The Truth About Lennon

by K. L. Grayson

  Chest heaving, she watches as I prop a knee up on the bed. Unable to resist, I lift her fingers to my mouth, but Lennon quickly jerks her arm, instead guiding them toward her own. Her lips part, and she slides her fingers into her mouth and sucks.

  “Fucking hell,” I curse, climbing all the way up on the bed. I situate myself between Lennon’s thighs, her eyes finding mine. “Do you remember what I told you yesterday? Your pleasure is mine, Lennon.”

  Slowly, deliberately, she pulls her fingers from her mouth, daring me take a taste.

  “Do you taste as sweet as you smell?” Noah asks.

  What I want to say is why can you talk if I can’t, but I quickly realize what he’s doing. Noah’s testing me, pushing me, trying to see if he can get me to crack while simultaneously turning me the hell on. When I don’t answer, Noah lowers his head, wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. His tongue plunges inside of me, and I nearly lose the challenge right then and there.

  Biting the inside of my cheek, I vow not to make a sound, but with each swipe of his tongue I lose a tiny piece of control. I close my eyes and thread my fingers into Noah’s shaggy hair, holding him against me. I rock my hips against his face, silently urging him on and telling him how much I love what he’s doing.

  My lips part. It’s difficult to stay quiet, to keep my feelings to myself. There’s nothing I want more than to urge him with my words.

  Yes, that—keep doing that.

  Faster, Noah, please.

  Oh God, yes, do that again.

  Every nerve in my body is firing, and I’m sure one more flick of his tongue will light me up like a firework.

  “God, Lennon.” Noah pulls back, his voice rough, his focus between my legs. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  Dipping two fingers inside of me, Noah quickly adds a third, stretching my body. The fullness is almost too much, and my back arches.

  “Are you as turned on as I am?” he asks.

  My eyes linger on his broad shoulders. Seeing his big, strong body between my thighs, his mouth glistening and his fingers moving in and out of me, is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever witnessed. I nod, biting my bottom lip.

  His eyes smolder. “Is it because you can’t make a sound? Or because of us?” Noah pulls his fingers from my body and licks them clean, much the same way I did moments ago. “Because it’s never been like this for me, Lennon.” His voice is thick with emotion as he crawls up my body. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you right now.”

  My eyes frantically search his, and I break all the rules. “Noah.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull his mouth to mine. “Please,” I beg. “I need you.”

  When he pulls back, his eyes are brimming with equal parts affection and determination.

  “Flip over, baby. Get on your knees.”

  Desperate for his touch, I get up on all fours. With a gentle hand pressed to the center of my back, Noah pushes my chest down against the pillows. Hooking his fingers around my hips he lifts my ass into the air and knees my legs apart.

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

  As he whispers the words against my flushed skin, his fingers slide up the back of my thigh. He kneads my ass before sliding two fingers inside of me. Thrusting my hips back at him, I try to encourage him to go faster, deeper, harder, but his deep chuckle tells me he’s having no part of it.

  Clenching my fists against the comforter, I swivel my hips as he slowly drives me insane. My eyes roll back in my head when Noah spreads his fingers, sliding them along my pussy as his tongue dives into me.

  Lennon followed my lead, trusting me to make her feel good, and the sound of her finally begging, telling me she needed me, pushed me over the edge. I’ll be damned if that plea didn’t turn me on more than her ability to keep quiet while I feasted on her body. Now I’m about to feast on her body some more before I give us both what we’re dying for.

  Making a V, I push two fingers along the length of her pussy, massaging her clit as my tongue dips inside.

  She tastes amazing.

  Like ecstasy.

  Like paradise.

  Like forever.

  And she’s all mine.

  She’s my little slice of heaven.

  Lennon’s body tightens, her ass shoving backward at a frenzied pace. I run my free hand up the globe of her ass, smacking lightly before I drag my finger down the seam, stopping when I hit puckered skin.

