by Hamel, B. B.
“Ohmygod that was cray!” Selena cried out in my ear.
I cringed.
“Yeah, that was crazy.”
Chris approached, frowning. “You okay, Linda?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just covered in fucking beer.”
“You want to get out of here?”
I looked around, but didn’t see Noah. I had no idea what I wanted. I definitely didn’t want to be covered in beer, but I also wanted to thank Noah for taking care of that guy before the situation had escalated further.
I didn’t have to decide, though, as he appeared around the corner, his face a mask of anger and concern. He walked directly up to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
“Are you okay?”
I looked up at him, my mouth open. He was clearly still angry. It was the first time he had really acknowledged me all night, despite several chances.
“I’m okay. Just covered in beer.”
“Come on.” He grabbed me by the hand and began to lead me away.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to Chris, and she grinned at me.
I wished I could apologize for leaving her alone with Selena, but we were already out of earshot, Noah moving confidently through the crowd. He took me back into the main foyer and began to climb the stairs.
“Showing me your childhood bedroom?” I asked.
He laughed. “No, getting you a change of clothes.”
“Oh, so I don’t get a ride in your racecar bed?”
He looked back at me, and I saw something there in his expression. It was conflicted, anguished, and it confused me.
“Here, this is my sister’s room.”
We pushed into a huge room, the third door on the left. Inside, the walls were covered in band posters from stuff like Woodstock and the Grateful Dead. There were tie-dye T-shirts, frilly skirts, and plenty of pastel colors. The bed took up half the space; it was an enormous four-poster with thin gauze hanging down around it.
“She’s kind of a hippie,” Noah said, opening her closet. “But I think you’re about the same size.”
I came up next to him and looked at her stuff. He wasn’t kidding: peasant tops and long flowing skirts with bright colors dominated her collection.
“Not sure what you can do with this,” he said, shrugging.
“Thanks. Are you sure she won’t mind?”
He laughed and shrugged. “Who knows, she never comes here anyway.”
I began to dig through her closet until I found a suitable top. My pants were fine, and wouldn’t need to be changed, but I’d have to ditch my shirt and bra. I looked back at Noah, and he was sitting on the bed, leaned back on his hands, his legs stretched out in front of him.
“A little privacy?” I said.
“I was really hoping I’d see what the colors are tonight, dots.”
I fumed. “Oh yeah? So you want to ignore me all night, then try and get in my pants?”
That made him frown, his exquisite face contorted downward. Without another word, he stood up and turned his back, crossing his arms. That was more like him. One second, he was punching guys in the face for me, and the next he was turning his back.
“This good?” he asked.
“Fine, just don’t look.”
Quickly, I pulled off my sticky, soaked shirt, and tossed it on the floor. I unhooked my bra, and tossed it on top of the shirt, then began to struggle into his sister’s top. How I ended up in Noah’s house, struggling into unfamiliar clothes, I’ll never understand. But there I was, half naked and still smelling like beer, frustrated and completely turned on.
“I’m sorry, Linda,” I heard him say softly as I pulled it over my head.
“What are you sorry for?”
“Ignoring you. I know I’ve been a dick.”
“What’s your deal, Noah?”
He turned around, his eyes serious and burning into me. He crossed the room and grabbed my hips, pulling my body against his. He touched my bottom lip with his thumb and I began to breathe deep.
“You have such a perfect fucking mouth,” he said, and then he leaned forward and pressed lips against mine with a searing kiss. He was fierce and hungry, and his mouth opened to flood mine with his fresh taste. I reached up and began to run my fingers through his hair, losing myself in his kiss and my desire for him.
Slowly, he pulled away, our bodies still entwined.
“I’ve been thinking about that all night,” he said.
“Then why ignore me?”
“I have my reasons,” he said.
He pulled away, grabbing my hand, and took me back out into the hall. We walked down a few doors, and entered another room, about the same size as his sister’s, but definitely a boy’s room.
Before I could inspect it too closely, he shut the door, pulled me against him, and pushed me up against the wall. I let out a small gasp as his lips found my neck, his body crushed up against mine, and my breath came in pants and gasps. I wanted him so badly, his perfect body crushing up against mine.
“Wait, Noah, what’s going on?” I gasped as I felt him begin to unhook the button on my pants and unzip the short fly.
“Right now, I’m going to make you come again,” he grunted. I felt myself grow soaked, excitement flushing through me.
“No, I mean with us,” I said.
He slipped his hands down my pants and immediately found my spot. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, supporting myself with his strong frame, as he slowly rubbed me, flooding my mind with desire and pleasure.
“Shit’s complicated,” he said softly, kissing my neck and ear.
“No, I mean, yes,” I groaned as he slipped his hand down my panties.
“Soaked through already, dots,” he said, grinning.
“Ah, shit Noah, I mean, why?”
“Because I’m sick of not fucking you, that’s why.”
I let out a small moan as he said that, and I could tell I was inches away from losing myself. I reached up and got a handful of his hair, and pulled it. He gasped and grunted, chin tilting upwards.
“No, why are things complicated?” I said, more forcefully.
