by V. Theia
I grinned and pressed green to call her.
“You’re awake early. Are you doing the walk of shame?” I asked as the call connected. It was 7am.
“I wish. My vagina thinks my hormones have been clipped, it’s been that long. I’m on a deadline for my shitty boss so I have to head into the office in thirty.”
“Huh…. So, you didn’t hook up with Gray? I was sure after that day flirting in the cafe you would have given him your number.”
There was only silence. “He gave me his. I haven’t called.”
In front of the mirror, with a mouth full of foam I brushed my teeth.
“Why the hell not? It was obvious you were into him. Is he too old? You realize he’s gorgeous and rich, right? And he seemed into you, Indie. He couldn’t keep his dirty eyes off you.”
I could hear her pouring coffee and I internally whimpered for my old bae.
“Nothing like that. I felt a spark. I don’t know, Sen. I liked him, I guess. He’s smart and funny. And rich never hurts.”
Ah. If India like-liked a guy she was sure to avoid him at all costs for fear of growing an attachment. It was weird, yet it was India’s way to protect her heart ever since she lost her brother. Never get too close or depend on someone who could hurt her. With men it was fast hit it and quit it and she moved on.
“Indie. Maybe give him a chance, it might be a great date. You don’t have to fuck him.”
She snorted. “Then what’s the point of dating? We all can’t hook a rich queer who nuzzles you on live TV at a Knicks game, darling. Speaking of which, how is my god-baby?”
“He or she is doing well, I think. No more sickness, thank god. But don’t change the subject. Call Gray. I’m working with him next week, maybe you can come by for lunch….”
More silence. “Maybe. I’ll see.”
At that the bathroom door pushed open and the man of my dreams stood in the frame in only the black boxer briefs he’d gone to sleep in.
The emotion I felt was easy to pinpoint as our gazes collided. Soft…tender, possessive, comforted emotions when he closed over the door quietly and then like a bomb sounding loudly he turned the lock.
The world narrowed to a lean framed God with dirty eyes on me.
I caught my breath.
“Sena.” I heard. “Hello, Sena!”
My mouth was bone dry watching his stride across the bathroom floor. Every muscle in his torso was tight and hard and biteable and I unable to drag my gaze away.
The cell phone fell away from my ear, dangling in my limp hand before I realized India was on the other end. “Sorry,” I told her absently, though my mind was far from the phone call and on the man taming my nipples to hard peaks with just the power of his stare.
And then without warning, Noah skimmed fingers over my belly where my top had ridden up, and he didn’t stop there. Oh no, he didn’t. Wicked touches continued, my skin prickled with heat. He rolled his two palms up and cupped both boobs, tending to my sensitive nipples, causing my breath to gasp out of me.
Oh, that wicked boy smirked at my reaction.
“What’s going on? You went radio silent, I thought some weird Southern thing happened like that time with Dorothy and her little dog.”
I let my gaze linger over his ropey arms, up his strong shoulders, across his defined collarbone and his overnight stubble dusting his sharp jawline.
Noah was so well put together. A god in human skin.
And he made me tingle just from a look.
A look so heated my clit pulsed and demanded attention. His growing cock stretched the front of his black boxer briefs so swiftly I strangled a breath. The crowned head thick and prominent behind the cotton and half-hard soon became fully erect right before my eyes.
My day was about to start better than first expected. I just had a feeling.
“I think I have to go, Indie. I can’t be sure … but I think Noah is about to do some real nasty things to me in my momma’s bathroom.”
I conveyed in a husky tone and watched him grin real damn slow and dirty.
“Holy shit, that’s hot.” Laughed my friend all the way in New York. “He’s there right now in the bathroom? Shit. I need my own queer.”
I didn’t have time to reply her, what with my tongue lolling out of my head. Noah took the phone, put it to his ear. “Sena is gonna have to call you back tomorrow, India.” He told her. His eyes on me.
His free hand still fondling my boob.
And there I was, slack jawed, hotter than ever and standing on two jelly legs I had no idea how they were holding me up.
As I saw it I was presented with two choices. Both of which ended with my mouth on his rock-hard body. So that’s what I did. Taking my mouth over his chest I sucked on his sleep-warmed pec, his hand left my boob and came to the back of my head, fingers in my hair, holding me close while I nibbled on his nipple, grazing it with my teeth.
But I needed more than that.
Suddenly I was frantic.
My hands everywhere. Touching. Owning.
I wasn’t fully aware my hands were in his shorts until I’d pulled his cock free against his belly.
So thick my one hand couldn’t span him.
I used the other to delve under his balls to that sweet spot.
I was mindless to make him moan and while he didn’t utter a sound while I pressed my thumb against his taint, rubbing in hot circles he did fist the back of my hair and his voice was huskier when he told India. “Of course, if it’s what she wants. Bye, India.” And he hung up.
“What …” no more words.
He took my mouth so ferocious I thought Noah might swallow me whole.
A kiss so possessive, a claiming kiss I lost some of my mind along with a boat load of oxygen as our lips fused and refused to let go for many minutes.
Both my hands on his body tightened until I gulped down his sex-fueled grunts, I continued to roll my two palms now in a coordinated move over his shaft.
