Torrid

by Kaya Woodward

“There are plenty of places she could be in New York. Maybe in one of those cars you never use,” I tease Noah with satisfaction.

  “What are you three talking about?” Athena looks confused.

  “Rats,” Evan takes a drink.

  “My dad thinks he has rats,” he explains.

  I almost snort at Evan’s deflection, and then Athena’s disgusted face.

  “Don’t spoil my appetite. Or Tinsley’s, please. This is her last trip as a single woman; we want to be respectable,” she says, demurely.

  Then, she hiccups slightly.

  “Going to a club and acting like idiots is hardly respectable,” Hazel points out.

  “That’s what they do for bachelorette parties,” Athena explains, as though this isn’t something she would normally do, but because it’s the norm she will do it for me.

  “We don’t have to,” I say.

  I do not wish to go to a club, but Athena is insistent on the full experience.

  You’d almost think she was my maid of honor, with how laid-back Hazel is about everything.

  Then again, when Athena is on a mission, even Noah stays out of her way.

  “It is blasé,” Hazel nods, fully on my side.

  “Then, we’ll have escorts. Noah and Evan can come with us,”

  “Sounds like a plan,” Evan grins. “I’ll see if Vic wants to join us.”

  “You got her number?” Noah says, perking up at this revelation.

  “Of course. You think she wouldn’t give it to me? I’m a Stone. We have a way with women,” Evan says, smoothly.

  Don’t I know that.

  23

  Noah

  March 25, 2017

  I make sure Evan calls Victoire and confirms that she will join us at the club tonight.

  Then, I scrap Athena’s plans.

  I suggest we all go to a higher end club, then make arrangements so that we are top of the list for a luxury VIP booth, before calling for the limo.

  Victoire is picked up first and sits right on Evan’s lap.

  “You two are such cads, inviting me to another bachelorette party,” she says as she wraps an arm around Evan’s neck.

  He laughs, his hands on her bare legs.

  Victoire’s little black dress is quite becoming, but she leaves enough to the imagination.

  The woman knows what she’s doing.

  My son looks like he could devour her this instant.

  I know he won’t be of much use until tomorrow.

  When Athena gets in the limo, she is disgusted with me.

  “I can’t believe you changed my plans!” she scolds. “I had everything perfectly set up!”

  I am wedged between Evan, with Victoire in his lap, and Athena.

  “Everyone, this is Victoire,” I say, to introduce her, since Evan seems to have forgotten how to do this.

  “Nice to meet you,” Tinsley bends over me to shake Victoire’s extended hand, and I get a whiff of her hair.

  Still using that same shampoo.

  She smells like home.

  Tinsley is just ravishing, wearing a beaded number that cuts just above her thighs, with a low neckline.

  She looks as incredible as ever.

  Tinsley’s dress is backless too.

  The limo jolts as the driver changes lanes and Tinsley loses her balance. I grab her just in case, not wanting her to fall over, and she ends up on my lap.

  “Oops!” Athena moves over closer to Hazel, leaving room for Tinsley to slide in between us, as Hazel pops the bottle of champagne open.

  “Let’s get started then, shall we?” Hazel says, all business about drinking.

  She pours the most for herself and by the time we arrive at the club, the champagne is gone and for the first time in my life I witness Athena close to half in the bag.

  Tinsley seems like she’s in another world.

  “Do you know what I’m thinking about?” she asks as we approach the bouncer.

  “The last time we were at a club together?” I whisper, my hand touching her waist briefly, before I give the bouncer my name.

  “Mr. Stone?” he says.

  “It is certainly our honor to host you, Mr. Stone! And, such a fine-looking group of people!” he tells me, with a flourish.

  “Antoine! Bobbie! Esthme! At once! These are important people, important and impatient! To work, all of you!” he orders, and the servers begin a ballet of activity.

  We are escorted right to our private booth, and presented with champagne and vodka.

  Caviar is set out before I can even seat Tinsley.

  Evan and Victoire go off to dance, leaving me with Athena, Tinsley, and Hazel, who starts tossing back shots like there’s no tomorrow.

  Athena pours shots for all of us, and I wonder if she’s going to do one.

  My sister does not do shots; it is not ladylike.

  However, Athena is ever intent on making sure this is the full bachelorette experience.

  “To Tinsley!” she screams over the music, and I watch in awe as my sister does the first shot of her life, coughing and sputtering.

  “Dear God! Why do people do this?” she coughs.

  She turns to me.

  “Never again!” she promises.

  “Let’s skip the shots, then” Tinsley laughs.

  “What exactly do we do now?” Athena asks. “Drink and dance?”

  “Drink and dance!” Hazel announces, and she drags Tinsley out onto the dance floor.

  “Brother,” Athena sidles up to me. “You and Tinsley are finished, correctly?” she asks, slightly slurring her words.

  “Finished. We’re friends,” I announce.

  Luckily, I’m good at lying to my sister.

  “So, keep it friendly please,” Athena looks at me with wide eyes. “I see the way you look at her. It’s no more appropriate than that scene that I walked in on years ago,”

  Athena doesn’t know the half of what’s inappropriate about Tinsley and me.