His fingers slowed down, rubbing gently on my spot, but giving me a little more space to think. He locked eyes with me, his face a half grin of surprise and pain.
“It’s my dad. He threatened me.”
“What does that have to do with us?”
“He threatened me because of you.”
I was quiet a second, letting that sink in. I relaxed my grip on his hair, and he began to work my core again, running his fingers in slow, soft circles around my soaked clit. He moved his mouth close to my ear and I felt his warm breath
“I told him about you last week. He was pissed. Remembers your mom. At the premier yesterday, he threatened my trust fund if I kept seeing you.”
I let out a small, soft moan as he slipped a finger inside of me.
“Then why...?” I managed to get out.
“Because fuck him. I want you.”
It all clicked into place, and suddenly the past few days made sense. Noah’s distance, the way he seemed to shift randomly between wanting me and avoiding me. All that time he was dealing with his dad in the background, and despite the risk, he still wanted me. It wasn’t some minor thing, to lose his trust fund; it was probably a lot of money, or at least more money than I’d ever see on my own.
But it wasn’t his money that drew me to him, though, it was the Noah buried under the tattoos and the cursing. It was the way people continually defended him, even when he was being a complete asshole, because they saw a side of him that he didn’t show to everyone.
I lost myself fully in his body and his embrace as he continued to work my spot. After another minute more, I pushed him back, and began to unbuckle his belt. I slipped it out, unzipped his jeans, and pressed my hand down his pants.
“Ah, shit,” he grunted, as I wrapped my fingers around his dick. He was big, thick and long, and rock hard already. I stood on my
tiptoes and kissed him hard as I gently stroked his length. He wrapped his arms around me, returning my kiss. I couldn’t believe I had his thick cock in my hand, stroking its length, and I realized how starved for his body I had been.
I pulled my hand out and pushed him away, toward the bed.
“I like this side of you, dots,” he said, a devilish grin on his face.
“Shut up, ass,” I said.
I pulled off the shirt I had struggled to get on, and I felt his eyes immediately run down and along my body, lingering over my breasts. My nipples were hard and perky, and I was practically vibrating with how badly I wanted him.
He slipped off his shirt, revealing a tattooed arm and chest, defined muscles and abs. We both pulled off our jeans, undressing together in a hurry, an unspoken deal. When we finished, I stood there for a moment, looking at his naked body. He was sculpted, strong and lean, and his thick rod stood straight out between us. His eyes lingered on my full breasts and hips, and there was a deep desire in his eyes as I took a step closer.
He walked over to his night table and opened a drawer, pulling out a condom. I followed him, and pushed him down onto the bed, his legs dangling over the edge.
“Yellow,” he grunted, as I wrapped my hand around his dick, wetting my palm with his pre-cum and slipping it up and down his length.
“What?” I asked.
“You wore yellow tonight,” he said, grinning.
I smiled then dipped forward and bit his stomach.
“Ah, go ahead and be rough, dots,” he said.
I smirked up at him then reached down with my tongue and licked the tip of his shaft, savoring his salty taste. I slid his dick into my mouth and began to suck him hard. He grunted as it passed my lips, and groaned as I worked him up and down. I pulled him out, and took the condom from him. Ripping it open, I slowly rolled it down along his length.
He propped himself up on his elbows as I climbed up onto the bed and straddled his length. He wrapped his arms around me as I felt his tip press against my soaked entrance and slowly slide into me.
“Oh god, Noah,” I moaned.
“I’ve been needing your pussy since I met you,” he grunted.
I slid all the way down his length, taking him completely in my cleft. I began to rock up and down along him, and he kissed my neck and chest, biting and licking my nipples softly.
I moved faster, grinding my hips, riding his huge cock.
“Fuck, Linda, you taste so good,” he groaned in my ear as he kissed me.
I wrapped my fingers in his hair, riding his length hard, loving every inch of him inside of my spot. I let out soft moans as he squeezed my ass, getting a better angle and pressing himself deeper. Everything else was forgotten, all of the drama between our parents, everything. There was only the incredibly aching pleasure of him pushing into my spot.
Before I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, he wrapped his arms around me, and rolled over to the side, pressing me down onto my back. He began slowly to grind inside of me, sliding his cock in and out in deep thrusts. Our lips met, and our tongues rolled into each other’s mouth.
I felt his hand reach down and grip my hips as his other supported himself. He thrust deep into me, and I bucked and grinded my hips against him, an orgasm beginning to build inside me.
“Fuck, Noah, keep doing that,” I moaned as his thrusts began to hit my spot. We moved in rhythm together, our bodies sweating and grinding in time, and I felt the orgasm begin to crest. My legs stiffened and my back arched as it rolled through me.
“Linda, shit, I’m going to come in you,” he grunted as my orgasm peaked, and his thrusts got harder and deeper. I rocked my hips against him, desperate for every inch as the orgasm slowly abated, and pleasure rolled through my body. He continued to fuck me, our bodies sweating together, and I felt his muscles flex and stiffen. He pressed his face into my hair, thrusting deep and hard, as he grunted through his orgasm.
