CHAPTER 35
NOAH
I round the corner to the bathroom and freeze in the open doorway as my eyes take in the jaw-dropping sight before me.
“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe, my gaze trailing the length of Bella’s body.
“What?” She asks, her eyes wide with panic as she turns to me, her hand suspended midair with a tube of red lipstick clutched in it.
“You look fucking phenomenal.” I give her another once over, my mouth drying up at the way her little black dress hugs every dip and curve of her perfect little body before dropping down to the six-inch fuck me heels hugging her petite feet.
Little specks of glitter sparkle on every inch of exposed skin under the glow of the bathroom lights and I get the sudden urge to play dot to dot with every single one. With my tongue.
“You don’t think my dress is too short?” She asks, tugging at the ends of the fabric, the insecurity evident in her tone of voice.
I shake my head slowly, taking a step toward her. “Not at all, baby. You look fucking perfect.”
Coming to stand beside her, I spin her so that her back is to my front, and she can see our reflection in the mirror. I pull her hair, that is straight instead of falling in its usual curls, away from her shoulder, exposing her neck to me as I lean down and run my lips along the skin there.
“So perfect. And so fucking mine,” I say in a low voice, my breath ghosting across her skin and causing goosebumps to break out.
My hands glide down the curve of her hips to the bottom of the dress, fingers teasing the edges. “Are you wearing underwear, baby?”
Bella’s breath catches in her throat, and I smile to myself at the effect just my words have on her.
Eyes finding hers in the mirror, I watch as she chews on her bottom lip before she shakes her head. “N-no.”
“Fuck,” I growl, taking her earlobe between my teeth as my hands slide beneath the dress, finding the evidence of her words when my fingers brush against her bare pussy.
I stroke her clit slowly, spreading her wetness and relishing the way her legs shake as her head falls back against my shoulder. “Were you going to go out like this, Bells?”
Her breathing stutters as I slide one long digit into her before withdrawing it again. “Y-yes.”
“Hmm,” I hum, rocking my hips into her and letting her feel what she’s doing to me.
“Noah,” she whimpers, her eyes trained on mine in the mirror.
“Yeah, baby?” I whisper, watching her as I dip into her again.
“Please?” She begs and the sound of the word falling from her red painted lips is like a line straight to my fucking dick.
“Please what?” I murmur, adding another finger as I rock into her from behind, needing some sort of friction to stem the throbbing in my cock.
“Fuck me,” she breathes, blinking at me innocently and that’s all I need.
“Put your hands on the counter and stick your ass out,” I demand, pulling her dress up to expose her completely.
She does what I ask, and I make quick work of pulling my dick out, breathing a sigh of relief at the loss of pressure.
I tap my dick against her ass cheeks, once, twice, before running it along the seam of her pussy, coating myself in her wetness.
Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession, her heavy breaths fogging up the mirror as she watches me. The head of my dick nudges against her opening and she rises on her tiptoes, mouth falling open as I slide myself into her, inch by painful inch.
“Fuck,” we breathe at the same time as her tight little pussy moulds around me, holding me in place as she adjusts.
My hand comes down on her ass with a hard slap, taking her by surprise and coaxing a scream from her as her entire body jolts forward.
“Oh my God,” she cries, pushing back into me. “Again.”
“You like that?” I ask, my gaze finding hers in the mirror. She watches me under hooded lids, lips parted and cheeks flushed as she nods. “Yes.”
My hand comes down again, this time on her other cheek and she cries out once more, her legs shaking as she struggles to hold herself up.
I take one of her thighs in my hand and lift it, placing her knee on the counter. “Stay just like this. Got it?”
She nods again as I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her head back until I can place a kiss on her lips. “Good girl.”
And then I fuck her.
I fuck her like I’ve never fucked her before.
My hips rut into her over and over with bruising force and she meets me stroke for stroke, her tits bouncing and spilling out of the top of her dress.
Keeping one hand in her hair, I bring the other one down on her ass again, my movements never faltering before grabbing a handful of the plump skin and using it to pull her back into me.
