CHAPTER 28
BELLA
I chew on my bottom lip as I stare at Noah’s text.
Noah: Prove it.
He can’t be serious, can he?
I quickly click out of the text thread with Noah and open a new one, adding two people to it.
Me: If a man texts you and asks you to show him what you’re wearing, what would you do?
I pace the length of my bedroom as I wait for a response. Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long.
Sav: Is this a flirty type of question or a controlling type?
Liv: Don’t be dense, Savannah. Obviously, it’s flirty. And it depends. What ARE you wearing?
Me: A thong?
Liv: Lace or cotton?
Me: Lace.
Liv: Good. Colour?
Sav: Really? Does that matter?
Liv: Yes.
Me: White.
Liv: That works. Send him a picture.
I freeze at her response.
Me: Seriously?
Liv: Deadly. Report back when it’s done.
Moving across the room, I stand in front of the mirror and open my phones camera. Lifting the device, I snap a few pictures, changing poses every few seconds before scrolling through them all. With every swipe, my lip curls in disgust as I pick apart every image.
The light in this room does nothing for me. The cellulite dimples on my thighs are plain as day, shadows under my breasts makes them look all wrong and my skin is dull and washed out.
Turning off the main light, I flick on the lamp on the bedside locker and move back toward the mirror, pausing when my silhouette on the wall catches my eye.
An idea forms in my head, and I smile to myself, turning sideways and lifting my phone again.
Thanks to a cool breeze drifting in through a window, my nipples are hard, making them obvious in the shadow and I snap multiple angles before moving back to the bed, laying down and inspecting the results.
The dim lighting surrounding my dark silhouette enunciates the curve of my spine, the loose hair falling down my back and the sharp points of my pebbled nipples jutting out from the swell of breast makes me feel sexy in a way I’ve never experienced before.
With a nervous flutter in my stomach, I pull up Noah’s chat and press send.
I watch as the delivered receipt turns to read immediately and bite my bottom lip as I wait for the dots to appear, signalling he’s typing.
Five minutes become ten and with every painful second that passes that they don’t appear, my stomach grows tighter, a knot forming there.
Oh God.
A banner alert pops up at the top of my screen, and I click on it quickly.
Sav: Did you do it?
Me: Yes.
Liv: And?
Me: No response.
Sav: WHAT?
Liv: Show us what you sent.
Sav: Hold on, let me switch rooms so Hunter doesn’t catch a sneak peek.
I read Savannah’s text with dipped brows, quickly typing out a response.
Me: Hunter’s home?
I’ve barely hit send when my bedroom door flies open. I sit up on my bed with a gasp as Noah steps inside, his eyes feral as they land on me.
“Oh my God, Noah. You scared me,” I say, my hands coming to cover my naked breasts.
He takes slow, measured steps toward me, his gaze a flame as it licks every inch of my skin. “Do you have any idea what you just done?”
I blink at him, confused but completely aroused by the huskiness of his voice. “I done what you asked.”
“Hmm,” he hums, still prowling toward me. My eyes drop down on instinct, the evidence of his own arousal obvious as it strains against his jeans. “Of course you did. ‘Cause you’re a good girl, aren’t you, Bells?”
He kneels on the bed, his arms falling either side of my head and caging me in as he leans in, his mouth moving straight for my nipple. My back arches, a gasp escaping me as he takes it between his teeth and bites down before releasing it and repeating the move on the other one.
His mouth trails from my tits, down my abdomen before stopping at the top of my lace thong. “These fucking things. So fucking sexy,” he growls, pulling the fabric between his teeth and letting go, causing it to snap against my skin.
I gasp in surprise, the sharp sting sending a jolt straight to my core and I feel myself grow wetter. Noah chuckles, a dark rumble in his chest as he moves lower until he’s nestled between my thighs, his eyes snaring mine. “My little doll likes a bit of pain with her pleasure, huh?”
Oh God.
This is not the man I know like the back of my hand. When Noah is turned on, he becomes someone else entirely. And I fucking love it.