Finally, he finished, and collapsed into my arms. We lay there in silence for a minute, drenched and panting from the exertion. I felt comfortable and spent, and more relaxed than I had in a long, long time.
Slowly, he slid himself out of me. I let out a little gasp as he rolled onto his back.
“God damn, dots,” he muttered.
I grinned at him, and then smacked him in the chest. “Quit calling me dots.”
He looked at me and laughed. “I’ll call you whatever you want if you keep doing that.”
I rolled my eyes then began to trace the tattoo on his chest. It read “Lux Orbis,” and it was the first time I had noticed the words. I made a mental note to ask him about it. Across the room, I heard my phone begin to vibrate, pulling me out of my post-sex glow.
“Crap, I forgot about my friends,” I said, getting up and walking across the room.
Noah propped himself up on his elbows, looking at me. I smiled back at him.
“Quit staring,” I said, looking at the screen. It was Chris.
“Can’t help it,” he said.
I swiped right and held the phone up to my ear.
“Hey, Chris, what’s up?”
“Where the hell are you? It’s been like an hour. Selena can barely stand up and we’re getting ready to go.”
I looked at Noah. “When are you leaving?” I asked her, more for his benefit.
He shook his head. “Stay here,” he mouthed.
“Like, right now. Get your ass down here.”
“I think I might stay,” I said.
Noah grinned and nodded.
There was a short silence. “Did you fuck him already?” Chris asked.
“I might have.”
“Oh, great. You slut. Have fun.”
“Thanks. Sorry to leave you with her.”
“It’s whatever, she’ll pass out on the way back anyway.”
I did feel guilty, but I couldn’t pull myself away. I couldn’t decide if there was going to be another chance to have a night with Noah, or if he was going to suddenly transform back into his usual asshole self at the stroke of midnight.
“Okay, well, drive safe.”
“Seriously, have fun.”
“I will. Bye.”
We hung up, and I dropped my phone back onto the pile of my clothes. Noah was slowly pulling the condom off and wrapping it up in some tissues as I crossed the room and climbed back into bed.
“So, what are we doing all night?” I asked him.
When he turned back and looked at me, he didn’t need to answer. I knew exactly what he wanted to do, and I was still desperate for it.
Chapter Fifteen
The wind whipped through my hair as Noah drove his car along Kelly Drive, heading back toward the city. He put the top down on probably one of the last comfortable days before winter, and I was leaning back in my seat, oversized sunglasses covering my eyes. I hadn’t felt more comfortable and relieved in years. Well, not since the night before, when Noah made me come more than I ever had in a single night. We fell asleep wrapped around each other, naked and sweating.
We didn’t talk much that night. The party continued down below us, but Noah didn’t seem to give a shit about the strangers in his dad’s house. Instead, he locked the door, and we practically mainlined each other’s bodies for hours.
I looked over at him and smiled.
“What’s up, dots?” he said, catching my eye.
He looked handsome with his hair messy, his black sunglasses and his stylish clothes. I had never met a man who dressed as well as Noah, and I suspected it was a product of his L.A. upbringing.
“Nothing. Just curious about you,” I said.
“What are you curious about?”
There were at least a thousand things I wanted to ask him, ranging from the mundane to the overly personal. I wanted to know every little thing, but I also knew that he probably wouldn’t give himself up so easily.
“Well, your tattoo, for starters.”
He grinned. “Which one, dots? Be a little more
specific.”
“The one on your chest. What’s it say again?”
“It says, ‘Lux Orbis.’”
“Yeah, what is that?”
“It’s Latin for ‘Light of the World.’”
I screwed up my face. “Okay, that doesn’t tell me much.”
He laughed. “It’s something my mom used to say to me, when I was a little kid. She’d say, ‘Noah, you have a smile that can light up the world.’”
I blinked at him, surprised. He hadn’t spoken about his mother since that night at work, or at least he hadn’t mentioned her any more than in passing.
“That’s really nice,” I said.
“It’s one of the few things I remember about her. I guess it’s a kind of tribute.”
That wasn’t what I had expected.
“What else do you remember about her?”
He shrugged, his eyes on the road as we moved along the curves and bends. He was driving surprisingly slow, for a guy with a pretty expensive-looking convertible, and he had even made sure that I buckled up.
“Not much, honestly. She used to read to me, when I was really young, from this weird book with all these different stories. I can’t remember the name of it. Also, I remember her making me breakfast in the morning. And pulling the comforter off of me when I refused to get out of bed.”
I laughed, imagining a young Noah acting like a bratty kid.
He grinned at me. “That’s pretty much it. She died when I was too young to really remember her.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be. It was a long time ago.”
“Do you think you’d get along better with your dad if she were still alive?”
“I don’t know. Probably not. I think he’s just fundamentally fucked up, in an irredeemable kind of way.”
“That must be really hard.”
I couldn’t imagine living without a support system. My mom had always been there for me, my best friend and my biggest cheerleader. And although my dad was distant and sometimes cold, he was always kind to me, and always had my best interests in mind.