Every inch of my skin burns and tingles as pleasure rushes through me, the threat of my orgasm looming. “You gonna cum for me, Bella?”
“Yes,” she cries, her hands braced against the mirror. “I’m so close.”
“I know,” I grunt, feeling her inner walls pulse and clench around me as I drive into her. Stars dance behind my eyes as I look down and watch as I slide out before slamming back in.
“Noah,” Bella screams as her body locks up tight, her pussy clamping down on me as a gush of wetness explodes from her and drips down my length.
“Fuck!” I roar, right as my stomach tightens, my balls draw up and I fill her with what feels like every single drop of cum in my body.
***
I bite the inside of my cheek to withhold the laugh threatening to bubble out of me at the way Bella attempts to walk like she wasn’t thoroughly fucked against the bathroom sink less than an hour ago.
It would be a real shitty time to laugh at something like that, considering her brother is less than three feet away and glaring daggers into the side of my head.
I ignore him, keeping my eyes focused on the blonde beauty and the object of my every fantasy as she leans against the bar.
Bella’s hands move animatedly as she speaks to the other three women and I find myself smiling when she throws her head back and laughs, her face glowing with pure happiness.
Fuck, I’m so in love with her it’s not even funny.
“Never thought I’d see the day.” A voice says from next to me and I reluctantly drag my eyes away from my woman to frown at my brother.
“What?”
“That you’d be just as whipped as the rest of us,” Hunter says, tilting his beer in the direction of the bar.
I open my mouth to deny his statement but quickly snap it shut again because he’s right. I’m completely fucking whipped. “Yeah, well, it’s more fun than I thought it’d be.”
He throws his head back and laughs, his hand clapping me on the back. “Good luck, brother. You’re gonna need it.”
I frown at him. “Why’s that?”
Hunter leans back against the wall and crosses his arms as his attention focuses on his fiancé. “There’s not a thing in this world she could ask me for that I wouldn’t give her.”
My frown deepens. “I’m not seeing the problem here.”
Hunter’s eyes flick over to mine briefly before returning to Savannah. He brings his bottle to his lips and takes a gulp before replying. “The problem is that she knows it.”
My eyes trail the length of him, taking in the white tutu and silk sash with the word Bride scrawled across it and I bite my lip to keep from laughing at him.
“Precisely, brother,” he says, already knowing what my next question was going to be. “Soon, it’ll be you dressed up as the bride under the request of your loving fiancé and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it now.”
I run a hand along my jaw, my lips twitching. “I dunno, man. I think I have a little more dominance than you.”
“We’ll see,” Hunter laughs, clapping me on the back once more before he swans off to find his groom.
Bella saunters toward me then, her cheeks still slightly flushed from earlier, and hands me a drink. I take it from her and lean forward, placing a soft kiss against her lips. “Thank you, baby.”
She beams up at me before movement to our right catches her eye and her smile falters slightly. I follow her gaze to Killian as he sits at the table, his wife perched in his lap, but his stormy eyes trained on us, jaw ticking.
He’s brooding and it pisses me off.
I place a hand on Bella’s hip and pull her closer to me, my lips finding her ear. “He’ll get over it.”
“Do you think we should hold off on the touching around him?” She asks me quietly and my head rears back.
“Fuck no. Did he hold off when you were around?”
She shakes her head, but I don’t miss the hint of sadness behind her eyes.
I hate that it’s there at all.
“Exactly. He will get over it. It’s just going to take some getting used to.”
“Okay,” she mutters, still not convinced and I lift her chin with my finger, forcing her eyes up to mine.
“Are you with me, baby?”
“Yes,” she breaths.
“Good.” I place another kiss on her lips. “Now go dance with your friends.” I nod my head in the direction of Savannah, Liv and Daisy who have all made their way onto the dance floor.
Without another word, Bella turns to leave and I watch her walk away before sending a glare of my own to my asshole of a best friend.