17. Noah
I rolled my hips, pressing into the softness beneath me.
My moans collided with hers, hitting my ears at the same time while I ground deeper into her body, consumed with the scent of her skin, overwhelmed by the quickening in my chest.
I was falling into her scent, into her warmth.
My dick ached and my breath stuttered. I wanted this. I’d spent so much time fucking wanting this that my hips sped up at the thought, lost in a frenzy of their own making while my body jerked against her inviting give. She took me so easily, wrapping me in warmth, giving my whimpers a place to rest against her neck.
True was everything I wanted. The only thing I’d craved in a long, long time. So I gave myself permission to get lost in her. To let her pull me under her spell until I was wrung out and spent, depleted from the way she used me.
I could feel her wetness hitting my thighs every time I slammed into her, could feel the tug against my length every time I retreated and came back for more.
I ground harder, slowing the pace so I could enjoy every single second because I was getting close, and nothing would stop me from coming.
The headboard hit the wall with a rhythmic thud, and even though my eyes weren’t open, I could envision the frames above my bed shifting slightly from the force.
The pull at the base of my gut grew headier, pushing me to fuck into her harder when all I wanted to do was take my time.
“Fuck, True,” I whimpered. “You feel…”
My sentence died when more warmth coated my thighs.
I was out of words.
The only thing I could do was pump harder, rock faster.
I needed this. Needed to come so bad, I could taste it on my tongue.
In a haze, I reached out, my fist grasping a pillow as I tried to tether myself to something real while my body floated above the clouds.
Oh, god. Oh, fuck.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
I could smell cherries and warm vanilla, hear her husky voice pitched higher because of the things I was doing to her.
And then…then the familiar scent of leather and coffee swarmed my senses, robbing me of the tenuous hold I had on my control.
I was still fitted snugly against True, but all I could smell was Greyson.
There was a tug against the hair at my nape and I knew it was him. Knew the strength of his touch even though he’d never used it on me. My mouth fell open and I was too stunned to let out a moan.
“That’s it, Noah. Fuck our girl just like she deserves. I love the way it sounds. And I can’t wait to see the mess you make.” Another hard pull against my strands and my scalp stung from the pain while pleasure shot down my spine, straight to my dick. “Keep fucking her, baby, and you better not stop until she’s full of your cum.”
Greyson Wolfe had just called me baby and now I was going into cardiac arrest.
Oh, god.
He loosened his hold on my hair and bent to lick the shell of my ear, whispering darkly, “Don’t you want to give me something to clean up when I make you watch me lick her pretty pussy?”
What. The. Fuck?
Something tightened around my shaft and hot cum was spilling out of me before I knew it.
My throat burned. My chest caved. And my body rocked so hard I was convulsing.
A silent minute passed before my eyes popped open and I realized I was alone.
No True.
No Greyson.
Just me.
Face down on my stomach.
In Greyson’s bed.
No.
No.
No.
I pushed up on my forearms and examined the mess beneath me.
I’d just come in my briefs at the thought of fucking our neighbor while Greyson watched.
No.
The softness I’d thought was True? It was really just the give of the memory foam mattress beneath me.
That wetness hitting my leg?
Precum now mixed with my release.
I’d come so hard it went through the cotton of my briefs and leaked against Greyson’s expensive ass sheets.
Ah, fuck.
How had I reached such high highs just to be plummeted to the pits of hell in the next instant?
Not only was I in his bed again, I just came all over his sheets while I imagined him talking me through it.
I’d just imagined a straight man—my best friend—licking my ear and talking me through an orgasm so he could clean up my mess.
Climbing out of bed, the only excuse I had for it was that I’d been in his space and it triggered thoughts of him when I could least control it.
It didn’t mean I wanted him.
It didn’t mean anything.
I was cool with believing that until the dark wet spot against his cream sheets caught my eye again.
I needed to change his bedding and act like this never fucking happened.
That would be a lot easier if I knew where he kept his extra sheets.
The bed was stripped and the soiled ones were in the wash but I still needed to put something on in the meantime.
I checked his closet. Nothing.
The closet in his bathroom. Nothing.
I was ready to pull my hair out and gave in, opening our text thread, recording a voice note right away.
“Where do you keep your extra sheets? I’m changing yours.”
He sent a voice note back.
“Morning, Noah.”
I could hear his shoes against the stone floors of the resort’s lobby and pinched the bridge of my nose, waiting for another message to come through.
“The sheets are in my closet. By the door.”
Again, I walked in his closet and stopped just inside the door, taking my time to let my eyes rake over everything in that area before a sigh of relief pushed past my lips.
I sent him a message telling him thanks and went to make up the bed. When I was done, I checked my messages again and frowned at the new voice note he’d sent.
“Is everything okay? Did something happen?”
Like hell was I telling him. I’d admit to pissing on his Egyptian cotton sheets before I ever told him what really happened. Instead of answering him, I typed out a message to Ms. Annie
Me:
Morning Ms. Annie, I’m running late this morning. Can you feed Duchess for me? I got her some new food yesterday. It’s in the break room
I was just about to get in the shower and wash away my shame when my phone vibrated. That was weird. Ms. Annie usually read the message but never responded.
My eyes swelled when I saw Greyson’s contact was still open and I sent him the message.
Grey:
Duchess?? The cat has a name? What the hell, Noah
Me:
Fuck. I didn’t mean to send you that. Ignore it
Grey:
Me:
It’s nothing. She just prefers dry food in the morning.
Grey:
…
Me:
Glad we had this talk.
With that, I tossed my phone on my bed and went back in my bathroom to wash my dreams away and get ready for the day. If I ignored what I’d done while I was sleeping, it wasn’t real and it couldn’t mean anything in the light of day.