  Lennon bucks backward before pushing her face further into the bed, no doubt smothering whatever sounds she needs to make with the pillow. Her body shakes, her clit throbbing against the pad of my thumb, and when I feel her body go lax against me, I move back.

  Unable to wait a second longer, I slide off the bed and kick my jeans away as Lennon floats back down to Earth. She buries herself in my comforter, a sigh of contentment on her lips.

  I stare at her, all warm, pink skin and glowing eyes, as she peeks up at me from under a lock of hair. Her grin knocks me on my ass.

  “I need to be inside of you.”

  The weight of my strangled words causes her grin to fade. Her eyes drop to my hand, which is wrapped around my cock.

  With languid movements, Lennon sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed. She lies on her back, tipping her head over the side of the mattress, and looks up at me. Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she guides me to her mouth.

  Not exactly what I was thinking, but I’m not about to complain.

  Her tongue darts out, licking the drop of precum off before swirling around the head and sucking. I groan through clenched teeth. Placing my hands along the soft curve of her neck, I hold her steady as I slide inside her mouth.

  She moans. I can’t hear it over the blood rushing through my ears, but I can feel the vibrations against my shaft.

  “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

  She takes me deeper, as though my words fuel her efforts. I squeeze my eyes shut when my cock hits the back of her throat.

  “Goddamn, Lennon. So good. So fucking good.” My balls tighten, drawing upward, and I gently pull away. “On the bed, baby. I need to be inside of you.”

  “You were inside of me,” she says, licking her lips.

  “Wrong spot, beautiful.”

  Lennon slides to a sitting position and scoots back on the bed. She spreads her legs. The sight of her, still swollen and wet, will fuel my fantasies for years to come.

  “Do you want to be in here?” she asks, rubbing a finger along her slit.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  “Say it,” she demands, fighting back a grin.

  My sassy girl just turned the tables, and I love it.

  Gripping my cock in my hand, I stroke from base to tip. “I want to put my cock inside of your pussy, Lennon.”

  Her tongue darts out, wetting her pouty lips. I crawl on to the bed, covering her body with mine. The weight of the moment and the emotion I’m feeling settle heavy in my chest. All joking and playfulness aside, I say, “Please, baby.”

  Oh, my heart.

  Noah reaches across the bed, snagging a condom from the nightstand. “Let me make love to you.”

  No man has ever asked to make love to me. Mathis always just took what he wanted. I like this so much more. Noah respects me. He respects my body and my heart, and I know he would never take something from me without asking.

  Noah’s eyes widen when I wiggle out from underneath him. With both hands on his chest, I press him back against the pillows and crawl on top of him. He digs his fingers into my hips.

  “I thought you were going to tell me no.” He smiles, trying to infuse the moment with humor, but it doesn’t work. The vulnerability in his voice and his eyes gives him away.

  “For the record,” I say, taking the condom out of his hand. “I have a feeling I’ll never be able to tell you no.”

  His vulnerability dissipates, making room for a sexy smile. “Is that so?”

  I rip the foil, slide the condom on him, and toss the wra
pper off to the side.

  With my hands pressed to his chest, I lift my hips. Noah guides his cock to my entrance, and inch by delicious inch, I welcome him into my body.

  I lower my elbows to the bed, cradling Noah’s head in my hands, and I swallow his moan with a kiss.

  My hips move slowly at first, savoring the feel of him as he slides in and out in gentle strokes. Noah’s hands are everywhere—squeezing my ass, gripping my hips, fondling my breasts. He can’t get enough of me, and I love it.

  Eventually his hands slide up my spine and tangle in my hair.

  “You feel incredible,” he whispers, never taking his eyes off of mine.

  “Noah…” My words trail off because I’m at a complete loss. I’ve never felt anything like this, emotionally or physically. Our connection is indescribable.

  The need to make him feel good, to bring him to the edge and push him over, grows with each moan. Shifting, I sit up. With one hand on Noah’s rock hard abs, the other behind me on his thigh, I roll my hips several times before lifting up and dropping back down.

