Chapter 17 #2
“Dad, can you watch me flip into the pit?”
“Yeah, go ‘head. I’ll watch.”
The little boy happily ran off and positioned himself. Before taking off, he looked over to ensure Noble watched him. Once confirmed, he did a front flip into the pit.
“I want you to come back to the house with us.”
“Are you sure? I don't want to come off too strong with Kenji.”
Noble waved his hand. “I don't need you to worry about that. He’s not even paying attention. Besides, he likes you.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he told me on the way here. He thinks you're pretty.”
She blushed. “Really? He said that?”
“Yeah, but I don't like the way you smiling. Let me find out that a six-year-old can make you smile like that.”
“You swear we’re not talking about your son.”
Chuckling, he kissed her cheek. “I’m just playing, baby. Say you’ll come over.”
“I’ll go wherever you go.”
Noble looked around before planting a quick kiss to her lips. “You hungry?”
“I’m always hungry.”
Hours later…
Irish sat in Noble’s theatre room after watching Spider-Man Homegoing with the boys.
When the movie went off, Noble took the kids to prepare for bedtime.
While he was occupied, Irish explored his home, marveling at the opulent property that sat on one acre of land.
The first time she’d come, she gave herself a quick tour but didn’t explore the gym, wine cellar, or swimming pool.
Now that she’d seen every inch of The St. Anthony estate, she fell in awe.
After walking through the home, Irish went back to the theater room and texted Cali.
They’d made plans to meet up since they hadn’t spent much time with each other.
Normally, Irish would be at Cali’s side while she went through the transition of her divorce, but she had been through a rough patch too.
Cali didn’t hold it against her, which she was thankful for.
“Aye.”
Her eyes followed the deep baritone toward the door where Noble peeked his head inside.
“Come on.”
Grabbing her purse, Irish met him at the door and slipped her hand inside his. They ascended the staircase and walked into the master bedroom. Noble’s room was dark themed with coffered ceilings, a stone accent wall, and a sitting area near the vast bay window.
Closing the door, he faced her. “I want you to stay the night with me.”
“But Kenji’s here.”
“I know. You can leave before he gets up.” His big hands slid from her shoulders then up to her neck before kissing her lips. “I can’t let you leave. That skirt you got on had my dick hard all day.”
A slight moan fell from her lips as he kissed her again. Pulling back abruptly, Noble studied her with his seductive gaze.
“I did something for you.”
“Oh, yeah?” She angled her head.
Grabbing her hand, he led them into the en suite where there were candles placed throughout the space. A TV that was mounted inside the wall displayed a fireplace screensaver. D’Angelo’s Another Life softly bumped through the recessed speakers. Irish’s mouth gaped as she turned toward him.
“Baby, when did you do this?”
“While the boys were in the shower, I set this up for you.” He drew in closer, cupping her ass with his hands. “I would’ve had some wine for you but you gotta settle for apple juice.”
Irish gazed around the room, in complete awe at how Noble had set the mood.
After the eventful day she’d had with him, this was the perfect way to end the night.
Noble skillfully pulled the straps down on her halter top and helped her out of her skirt.
He then tugged her thong down and walked her toward the tub.
Helping her inside, she sat as the hot water engulfed her body.
“I’ll be right back.”
Irish nodded, too inebriated to speak because he had taken her breath away.
She felt foolish for depriving herself from this type of romance.
The kind that only lived in books and TV shows.
She never thought this type of love existed.
How could she when she only lived for Jovanis?
He’d done sweet things but there was never any romance involved.
Just platonic love and Irish couldn’t live off of that anymore.
“Sit up.” Noble interrupted her thoughts as he slid in behind her. With her back to his brawny chest, she felt there was nothing better than this.
“How did you know I needed this?” she asked.
The tips of his fingers trailed up her wet thigh. “I don't know. I just felt it.”
“Oh, so you're in tune with me like that?”
“Yeah, and it didn’t take much effort. All you needed was love.” He sealed his words with a kiss to her neck.
Irish was silenced, mulling over how fast she had fallen for Noble.
Was she love starved or did he provide love so well that she had no choice but to surrender to him?
Irish wasn’t certain but Noble was her only choice.
No man compared. If there was a competition to compete for her love, there was no doubt he would win the championship.
“I made a decision recently that was hard, but it needs to happen.”
