Chapter Twenty-Six
Graham
My hands grip the counter behind me as Naomi proceeds to attempt what I define as the monumental task of swallowing my cock. She is admittedly the expert, cheeks hollowing, sucking me down until my tip hits the back of her throat mercilessly.
"Mierda—” I gasp, my head falling forward, one of my hands managing to find the back of her head despite there being absolutely no need to guide her. Naomi fucks her own mouth viciously, her fingers digging into my thighs. “Cono, you have to stop, Naomi, I need to—”
She pops off only for her hand to continue the brain cell obliteration. “I don’t speak Spanish, but I know you’re not actually begging me to stop?”
The look she gives me is lethal, like if I admit to it she’s going to do something heinous to me.
Her warning comes with her reaching down where her phone sits on the wooden floor.
A flick of her fingers and a jolt of vibration from the butt plug has me throwing my head back, thrusting desperately into her hand.
Curses fly from my lips in every language I ever learned how to speak.
English, Spanish, Russian, Italian- my legs are fucking shaking when she finally dulls the vibration back down to a low hum.
“Are you done complaining?”
I nod, quickly. “Yes- I’m sorry- Fuck—” Her tongue makes one long, slow pass up my length, caressing the throbbing vein along the underside before swirling around the angry red tip.
I am leaking like a faucet over her lips so profusely some of it drips from her chin to the kitchen floor between her knees.
We came back out here to hydrate, having started what can only be described as a rapid-fire fuck-fest as if to make up for lost time.
I’ve taken her on the couch, the table, floor, on her bed- the plug was put in somewhere around this time- and against the wall.
I needed water. Naomi needed water. We both had two glasses and I was trying to finish a third when Naomi sank to her knees in front of me and took my cock into her mouth with no announcement.
She’s been mercilessly edging me ever since.
The only rule- I can’t beg to come. When she’s ready to let me, she will tell me.
I’ve broken her rule about four times already and every time she turns on that fucking vibrator, threatening to force me to spill so she has a reason to spank me.
Because amongst a variety of butt plugs of various sizes, she’s also packed a blind fold, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, and a riding crop.
When I asked her what her plans had been for these items- seeing as there was no way for her to even predict we would be playing the way we currently are- she’d given me a feral grin and simply said, “I like to have fun on my own too you know.”
Whatever that show looks like, I’m dying to see it. Although, not nearly as badly as I want to come right now.
I’m almost right at the edge again when the glare of headlights cuts across the sliding glass doors and windows. Considering we are literally in the last cabin at the top of a hill, my heart immediately ricochets in my chest, and Naomi pulls off my dick with a wet pop and a muttered, “Fuck—”
“Hurry!”
I pull her to her feet, swiping her phone as I shove her toward the hall and her bedroom door just closes behind us when Poppy’s voice floats in from the porch asking if Elias can light the bonfire again.
I have to cover Naomi’s mouth to cover the hysterical laughter that threatens to break through her lips, biting back mine as I lift her up with one arm. Her legs go around my hips and my cock sinks into her heat again, her back against the door as she clicks the vibrating plug back on.
“Sadist,” I groan against her lips, driving my cock up into her while trying not to collapse from shaky leg syndrome. All of my muscles are shivering with the need to come, the tension boiling at the base of my spine overwhelming.
“Naomi, por favor,” I beg. “Please let me come, mi reina. I can’t take this anymore—” I gasp as she turns it up higher, resisting the urge to slam my hand against the door above her head.
I place it there though, fingers curling against the wood as she begins using her own core strength to fuck herself on my cock.
“Cono—” I gasp against her throat, sinking my teeth into her shoulder, mirroring the bite I gave her earlier.
“You want to come, pretty boy?” She growls in my ear. “You want to come with all our friends just outside this door?”
“Please—”
“You have to be quiet,” she warns me. “You have to be very, very quie- AH!” She screams when I take her breast in hand and her nipple between my teeth.
My other hand slams against the door above her, nothing but the wall and her body locked around mine keeping her afloat as I pound relentlessly into her.
I snarl in her ear, “I’m done being fucking quiet, mi reina. You are mine.” Another scream breaks her lips.
“Was that—” I hear Poppy screech, followed by Clara gasping, “Aye Dios mío!”
“Outside!” Rowan ordered. “Out, now—”
“But Graham and Naomi—”
“They’re—”
“OUT!”
My hand goes around Naomi’s throat, pulling her lips back down to mine as I feel her walls tighten like a vice around my cock, and as she screams my name on an orgasm that rattles the door, I release into her.
Her name is a shout on my lips, my love for her a groan in every language I know.