  Noah spends several moments pinching and flicking, pushing me further and further toward the proverbial edge.

  “If you keep doing that, I won’t last long,” I say as I grind my pelvis against his.

  “Fuck.” Suddenly he shoots up, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking into him again.

  Squeezing a hand between our slick bodies, Noah finds my clit, and I cry out as my orgasm slams into me. My body goes slack in his arms. He pumps once, twice, and a third time before growling out his own release.

  This moment is beyond perfect, and neither one of us makes a move. We’re both panting, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, and he’s still inside of me.

  “Lennon.” Noah presses a kiss to the base of my neck, reigniting every nerve in my body. He cradles my face in his hands and drops his forehead to mine.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He gives a slight shake of his head. “Nothing. Nothing with this or with you is wrong. That’s the thing.” He blows out a breath. “It feels so right. It feels like a freefall, and I can’t catch my breath. And the view is spectacular, but—”

  “Keep falling,” I beg, kissing him. “Please keep falling. Enjoy the view, and trust me to catch you. Because I will,” I whisper. “I promise I’ll catch you.”

  Noah sighs, his sweet breath fanning my face.

  It’s a silent sound of relief.

  A sound that vibrates inside of my soul.

  “Go, Nova! Run!”

  I jump from my chair, watching Nova kick the ball down the field. She’s laughing, her little legs carrying her as fast as they can go.

  “Run, Nova, run!” She skids to a stop several feet from the goal, rears her leg back to kick, and the ball goes flying into the goal just as the whistle blows.

  “They won!” I turn to Charlotte and then back toward the field.

  Throwing her hands in the air, Nova runs straight into Noah’s waiting arms.

  “Well, if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Charlotte says, popping a Starburst into her mouth.

  “So sexy.” I drop back onto my chair, watching Noah twirl his daughter. After a few seconds, she wiggles out of his hold and takes off to celebrate with her friends, leaving Noah and a few other men to clean up the bench after the game.

  “So…”

  I glance over at Charlotte. “What?”

  “So how’s it going with naughty Noah and the kid?”

  “Charlotte,” I hiss, looking around to make sure no one heard. “I never should’ve told you about that.”

  It’s been five days since Noah and I made love. Late that night I snuck out of his room and out of the house. Noah wanted me to stay, but neither of us wanted to take the chance of Nova finding us in bed the next morning.

  We’ve spent every evening together since.

  We’ve had dinner, watched movies, played soccer. Nova and I gave each other manicures and, much to her delight, had an evening of playing dress-up. So while I’ve gotten to know Nova on a much deeper level, I haven’t been able to touch Noah. Turns out, the ultimate cock-blocker comes in the form of a five-year-old girl.

  I’m not usually one to kiss and tell, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t squeal a few sexy details to Charlotte, who has been taunting me with them ever since.

  “You’re right. You shouldn’t have. I’ll never look at that man the same way again.” Charlotte makes a purring sound, which turns into a chuckle when I shove my elbow into her arm. “Okay, fine,” she concedes, rubbing her bicep. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll stop.”

  “Thank you.”

  “So how are things with the cock-blocker?”

  “Charlotte,” I hiss again. “Are you going to repeat every little thing I tell you?”

  “No.” She shakes her head, tossing another Starburst into her mouth. “Not every little thing.”

  “For the record, things are going fine.”

  “So you’ve told her about the two of you?”

  “No,” I say. “Not exactly.”

  “There is no ‘not exactly.’ Either you have or you haven’t.”

  “It’s not that easy,” I explain. “Nova is five, and she’s never seen her father date, so we’re going to take things slow. Plus, we’ve only known each other a few weeks. I’m sure there’s some sort of rule about these things.”

  “There is no rule,” she proclaims around the sugary goodness in her mouth.

  I snag a Starburst out of her lap. “Why do you only eat the pink ones?” I ask, popping a red one in my mouth.

  “That’s a stupid question.”

  “There is no such thing as a stupid question.”