With one hand around her waist and the other holding her breast, he asked, “What’s that?”
“I've decided to cut my mother off for good.”
After all the agonizing memories, the disappointments, and manipulation, Irish was tired of carrying Daisy.
She hadn’t done anything to deserve what loyalty Irish had given her.
She never even received a thank you for picking up her slack.
Their relationship had been one-sided for years, and Irish was now prepared to cut the cord.
“What made you come to that conclusion?”
“I don't want to be in contact with her anymore. I’ve realized that I’ve enabled her.
I still help her out with her expenses when she hasn’t helped me with anything.
She doesn’t even contribute to my little sister’s lifestyle.
That has always fallen on me and Jovanis.
” Irish exhaled. “I guess I just realized that there is no benefit in staying in contact with her. I’m ready to let go. ”
“You sound like your mind is made up,” he noted.
“It is. I’m going to tell her face to face. I think she should see how badly she’s hurt me.”
A ripple of euphoria hit Irish as Aaliyah’s Choosey Lover filled the room. This had to be what bliss felt like, listening to ol’ school tunes while being wrapped in the safest arms in the world. If this was a dream, Irish wanted to stay sleep forever.
“I’ll make sure you have no more sad days from here on out,” he promised.
Resting her hands on his hairy legs, she asked, “How can you promise me that? What if things are out of your control?”
“Because I’m dedicated to you. You won’t have to struggle or be in pain. Physically or emotionally. What you used to suffer from won’t be anymore. I’m making that promise to you, Pumpkin.”
Irish could’ve evaporated in the water at that very moment.
Noble’s word sounded like the law, as if it should've been written in the U.S. Bill of Rights. She believed him. He hadn’t proven her wrong yet.
Turning around, she straddled him. The temperature had risen inside the bathroom, and she wasn’t sure if it was due to the hot water or their scolding chemistry.
Their lips met, creating an explosion of passion. Her tongue snuck inside his mouth, reuniting with his. Irish was so high off this man. She wanted to live in his skin if possible.
“Promise me you’ll take care of my heart,” she requested, mouth covering his.
“I promise, baby… I’ma love you better than anybody ever has in your life.”
What a proclamation. She could’ve folded at that very second.
Noble peeled his lips from hers and found her breasts.
Her back was arched, mouth parted as he licked and sucked on her cobbled nipples.
They were so sensitive that her center pulsated without warning.
Irish reached into the water and grabbed his erection.
She stroked it, bringing his dick to the thickest capacity.
“Can I take you for a ride, Papa?”
He smirked, biting that bottom lip of his. “Go slow.”
Gingerly, she sat down on his manhood, inciting a grunt from Noble. His head fell back as she gently glided her pussy up and down his shaft.
“Damn, Pumpkin,” he groaned. “It’s something about this pussy… shit got magic in it.”
Resting her hands on his shoulders, Irish picked up her pace. The sounds of waters crashing against the tub clashed with the music.
“Papa, tell me you want it forever,” she purred.
Noble grabbed her neck, pulling her face toward his. “I got it forever and don't ever forget that shit.”
His aggression heightened her arousal. She rode him at full speed, gripping the edge of the tub to ensure she had full control.
Noble’s face warped from the pleasure. She loved riding his dick.
It disarmed him. He was nothing more than Play-Doh when she was in the driver seat of their lovemaking.
Gripping her breasts, he squeezed her nipples as she continued to bounce.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.
Her climax had arrived, making her hunch over from the pleasure. She was supposed to make him cum before she did.
“I figured out your play, baby. That pussy only responds to me,” he taunted her.
When Irish had gained her vision back, she peered at him as he fucked her from the bottom. His hand had resumed its place on her neck, squeezing just enough to apply light pressure. Water mixed with Noble and Irish was a recipe for climaxing and screams of bliss.
“Tell me you love this dick,” he commanded, pounding her relentlessly.
“I love it so much,” she whimpered.
“Now tell me you love me.”
His manhood pulsated as he rubbed against her sensitive zone.
“Papa, you know I love you.”
“Now cum with me.”
Noble delivered two more thunderous strokes before they both jumped off the ledge of pleasure. Their orgasm was fleeting but so powerful that neither one said a thing for at least two minutes. She lifted her head, peering deeply into his eyes.