Chapter Ten
Ten
It was one of those rare occasions where Noble didn’t have anything going on.
He drove through the city, wondering how his night would end.
He’d just dropped Kenji off at home with Daysha and didn’t have to meet with the lieutenants in TLM.
Noble was free for the night, and he hated how he couldn’t end it with the girl that still had this dangerous hold on him.
Months had passed by and Irish was still a permanent tenant not only in his mind but in his heart.
Not even his breakup with Danira shook him like this.
It was easy for him to move on, but the ginger-haired, freckled-faced beauty wouldn’t release her hold on him.
Stopping at a traffic light, his phone chimed, alerting him of a text message.
Rio: I caught that fish in Miami.
Noble sat in deep thought, wondering what he was referring to until it dawned on him. The one person Rio had been on the hunt for was Cali’s side nigga. His connect had assured him that he would be found. Although it took some time, he’d come through.
Noble: Cook that bitch!
Rio: I’m already on it.
Normally, Noble went and advised him on how to handle his opp but this was personal to Rio.
So, he let him decide how to serve his own revenge.
Noble resumed driving until his phone rang.
Hoping it wasn’t Daysha calling to nitpick with him about something regarding Kenji, he was surprised to see Danira on his screen.
“You must be going through it,” he answered.
She tittered, making him immediately smile. “Now why would you say that?”
“You know we only meet up with each other when we fucked up. So, who hurt you?”
“Ha, ha. You are so not funny, Noble. This was actually a social call. I wanted to see how you were doing.”
“I’m straight.” He turned the corner, arriving at his building.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
Despite me wanting my girl…
“That’s good. Do you feel like meeting me for a drink?”
Glancing at the clock, he nodded. “Yeah. We can do that. Where you trying to meet at?”
“Let’s go to The Glass House. The drinks are good, and the band is great.”
“A’ight, I just pulled up at my crib. I’ma change clothes then be on my way.”
“Okay, see you then.”
Noble arrived in front of his building and got out the truck.
Passing his keys to the valet, he walked inside.
The cool air blanketed his skin as he passed the double doors.
Heading toward the elevator, he stopped midstride.
No words were spoken. No thoughts passed through his mind.
Noble was literally stuck as if someone had a remote control and had put him on pause.
She stood, looking so good that his mouth provided extra salivation.
Irish appeared like she hadn’t been in mental torment like Noble had.
She looked refreshed as if the last three months didn’t rock her being.
Her toasted brown skin had a glow. Her auburn tresses were curled and cascaded on her shoulders.
Those freckles that Noble adored were on full display, evoking memories of him kissing on them to surface.
Despite her pristine appearance, he saw the hesitation in her eyes.
There was a yearning in her orbs that he recognized because he possessed the same desire.
Irish took the first step. Her heels clicked against the shiny tile.
She stood before him as he devoured her with his eyes.
The rage he reserved for her had vanished without evidence of being present.
The only thing in attendance between them was the love they both couldn’t terminate from their hearts.
Noble had never known a person that filled him with frustration and love, simultaneously. Irish had the ability to transform him into a mad man. He hated how much power she had over him, but he wouldn’t dare turn her away. Not when his waking moments were spent thinking about her absence.
Without uttering a single word, Irish grabbed his hand and intertwined her fingers with his.
That was the sign. One that solidified that she didn’t give a fuck about anything but their relationship.
Was she back for good or was she here to play games?
He couldn’t say for certain. Either way, Noble didn’t resist her touch.
He simply ushered her to the elevator and boarded it.
His heart pounded like he’d run three miles on the treadmill.
Irish was a haphazard obsession. She had the potential to fill him with Grade A love or ruin him within an instant.
The elevator doors chimed and the couple stepped off.
There were no words spoken. No pleasantries exchanged.
Only the crashing of their lips while Noble’s hands explored his territory.
Irish’s skin felt so supple against his fingertips.
Noble was getting his fix. One that would require months of detox for him to rid his body of.
“Oh, Papa, I’ve missed you,” she moaned in his ear.
Noble could’ve nutted at that very moment.
Her voice was like syrup on homemade pancakes.
It was sweet and packed with a longing that only he understood.
Picking her up, he carried her to the kitchen island and laid her down.