And when it’s over and we’re coming down from the high of too many orgasms in an hour and a half span to count, Naomi laughs.
Wild, joyful, with abandon. She buries her face in the crook of my neck as my arms go around her and she laughs.
And I fall just a little deeper in love with the woman who once stole my heart from across a crowded bar.
???
“What did you mean,” I ask, brushing curls back from Naomi’s face where she lays next to me in her bed. “When you said you nearly died?”
She hesitates, though it appears to be a fight in her soul to not tell me what she wants to. I kiss her temple once, her nose twice. “You can tell me, mi reina. I can take it.”
Naomi swallows and then, “I was in a car accident, last May.”
Okay, maybe I can’t take it. My heart actually fucking stops beating for several breaths too long.
“I was fine, no one was hurt,” she assures me.
“The car, not so much. I went to this party in D.C. with my dad and Nathan and I drank way too much. I got angry about… Something? I don’t even remember what it was, but I stole Nathan’s keys and I left.
Next thing I knew I was waking up in a hospital.
My dad had me checked into rehab the moment I was discharged. ”
I sit up on my elbow, blinking down at her, suddenly all the water bottles and quiet behavior making so much more sense. “You’re—”
“I’ve been sober for exactly one year as of last week.” She averts her gaze to where her fingers twist in the sheets between us.
My breath snags in my lungs and then I’m kneeling next to her, taking her face in my hands so I can look her in the eye when I tell her, “That is so fucking amazing.”
“Please don’t make a big deal out of it—”
“Don’t make a big deal out of it?! Naomi, I am so fucking proud of you, how am I not supposed to make it a big deal?!”
Tears slide down her cheeks, and I brush them away gently with my thumbs. “Oh, mi reina…” I lean in, kissing her cheeks, then her nose, then her lips. “It’s alright,” I whisper. “It’s alright. I know it’s so hard but you’re doing amazing. I’m so proud of you. So fucking proud.”
She sniffles, allowing me to pull her close, burying her face in my chest. “I’m sorry,” she cried softly. “I’m so sorry—"
“Whatever are you sorry for, mi reina?” I ask her, kissing the top of her head. “You’ve done nothing wrong—”
“What do you mean?!” She shoves away from me, her eyes wild, hair an untamed mess of coils. “Graham I was awful to you! For years! All I ever did was push you away when all you ever wanted to do was help me—”
“Naomi, stop.” I take her hands in one of mine, cupping her jaw with the other.
“Look at me. I didn’t ever care where you got help so long as you got it.
I offered because no one else but me had noticed.
I offered because I cared about you, because I know what it’s like to have this sickness.
It’s a disease, Naomi. You’re sick, and you do not have to apologize for that.
Not to anyone, and especially not to me.
So long as you are getting the help you need, I don’t care what happened back then. ”
Tears burn the backs of my eyes. “I’m just so fucking glad you’re okay now. That you’re alive… Fuck, Naomi. A car accident? Why did you never call? I would have dropped everything—”
“Would you?” Her bottom lip trembles. “After the way things ended, would you have dropped everything to come to my side?”
My grip on her hands tightens. “Yes,” I say without hesitation, with full absolution. “Yes.”
There is hardly a breath between the single word, and the moment Naomi surges forward, kissing me deeply, passionately, fervently.
And of course I catch her around the waist, my hands pressed flat against her back.
I will always catch her. I will always be here to break her fall so long as there are pieces of her left to catch.
Because no matter how much time passes. No matter how many fights, no matter how many shitty words we throw at one another- I’ll never stop loving Naomi Mychal. I’ll never stop submitting to her. I’ll never stop supporting her. I’ll never stop wanting her with every bone in my fucking body.
Even if she stops saying it back. Even if she never wants to see me again. Never wants to marry me or have my babies or just wake up every morning at my side.
Even then, I’ll never stop loving her.
Never stop catching her. Never stop looking at her like she is the center of my entire world. I will be on my deathbed, and the last face I will ever want to see on this Earth will be hers no matter how many days, months, years have passed.
“Make love to me, Graham,” she begs, her fingers tangling in my already disastrous curls. “Please…”
“Forever, mi reina,” I whisper against her skin. “Derramaré amor sobre ti cada día, por toda la eternidad…”
I lay her down beneath me, but this time when I enter her I take it slow.
I make every thrust inside her heat count.
I catch every moan I draw from her lips with my tongue, and I don’t stop when she shudders beneath me once or even twice.
I make love to her, careful, sweet. And when I come inside her, I relish in it, kiss her until neither of us have breath left in our lungs and neither of us know where she ends and I begin.