Chapter 8 #2
“No.” She smirked at him. “Jovanis is very supportive. It’s just…
I don't know. People make it seem like love is so accessible when real love isn’t.
I don't want the kind of love that’s deemed the standard.
I wanna be loved like I’m the air that my man needs to survive.
The love that turns into a force because it’s so intense…
” She went quiet for a moment. “Maybe I’m being unrealistic.
What if I’m making love this big ol’ mystical thing when it’s really simple? ”
“Love can be simple, but it can also be that mystical thing you desire.”
Intro crooned in the background as their conversation took a quick intermission.
Irish wanted love, which led him to believe that she didn’t receive it growing up.
This sudden interest in her background couldn’t be contained.
Noble suddenly wanted to know every single detail about Irish so he could ruminate on it.
“I have to admit that you make a helluva drink, Noble.” She grinned at him.
He sat his drink on the coffee table and scooted closer to her. “Do you know what you doing, Irish?”
She rolled her tongue across her lips. “As far as what?
“With me?”
“Honestly… I’m not sure.”
The chemistry between them was so extreme. Noble had never felt anything like it. He had clear intentions on every element in his life but with Irish, everything was so gray. There was no black and white with her. Just a cocktail of lust, allure, and confusion.
“You need to be sure. I’m stepping on a lot of my principles being here with you.”
“I am, too,” she confessed as her eyes fell to her lap.
Noble placed his index finger under her chin and lifted her head. He studied her eyes, freckles, and then her lips which only heightened this fervid need for her.
“We gotta decide if we’re willing to take this risk together.”
Irish’s lips parted. “How about we throw our reservations to the wind? Let’s be oblivious together and explore each other selfishly.”
Everything within Noble’s manhood attempted to pull him back from making this decision.
Not only was Irish married but she was his associate’s wife.
This was too close for comfort. His position didn’t give him room to make reckless choices like this.
He was a leader; the general to an organization that looked to him to guide by example.
What would TLM think if this was to ever seep out from the comfort of the bubble he and Irish had created?
Then, on the other hand, Noble was a man with needs.
Suddenly, Irish had become a necessity that he couldn’t walk away from just yet.
He’d been quietly plotting on her for months, hoping he would see a crack that he could sliver into.
She wanted love and so did he. He’d been single for three years, picking and choosing which woman to indulge in for the night.
If she was lucky, she would make it to a month before his interest dwindled down to a text here and there.
However, this situation wasn’t ideal though.
There was no way Noble and Irish could create magic when there were barriers between them.
His loyalty at the moment was to TLM and hers was to Jovanis.
Despite all that, Noble had to make a choice.
He could leave this where it was and count his losses.
Irish would understand because they were on the same ship but on two different sides.
The smart option would’ve been to walk away, but his desire had grown exponentially wild, and at this moment, he couldn’t ignore it.
Noble leaned forward, compressing his lips against hers.
This kiss was just as explosive as their first one.
Hopefully, this time, there wouldn’t be any distractions.
There was a physical manifestation that took place.
Almost like a plug that had been inserted into an electrical socket.
Irish climbed on top of him, not breaking the kiss.
His erection grew by the second while he sucked on her tongue.
Irish tasted just how he imagined. Like salted caramel with a splash of tequila.
Feverishly, Noble removed her cropped shirt, exposing her small B-cup breasts.
Irish suddenly broke the kiss. Both panting, she stared at him before standing and dropping to her knees.
Noble slouched into the couch as her hands unbuckled his Dior belt.
Soon after, she grabbed his erection and stroked it with her hand.
Her painted red nails were a beautiful contrast against his milk chocolate skin.
Irish didn’t prepare him. She gave no warning as she wrapped her lips around his shaft and gulped him whole.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, watching her eat his dick like she’d missed a few meals.
Irish swallowed him then suctioned her cheeks before wrapping her tongue around his head and repeating it all over again.
Noble’s head fell back in complete bliss. His abdominal muscles tensed as she cast a spell on him. Who was this fucking girl and why was she sucking his dick like a veteran porn star?
Did Jovanis teach her this?