Hiking up her dress, Noble was pleased to see that Irish didn’t have on any panties.
Her pussy was bare, gleaming from her arousal and Noble couldn’t wait to taste his favorite fruit.
One swipe of his tongue had Irish’s body bucking. Pushing her legs back, Noble licked her folds before focusing on the bud that was sure to unravel her.
“Oh, Papa, yessss,” she cooed, massaging her breasts through the fabric. “I’ve needed you so bad.”
Irish had no idea of the potent need she had become to Noble. He sucked her core, eliciting hisses and moans of pleasure. She tasted so good. She was a flavor he now had to have every day. He could never go without her ever again if he had it his way.
“I see you’ve been taking care of my pussy, Pumpkin.”
“Oooh,” she belted out when he applied pressure to her clitoris.
Noble drew back and saturated her center with his saliva.
Inserting one of his fingers into her opening, he massaged her flesh while resuming his quest on her bud.
Noble never anticipated his night ending like this.
He’d even forgotten the plans he’d made with Danira because his Pumpkin had him so distracted.
“Papa, you ‘bout to make me cum.”
Irish grabbed his head, grinding her pussy deeper into his mouth. Noble consumed her like his favorite dessert, making sure to mark his territory so she’d never crave another man except him.
“Ooh, fuck!” she screamed. “Noble, I hate you so bad for making me feel so good.”
Her body convulsed like she was possessed by a supernatural figure. Her belly caved in and panting gushed from her open mouth. Noble held onto her clit, sucking every drop of her essence to ensure she was empty.
“Damn, baby, you still taste good.” He stood and leaned to kiss her lips. “Did you let another nigga play with my pussy?”
“Of course not,” she moaned between kisses.
“Good now come take me for a ride.”
Noble picked her up and carried her over to the sofa. Despite the room being dark, the skyline ushered in shadowy light that bounced off their bodies. Noble sat down and Irish got on her knees. Skillfully, she unbuckled his jeans, pulling on his erection that was so hard, it pulsated.
“I missed this big dick so much,” she purred.
Noble’s freak bitch was back. He’d pined for every facet of Irish, but this was what he missed so much.
Witnessing her transform from his sweet girl to his personal freak hoe was a movie he could watch over and over again.
Noble’s lips parted; his lids were heavy as he watched his dick disappear inside Irish’s mouth.
It was reminiscent of the first time their bodies had met.
Irish turned Noble out that night. He had become an addict for her and for the first time in his life, he was okay with being dependent on someone.
“Got damn, Pumpkin,” he grumbled. “You trying to make a nigga bust too soon.”
Noble had been lacking in the pussy department. Ever since Irish’s departure, he didn’t desire anyone intimately. He could’ve scrolled through his contacts and found any girl to bless him with a release. Yet, no one would suffice. Only his pumpkin spice would do.
Gripping her hair, he pulled her back a bit, attempting to gain some control.
“Stop playing with me,” he groaned with his eyes closed.
Irish sucked in her jaws, eyeing him with orbs that had released a spell upon him.
What would it take to be freed from this girl?
How hadn’t Noble seen that Irish was trouble the minute she entered his existence?
Inebriated by her warm mouth, he stopped fighting the oncoming orgasm that prompted his nuts to tingle.
His head fell backwards, mentally preparing to release a nut the size of Jupiter.
That was until, he no longer felt her tongue on his shaft.
Tipping his head forward, Noble scowled until he noticed Irish mounting his manhood. She slid down with ease, inciting a moan from the both of them.
“I’m sorry, Papa. I need that nut in my pussy,” she moaned.
Noble gripped her ass with his large hands as their lips met.
Their kiss was made of fireworks, rainbows, and ecstasy.
If Noble could’ve packaged her up, he would’ve.
His phone rang in the distance but Noble didn’t care who was on the line.
TLM could’ve been in a crisis and Noble wouldn’t have climbed out of this Grade A pussy to answer.
“I need you so much,” she confessed, picking up the rhythm.
“I need you, too. I hope you ain’t fucking teasing me.”
Irish leaned back, making her tits bounce. “I can’t do it anymore.”
“Do what?” he asked, panting heavily.
“Be without you,” she whimpered. “Damn, Papa don’t...”