digits as he continues to work me through my orgasm that has my legs shaking and my stomach contracting.
My leg falls from his shoulder, and I struggle to keep myself upright.
Noah grins as he rises, staring at me as he sucks his fingers clean. “Hhmm, you taste even better than I remember.” And then he winks in that way, and I almost come again.
“You’re an ass.” I playfully hit his chest, and he laughs. “What if he caught us?”
Noah carries me to the bed and lays me down, covering my body with his.
“Well, things would have gotten a little awkward, but it would have been totally worth it.” He grins before kissing me, and I’m gone, again. I’m so gone for this man. My mind spins, and all my reasons for not giving this a go seem so insignificant when I’m in his arms.
But I won’t let myself think about that right now. I’m going to allow myself to enjoy the here and now and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.