  “Athena it’s much more complicated than that, but I will comply,” I promise her.

  At least while she’s within earshot.

  “Try me,” Athena announces as she asks the waitress for a cosmopolitan, despite the amount of alcohol in front of us.

  “I’d rather not,” I say.

  I nod to the waitress as well, “Can I get a whiskey?”

  “You and your whiskey, “Athena says as she pats me on the shoulder before joining Tinsley and Hazel on the dance floor.

  Hazel has somehow reached the peak of drunkenness much faster than I anticipated she could.

  She is falling all over Tinsley, and Athena is frowning.

  By the time they drag her back to the booth, she is wildly congratulating Tinsley on marrying the man of the year.

  “I’m going to take her back,” Athena shakes her head. “I’ll be back,”

  “The limo is outside,” I say as I shake my head.

  I’m the ‘Man of the Year’.

  Tinsley belongs to me.

  However, Victoire and my son have already disappeared under the crush of the crowd, leaving Tinsley and I alone.

  “This is… interesting,” Tinsley crosses her legs, pressing her lips together before pouring herself a drink. “Maybe we shouldn’t be alone together?”

  “We wouldn’t be alone if were dancing?” I suggest, half kidding.

  “Then dance with me, Mr. Stone,” she teases.

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish, girl!” I protest.

  When she calls me Mr. Stone, it does something that I can’t describe.

  How badly I want this woman is suddenly clear.

  That night we went out, all those years ago is such a fresh memory that I do not trust myself.

  But Athena’s gone, right?

  “Go ahead; I’ll watch,” I smirk at her.

  “Fine Mr. Stone,” she shrugs, going out onto the dance floor alone.

  She is a bold woman.

  Not many of the women here
would do that, but Tinsley is beyond gorgeous.

  She’s got that same confidence Victoire has, and she garners several looks.

  I decide to step in when someone else tries to dance with her, slipping my arms around her waist to indicate that she is not available.

  “Oh?” Tinsley looks back at me, “Getting jealous were you?”

  “Maybe,” I grumble.

  She’s in my arms, however, swiveling her hips, the scent of her long hair filling my brain with all sorts of things I can’t control.

  I want her in my bed.

  I want to make her scream my name.

  I pull her flush against my body, as our bodies move to the music, grinding together in intimate ways that can’t be mistaken for anything else.

  There’s something sensual about dancing with this woman, pushing her hair away from her neck as her body twists in my hands, and then she faces me.

  Our eyes connect as she moves her hands over her head, her hips gyrating to the beat and I can’t stop myself from sliding my hands along her dress, down to her thighs as we move closer together again.

  Somehow, her arms are around my neck, for the first time in a long time.

  Being together like this feels like everything is as it should be.

  “I want to kiss you,” Tinsley confesses in my ear.

  So, I kiss her.

  I don’t need any further urging then that as our lips meet and I feel a shockwave run through my body.

  Tinsley’s hands snake into my hair, refusing to stop kissing me she pulls her body flush against mine as we move to the beat.

  The sexual tension between us so thick that I can’t imagine not taking her tonight.

  She feels the same because she bites my lower lip.

  “Let me take you back to my hotel,” I whisper.

  Tinsley’s eyes are full of desire; there’s no hesitation when she nods.

  There’s also no longer any guilt.

  She’s mine to take.

  24

  Tinsley

  March 25, 2017

  Every single kiss on my body feels like it’s igniting a fire.

  As soon as we are in the limo, Noah has me pressed into the leather seats, his hands sliding up my thighs, raising my dress.

  It feels so amazing to be with him like this again, that I don’t care about my April wedding, my awful fiancé, or the fact that my best friend has been acting strangely.

  Every single worry and thought melts away as Noah kisses the inside of my thighs, pulling my thong away from my body, down my legs, all the while kissing every single square inch of skin.

  Noah stuffs my thong in his jacket pocket, spreading my legs further before his head moves down between my legs, to separate my lips and coax a moan out of my mouth with his tongue.

  He has a finger slipped inside me before I can even fathom what he’s doing.

  “Oh god,” I bear my hips down against him, and then his tongue rubs against my clit again, causing me to moan louder.

  His talented fingers work their magic inside me, rubbing my clit, alternating with his tongue.

  It’s almost teasing in a way.

  “Noah, don’t stop!” I beg him.

  He draws me closer by the thighs, his eyes on mine for a moment before he moves between my legs again, his tongue sliding against my clit, eagerly lapping away at the sensitive folds.

  Noah draws me closer, and closer to a fantastic orgasm.

  Until the limo stops.

  “Come on,” he orders as he pulls my dress down around my thighs, so I am adequately covered.

  When the driver opens the door, we both look equally guilty, but Noah tips him well enough.

  Walking into his hotel, all I can feel is the wetness between my thighs, my pussy throbbing for more of him as he pushes me into the elevator, the door closing behind us.

  As soon as the door is closed, he presses me against the mirrored elevator wall, his hand between my legs.

  “Noah…” I gasp.

  “What are you…” but my protest is stopped on my lips as his finger slides against my clit, and then his fingers are inside me again, deeper than before, and I moan loudly, my fingers working to undo his belt, as the elevator continues to rise.

