36. Noah - October
THIRTY-SIX
Noah - October
SHAMELESS - CAMILA CABELLO
We slipped in, the door clicking shut behind us before he locked it. It was a fancy, overly clean bathroom, making me think this was hopefully more than just a sleazy hookup spot.
The cool tile wall he pressed me against eased the rapidly growing heat between us, as his hands left a burning sensation wherever they touched. The fervor of his exploration made it feel like he couldn’t touch me fast enough.
“I can’t stop fucking thinking about you,” he murmured, pressing his body harder against mine. The pressure of him sent a ripple through my stomach as the tension grew higher.
A whirl of laughter sounded outside of the bathroom door and snapped me back to reality.
“Maybe we should stop,” I breathed.
But the way his body felt against mine made me forget everything else. He leaned in teasingly, his lips brushing against mine, making my pulse skyrocket in ways I’ve only ever felt with him.
“Are you asking me to stop?”
I shook my head, a heated blush creeping across my cheeks. “No, but—” Before I could finish, his lips met mine, deep and hungry, unraveling all the tension we’d kept locked up.
This wasn’t just teasing. This was need and desire and so much more.
My fingers clutched at the fine, silken strands of hair at the nape of his neck as the flames grew higher and my patience grew thin.
Dorian pulled back. “I fucking need you.”
My teeth caught my lower lip as the corner of my mouth quirked in a small smirk, nodding in agreement.
His hands latched onto my hips. Slowly, his lips trailed from my jaw, down to my pulse point, then meeting my throat. The slowness and passion behind each kiss caused me to tremble against him.
My hands gripped at his shirt before gliding them down his chest. The hard ridges of his muscles contracting under my touch. I slipped further down, tracing the line between his abs, before hitting the cool metal of his belt. His hardened length pressed taut against his pants. Slowly, I slid down his zipper. I wrapped my hand around him, causing a groan to rumble through him. He hardened further at my touch, sending a surge of electricity through me, straight to my core.
His calloused hands grazed the soft skin of my arms, sending a shiver through me as they glided downward, pressing deeper into that space that ached for him. Each movement was careful, a mix of anticipation and need. My hands reached back, gripped the counter as his fingers brushed closer. My legs parted as an invitation for the rest of him.
“I’ve been thinking about you—about this—all fucking day,” he said.
Slowly, his fingers made their way under my dress. His touch was lazy as he took his time, enjoying the way I melted into him. His finger hooked into my underwear, pulling it aside before his thumb pressed against my clit. My gasp rang through the bathroom at the feel of him. Another finger joined, pressing into me and causing my hands to bolt to his shoulders for strength.
“Is this all for me, peach?”
I nodded desperately as I looked to him for a moment of reprieve. He was ruggedly handsome—his perfectly fitted suit now unbuttoned, tie loosened, and an expression on his face that was nothing short of wild.
And I loved it. I craved it.
The intensity in his gaze, the way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in that moment.
I took in the sensation of his fingers slipping in and out, my thoughts turned hazy, as a moan escaped me. Then, I moved, forcing him back.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I think it’s my turn to have a little taste.”
His eyes widened as he met my gaze with curiosity.
My hands trailed down his body again as I lowered myself down, my fingers digging into the back of his thighs, until my knees met the cool tile. His body tensed as the realization hit. His breath stuttered, and his pupils dilated as he watched me. Raw, unspoken understanding passed between us.
“Oh fuck.”
I bit my lip in playful amusement. Our gazes locked.
Pulling out his dick, I grinned up at him then rolled my tongue around the tip, savoring the way his taste covered my tongue.
“Are you gonna take me in that pretty little throat?”
I responded by letting the head of him graze the roof of my mouth as he worked his way in. He tipped his head back as his hands shot to the front of my neck, his groans filling the small space. I watched the way he got lost in himself.
The same way he got lost in me.
“Good girl,” he groaned, his hands tightening. Peering down at me breathlessly, he managed to speak. “Now, put those fingers into that pretty little pussy while you take my cock into your throat.”
Excitement coursed through me at his words.
My heart pounded in my chest as I reached down to grab the flowing fabric of my dress, sliding it up until I felt the slickness on my fingers. I slowly started to circle around my clit, my moans escaping my mouth, vibrating on his cock. I forced myself to relax as I swallowed him back into my throat.
His eyes darkened, a low curse escaping his lips as he gripped my hair. “You feel so fucking good, peach.”
I pulled back, gasping for air, a surge of confidence coursing through me. His gaze was locked on me with a desperate hunger. My hands wrapped around his length, taking long strokes as I glanced up at him, watching the way he unfolded for me.