“Yes,” I hiss, my hips lifting as I push my pussy in his face. His tongue darts out, running the length of my slit over the top of my panties and my eyes roll at the sensation.
“You drive me fucking crazy, Bella.” Noah pulls my underwear to the side, exposing me to him. He runs one long digit through my wetness, making me suck in a sharp breath. Spreading me, his tongue comes out again, making long, languid licks against my swollen clit and my hand flies to his hair.
“Fuck,” I moan, breathless as my hips take on a mind of their own, thrusting up and down against his mouth.
“You taste fucking divine,” Noah says, sliding two fingers into me at the same time his mouth returns. He ravages me like a starving man and my grip tightens in his hair, back bowing off the bed as I chase the orgasm approaching at the speed of light.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chant, my legs shaking, muscles tensing as my inner walls begin to spasm around him and I explode all over his face.
He doesn’t stop, continuing his torture against my clit and dragging my orgasm out for so long my vision blurs and black spots dance behind my eyelids.
I’m a panting mess when he pulls back and undresses himself. Despite my tired, satiated state, my eyes widen, pussy clenching when his cock springs free from his boxers.
Jesus Christ.
He takes it in his fist, jerking it once, twice before rolling a condom over the top and climbs back on the bed settling between my legs.
His hazel eyes find mine, more intensity in them than I’ve ever seen before. “There’s no going back after this, you understand? Once I’m inside you, you’re mine.”
My body’s reaction to his words is visceral. My hands find his hips, sliding around to his muscular ass and I pull him into me, the head of his cock lining up with my entrance.
Lifting my upper body, my lips meet his. “So, make me yours.”
And with those words, he pushes into me, burying himself to the hilt.
We groan simultaneously.
Every muscle in my body tenses as I adjust to the thickness of him filling me. His head drops low, his forehead against mine as he squeezes his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his ass flexing against my fingers as he slowly pulls out before slamming back in. Pleasure radiates from my core, spreading throughout my entire body as he bottoms out, slamming back into me with a force that makes my toes curl.
“Noah,” I cry out, my fingers digging into his skin, pulling him flush against me and wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. His hands move to beneath my ass, lifting my bottom half off the bed as he hammers into me.
“That’s it, baby. Say my name,” he grits between clenched teeth, his eyes hooded as he watches my face.
My eyes roll when the tip of his cock hits that sweet spot inside of me and I throw my head back. “Fuck, yes.”
He pulls out suddenly and my core aches at the emptiness but before I get the chance to complain, he’s flipping me over onto my stomach. With a roughness I’m not used to but fucking love, he grips me by my hips, lifting my ass in the air before slamming back into me.
My mouth opens on a scream, my pussy spasming around him as he fucks into me viciously. He brings one hand down on my ass with a loud crack that sends my body forward and causes a gush of wetness to pool between my thighs.
“Mine,” he growls, his voice barely recognisable as he grabs a handful of my ass.
I nod my head, crying out into the pillow as a second orgasm builds low in my core.
“Say it, Bella,” Noah demands, his hands moving to my hips to pull my body into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, creating an erotic soundtrack throughout the quietness of his house.
“I’m yours,” I moan, lifting my head from the pillow.
Noah’s hand wraps around my neck, pulling my head back so that I’m looking up at him as he leans over my back, his teeth nibbling my shoulder, neck and earlobe.
“And who am I?” He asks against my ear, his voice low and dangerous.
His fingers flex around my throat and my inner walls spasm at the intensity of the moment. “N-Noah.” The words are a stuttered cry as he ruts into me.
A long groan leaves him. “That’s fucking right, baby. Now be a good girl and come for me.” His other hand moves around to my front, fingers finding my clit and he traces quick circles over the swollen bud. “Come all over my cock, Bella.”
His words. Those dirty fucking words are my undoing.
With one last forceful thrust of his hips, I come apart, my mouth opening on a silent scream.
Every inch of my body tenses as I go hurtling over the edge, Noah following quickly behind me.
My name is like a desperate prayer on his lips as he stills, spilling his release into the condom.