  I don’t care about propriety anymore as I pull his cock out of his pants, stroking it.

  “God, you’re so sexy,” he groans in appreciation.

  He drives his fingers deeper inside me, rubbing my most sensitive spot, until he pushes me over the edge with his thumb.

  I can’t help it, in this position I am helpless against him.

  The fact that is a public place only makes it hotter, as his lips press against mine.

  A long moan escapes my mouth straight into his lips, and then I’m cumming, my legs shaking as intense orgasms rip through my body.

  It leaves me quivering and throbbing in mindless delight.

  Then, the elevator doors dinged open, and I devilishly stroke his cock in the hallway, the entire way to his room where I back him up against the door.

  “What are you doing?” he groans.

  He moves to open the door, but I am already on my knees, tongue swirling around the head of his long shaft, stroking it hard as I take him deep into my mouth.

  “Dear Lord!” Noah grunts.

  He twists his hands in my hair, and I shove my mouth over him, trying to take more of him in my throat, dragging my slick tongue along his salty shaft, as I look up at him.

  “Tinsley, you should stop…” he tries to say.

  Nothing indicates that he wants me to stop.

  I continue taking his cock deeper in my mouth, sucking its complete length in and out, on my knees, in the middle of a hotel hallway.

  Anyone could come along, heightening the sense of being caught, the dangerous situation we are putting ourselves in making it more satisfying when he grips my hair harder.

  “Oh, fuck!” Noah yells.

  I let him hold my head motionless, as he fucks my eager mouth, still looking up at him.

  My saliva is coating his cock, and I slurp along it, sucking it deep into me.

  I hum on his cock, moaning with pleasure, my pussy wet and wanting him inside me.

  The vibration sends his eyes spiraling upwards, as he continues to use my mouth.

  I love every second of it, and find myself already wanting more of this.

  Wanting to feel his hard shaft pump my body over and over again.

  “We should stop…” he grunts, again, but we are in no way stopping this little adventure.

  Instead, I feel his cock twitch, and a primal groan rises from Noah’s lips as he shoots a massive, salty load of hot, spunky semen into my throat.

  I push my head down over his cock, and force myself to I swallow every single drop of his cum, as he finds his release.

  I lick along the shaft, gently sucking at the tip, as the last remnants ooze slowly out.

  I lap it up, like a contented cat.

  I smile at him, and lick my lips, my tongue coated with his seed.

  I grin and swallow one more time, for luck.

  Noah, gently kisses my cheek.

  Then, he unlocks the door.

  We move inside, both panting and smirking at each other.

  One swift move of his hand and my dress falls off, revealing that the only thing I’ve worn underneath it were the panties now in his pocket.

  “Naughty minx,” he whispers, turning me around and placing my hands on the wall so that I’m slightly bent towards him.

  “Spread your legs,” he commands me.

  I do as he asks.

  “What do you want?” he asks me.

  “Touch me,” I answer in a sultry voice.

  Noah’s finger slides along my clit again, still slightly tender, and it makes me quiver and moan.

  “Fuck me please!” I beg, knowing this is what I’ve wanted all along.

  I have a desperate desire for him to rock my body with his thrusts, and make me cum al
l over again.

  “As you wish,” he whispers in my ear.

  Then, Noah Stone is sliding his cock along my entrance, before I feel the length of his shaft suddenly inside me, causing me to moan in surprise.

  Suddenly I’m filled with him, fists forming as he teases me.

  One second I am full of his length, the next he’s only sliding half of his cock inside me to tease me, to make me whine.

  “More!” I beg.

  His hold on my hips tightens as Noah thrusts himself deep inside, groaning with relief.

  The torture is as good as the pleasure, and he starts thrusting inside me in earnest, my legs spreading more, backing my ass up against him so that he moves harder against me, and I feel the tip of his cock hitting a particular spot.

  “Noah!” I scream his name.

  He continues rocking my body with every thrust, continuing to hit my g-spot with powerful pumps into my body until my entire body is shaking and quivering, and the orgasm that rolls through my body is so powerful I see stars.

  Noah pulls me against him.

  I am a mess, my body bucking and shoving against his groin, swallowing the length of him into me.

  I’m loving every second of this, as he fucks me towards a second orgasm, swelling inside me even more, unwilling to let me forget that this is where I belong.

  I’m wet and shaking, almost unable to move as the second orgasm tears through me, yelling his name over and over.

  I tip Noah over the edge with this, and his hot cum spills inside me as he holds my hips against him, roaring out my name in the process.

  I am a sweaty mess when he is done with me, unable to stand, as I collapse in a heap on the bed, still twitching and bucking involuntarily as the spasms of pleasure wrack my body.

  “Oh my god, that was amazing!” I say, barely able to speak.

  “Agreed,” Noah studies me.

  “I needed that,” he says.

  “I know,” I curl up in his arms.

  “Will they expect you back at the hotel?” he asks.

  “Eventually,” I reply, lazily.

  At this particular moment, I don’t care if anyone is looking for me, because I am entirely satisfied.

  25

  Noah