He panted as he watched me, pressing his cock toward my mouth. My lips opened just enough to allow the head of him to slide through. A satisfied hum escaped me as I wrapped my tongue around it, his head tossing back again as his fingers in my hair gripped tighter.
“Shit, Noah. You’re doing so fucking good. Go deeper, baby, you can take it.”
The desire in his eyes drove my pulse higher, giving me the willpower to press him even farther down. A groan echoed in the small bathroom as he hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he gritted through his teeth.
He pulled out of my mouth, gripping my hair to hold himself up. His chest rose and fell as he tried to gain his composure. The brown in his eyes shined as he moved his hand from my hair to graze against my cheek. A storm churned low in my belly.
“Stand up,” he commanded. “As good as your mouth feels, I need to be inside you.”
He reached behind him, retrieving his wallet and opening it to fish out a condom. His eyes met mine for a moment, before his thumb traced my swollen bottom lip. He took the opportunity to place the edge of the wrapper in my mouth.
“Open it,” he said, placing it between my teeth. And once again, I obeyed, as if under his spell.
The foiled corner caught between my teeth, and with a gentle tip of my head, I ripped the edge away. He took the package from my mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he expertly moved it over himself.
“There’s my good girl. You listen so well, don’t you, peach?”
He grabbed my waist, spinning me around before he pressed his palm into the middle of my back. He lifted the fabric of my dress before he lined himself up to my entrance. The feel of his head teasing me sent shivers through my entire body.
His stare connected with mine through the mirror, dark and intense, as if waiting for something. Slowly he pressed in, inch by torturous inch. My head tossed back as he stretched me, his gaze locking onto where he pressed in before my eyes rolled back at the sensation of him. My breath hitched and my eyes fluttered shut involuntarily.
He halted his progression as his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and he leaned over my back. His other hand gripped my hip as he held himself there. “Eyes on me, peach,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl.
I hesitated, feeling the pressure building. Slowly, I forced my eyes open, meeting his in the mirror. The intensity of it made everything feel heavier, like the world was suspended between us, waiting for him to move.
His eyes were dark, intense, watching me as he slid in, slow and deliberate, each inch of him filling me with a mix of pleasure and longing. It was as if he was savoring every moment, drawing it out to make sure I felt every bit of him.
The touch, the pressure, it was everything but still not enough. He peppered kisses against my shoulder as his hips started to move. Every inch of him brought me farther away from this planet and into a black abyss of mind-numbing pleasure. I hardly remembered I was bent over a bathroom counter. His thrusts picked up as his grip on my neck shifted to the front of my throat, forcing my head back to connect with his in a devouring kiss.
Deep and urgent, it stole my breath as his movements continued—never slowing, never hesitating. Each move of his body was rhythmic, purposeful, like he couldn’t get enough. His hands gripped me tighter. He tasted like desire and desperation. Every brush of his lips sent sparks through me, making the world outside of us disappear.
His tongue intertwined with my own, full of desperate need. He started at my lips and then trailed down my throat, sending shivers through me. A breathy moan broke through the bathroom that I attempted to hold back. His hand tightened where it was wrapped around my neck with an intensity that made my pulse race.
His hand on my hip loosened to drift between my legs, rubbing into my clit as his thrusts turned frenzied, his control slipping the longer he stayed inside of me.
"Come for me, Noah. Come on my cock like the—" Thrust . "Good." Thrust . "Fucking." Thrust . "Girl." Thrust . "You are." He panted. “Look at you,” he growled. His eyes were tracing our movements. “You look so perfect like this.”
His words were the tipping point that sent me over the edge. My body shattered, tunnel vision creeping in, as a sound I couldn't control escaped my lips.
“Fuck… fuck. I’m going to come, baby,” he said, letting his head fall to my shoulder, his breath coming in fast pants on my neck.
He let out a feral groan, leaning back enough to watch me as he found his release. His eyes stayed on mine, our exhales heavy and ragged as we both came down from the high.
“You look so good taking me here,” he squeezed the tiniest fraction on my throat.
After the moment slowed and I caught my breath, I pushed off the counter and turned around, fixing the skirt of my dress. I peered up to meet his eyes. His thumb brushed the side of my jaw, back and forth. I leaned into him, my nose brushing against his, letting my eyes shut, savoring every touch. He gently threaded his fingers through my hair, lingering at the nape of my neck for a moment.
“So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine .”
My eyes snapped open as his words echoed in the charged silence, and something deeper began to stir.
I turned back around as the sharpness of reality cut through the haze. I swept my hands over my curls before tying it up.
This wasn’t just about desire or the thrill of the moment anymore—it was more complicated than that. And I was done dancing around it now.
After a stretch of silence, I met his gaze over my shoulder.
“This is more. Isn’t it?”