  Charlotte rolls her eyes. “Bullshit.” She points at me. “You know as well as I do that that’s something parents and teachers tell kids to keep them from feeling like shit for asking a stupid question. And that, sweet Lennon, was a stupid question. Everyone knows the pink Starbursts are superior.”

  “Says you.”

  “Whatever.” Charlotte picks out all of the pink ones and dumps the rest in my lap. “Don’t try to change the subject. We’re not talking about my addiction to pink Starbursts; we’re talking about you and your hot-as-fuck love life.”

  “You need to get laid.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “Evening, ladies.” Charlotte and I both peer up, blocking the evening sun with our hands. Mikey stands in front of us in his paramedic gear, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Charlotte perk up in her seat.

  “Hey, Mikey. Are you working today?” I ask.

  “You don’t listen very well, do ya?” He grins, shaking his head. “I told you, I always work.”

  “Right.” I nod, glancing toward Charlotte again.

  She’s now chewing at a snail’s pace, her eyes roaming over Mikey’s physique, and I see my first opportunity to play matchmaker.

  I turn back to Mikey. “Mikey, this is my friend Charlotte.” He holds out his hand and Charlotte takes it. “Charlotte, this is Noah’s friend Mikey.”

  He kisses her knuckles and says, “It’s always a pleasure meeting a beautiful woman.”

  Charlotte grins. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

  “I would if they all looked like you.”

  Blushing, Charlotte slips her hand from his, and I clear my throat.

  “Mikey, Charlotte and I are going out for drinks this weekend, if you want to come,” I offer.

  “We are?”

  I nudge Charlotte, and she quickly recovers.

  “I mean, yes, we are. You should come.”

  Mikey turns his dark eyes toward Charlotte and smiles. Only it isn’t just any smile, because I’ve seen Mikey smile. This smile is blinding. It’s cocky, it’s panty-dropping, and he’s never smiled at me like that.

  Holy shit, I think he likes her.

  “Maybe I will,” he says. Then he disappear
s just as quickly as he showed up.

  “Well, that was awkward,” Charlotte mumbles, watching Mikey’s ass as he walks away.

  “Lennon! Lennon!” Nova comes running across the field, sliding to a stop in front of us. “Did you see me make that goal?”

  “I did! You were the best player out there!” I hold my hand in the air, and she slaps it.

  “Come on, Nova!” One of her teammates grabs her arm, dragging her away. “Let’s go to the park.”

  “Bye, Lennon!”

  I wave my fingers, watching as the two girls hightail it toward the playground that sits adjacent to the soccer fields.

  “Houston, we have a problem,” Charlotte says.

  When I turn to her, she nods toward the field, and I follow her line of sight. Noah is walking across the green grass with a beautiful blond woman. My skin prickles as I take in her long legs, killer body, and stunning rack.

  “Who is that?”

  “Not a clue.”

  “Yes, well, she has a thing for your man,” Charlotte says.

  I take her words with a grain of salt and smile when they approach.

  Charlotte stands up first, and I quickly follow suit.

  “Where did Nova run off to?” Noah asks, looking around.

  “She went to the park,” I answer.

  The woman shoves her hand in my face. “I’m Kalyn, Marybeth’s mother.”

  I vaguely remember Noah mentioning something about Marybeth being one of Nova’s buddies. Taking a step back, I wrap her hand in mine and shake it lightly. “Lennon. And this is my friend Charlotte.”

  Charlotte matches Kalyn’s fake smile head on, and I’m both surprised and impressed. Charlotte may look sweet as pie, but she has some fire.

  “Do your girls play soccer, too?” Kalyn asks.

  Charlotte snorts. It’s incredibly unladylike, and Kalyn crinkles her nose.

  “Hell, no,” Charlotte says. “We don’t have kids.”

  “Oh.” Kalyn looks from us to Noah.

  “Lennon is my…” Noah looks to me for help.

  We haven’t really defined what we are, and telling Kalyn could potentially lead back to Nova. One thing Noah and I are sure of is that we want to be the ones to tell her.