That couldn’t be since he played for the same team. Noble had received good head before, but this was something different. It felt like she was sucking his soul from him and holding it captive.
“Got damn,” he gritted, looking forward.
Saliva trailed from her mouth as she spit on his head. “I need this big, fat dick to bless me with a nut.”
Oh, this a nasty bitch…
Irish had turned out to be a fucking trance.
A lady when necessary but a freak bitch that could swallow his dick without gagging.
Noble was damn near in love. Grabbing a handful of her auburn tresses, he attempted to control the pace of Irish’s mouth, but she was determined to suck the life out of him.
Noble’s toes curled inside his shoes. His teeth clenched while his veins ballooned under his skin.
“Suck that shit,” he ordered.
As soon as the words left his lips, he filled Irish’s mouth with his premium nut. His release prompted a guttural moan to resound from his throat.
“Shiiiitttt,” he grumbled, flexing his jaw.
His limbs vibrated as pleasure whipped through his dick. Noble was spent. Totally incapable of doing anything else for the night because Irish had taken the very essence of him and swallowed it.
His vision was slightly foggy when Irish stood and pulled off her shorts. He had no time to prepare for what was to come. Before he could take control, Irish sat down on his erection in a reversed cowgirl position.
“Hold on, chill.” He huffed, trying to keep some domination.
Irish was already sliding up and down on his shaft, giving no fucks about the order he’d just commanded. She planted her hands on her knees, twerking on his manhood while making her ass bounce.
“Ooh, baby. I knew this dick would feel like dope,” she moaned.
Noble grabbed her waist, hoping to control her rhythm. He wasn’t ready to cum just yet.
“What the fuck?” he whispered to himself, trying to make sense of how good her pussy felt.
It was tight, wetter than a swimming pool, and it provided more warmth than a heater on a zero-degree day.
“Irish, fuck. Don't do that shit!” he snapped, holding her waist.
Twerking her ass while her pussy gripped his dick was a recipe for him to climax inside her. Irish’s back fell against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her body. Grinding on his shaft, she reached back and rubbed his head.
“You don't like the way I fuck you?” she asked breathlessly.
“I love the way you fuck me.” He bit her earlobe. “You gotta let me lead, baby.”
‘Cause I’m two seconds away from making you the mother of my child…
Irish’s grinding had created a sensation that had lifted him into euphoria. Her sticky wetness was on the front of his thighs.
“Ooh, yessss, make me cum, papa,” she moaned.
Irish’s flesh constricted, pulling him deeper into her web of seduction. Noble pinched her nipples as her climax rippled through her.
“This little pussy the best.”
Noble had to confess it. There was nothing better than this sliver of heaven between her thighs. How could Jovanis not be sexually attracted to this work of art?
Irish leaned forward, positioning her hands back on her knees.
She bounced her ass, giving Noble a visual he would probably dream about in the upcoming days.
Cream settled at the base of his erection as her walls sucked him in.
Noble was officially inebriated. He couldn’t see straight.
Words escaped him. His vision was blurry because Irish had put pussy on him so good that he had to take claim of it right away.
“Mothafucka,” he grumbled, trying so hard to hold onto his nut.
Truth was that he couldn’t hold it any longer.
Irish had defeated him. What used to be a man who dominated women in the bedroom was a person who was on the ropes.
Dodging the goodness of her center had become almost impossible.
He had to take a knee before he fucked around and exploded inside her pussy.
Tapping her leg, he grunted, “Raise up.”
Irish lifted off his dick seconds before his seeds sprouted from his head.
She got back on her knees and caught his nut inside her mouth.
It was one of the best orgasms Noble had ever experienced.
One that would live in his memory for years to come.
His chest heaved at a rapid rate while Irish sucked him until his manhood went limp.
Noble was exhausted. He had no energy because Irish had robbed him of it.
The buzzing of a phone diverted their attention toward the coffee table. Irish quickly grabbed her phone and answered the call. Noble glanced at his Panerai watch, noticing the time.
“I have to go,” Irish announced, grabbing her denim shorts off the floor.
Noble’s eyes widened before he pulled up his pants and stood up.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“My little sister lost the key to the house. I have to go let her in.”