Tip to base and back again in a continuous friction motion.
Panting, he laid his forehead to mine, hands cradled my face, he had me pinned against the bathroom wall next to the medicine cabinet.
“What did you say to her?”
His warm, sweet morning breath brushed over my lips, his hips canted forward when I squeezed the tip of his cock through my circled fingers, making him leak. “Jesus. Fuck. That feels good. You love driving me fucking crazy, kitten.”
He pumped into my hands, but I fisted tighter, the kind of grip that made the air expel from his lungs and he ejected a rangy sound.
“Noah, what did you tell Indie?”
Husky tones fell out of his mouth. His eyes almost pure black with lust. “She asked if I was gonna do nasty things to you in your mom’s bathroom.”
I laughed playfully against his mouth. I don’t know why I found his answer adorable, but I did. He tended to every need I had like it was his personal mission to keep me sated and happy.
Before the house rose for the day I was really going to let him do all those nasty things in my parent’s house.
I found being in love with Noah, having the freedom to touch any part of him when I wanted to, was a fast, intoxicating combination and pesky things like good manners for fucking in someone else’s home and the chance of being heard all flew out of the window, what with his hands sneaking under my thin sleep shirt and cupping my boobs once more.
And then he was kissing me in the way that he did with full control of both his mouth and mine, prying and teasing my lips to open for him, and the kiss, regardless of all the ones we’ve shared now, felt different, it was something I’ve never experienced before; a delirious, floating hypnotism. An increasing, all-uncontrollable, white-hot, heart-throbbing wonder that took my breath from my lungs until I was only alive because of Noah and his expert lips.
His hand circled the front of my throat in a rhythmic caress.
I imagined it was the same move a beast would use on his treasured pe
t he loved so much.
“I want in here,” he said in a hot rasp. “I want to feel my cock at the back of your throat and hear your hoarse voice for the rest of the day.”
Oh.
God.
“You were made to be worshipped, Sena.” Sparks exploded in my chest. “but right now, I need to fuck this beautiful mouth.”
I shivered an all over body shudder and tried to descend to my knees instantly to take him into my mouth but Noah’s hands on the top of my arms stopped me.
“I don’t want you getting on your knees on this hard floor,” his thumb brushing over my lips was driving me a little insane.
His voice was so silky intense it was barely a dark rumble.
I pulled it in and sucked hard.
Groans mingled, and I drew him across the room and sat my ass down on the toilet lid. “Better, your highness?” I was groin level. Perfect. His gorgeous dick was saluting me, and my mouth filled with moisture.
I gave the leaking tip a little kiss with a swipe of my tongue.
I’m happy to see you too.
“Did you wake needing a release?” I asked silkily. I could turn into a vapid flirt when I was holding a part of Noah that pulsed in my hand. God, he was like a furnace. I rolled my fingers lazily the length of him, paying attention to the spot on the underside of his wide tip that I knew would make him tremble.
I had a gleeful grin on my face when he did just that.
Repeating the motion, he pitched forward almost pressing his belly to my nose
“Yes. Suck it out of me.”
The way he said it. Authoritarian and hot at the same time made fireworks shoot around my body.
I wanted him.
I always wanted him.
But I wanted his release more than anything.
Turning Noah into a wild wreck of a pleading man was an addiction I craved at all hours of the day.
I loved when I sucked the thick tip.
Almost too wide to fit perfectly in my lips, between tongue and the roof of my mouth and to suck for all I was worth so much that it made Noah’s ridged belly hollow out as he shuddered.
Both hands slid into my hair holding my skull, but he didn’t thrust or drag me further on his cock, he was happy to watch me from under heavy lids and let me take him as slow as I was. “Christ. Jesus. That’s it, baby, suck all the fuck out of me. Oh, Jesus, those lips are evil. That’s it. Wicked, perfect tongue. Shit, yeah.”
If my mouth wasn’t full I would have laughed at his vocal cursing.
I did what he pleaded for.
“I used to dream about this,” he said stroking my hair back from my face. His blue eyes were almost black with desire. “When I fucked my fist, I thought about exactly this … fuck, kitten.”
Hot arousal mixed with my preening pride.
Hard unrelenting taunting pulls of my tongue I timed to perfection to bring him to the edge and back off right when he would have blown down my throat.
Fingers rimmed his wet length.
Noah was breathing heavily and leaning his whole body urging me to take his cock down again.
I felt powerful and about as womanly as I ever had. Sexy as hell.
“I’m going to take you apart, lion.” I told him slashing my tongue tip to his slit before he could drip onto the floor.
And what Noah said next was my undoing.
It was the trigger end to my teasing show because he came thirty seconds later.
“Only you can, baby.”
I was done.
I needed his release more than anything then and I got it. A whole mouthful of Noah’s pleasure and his sexy groans and filthy cursing.
“Open, kitten, I need you so fucking much,” two hands on my face, his thumb encouraged my jaw to widen and I took him in on a slow pull of lips and tongue.
Hollowing my cheeks, I gave Noah the kind of good morning guaranteed to make him happy for the rest of the day.
I enjoyed driving him go out of his mind.
And he enjoyed my husky spoken tones for the rest of the day.
~*~*~
“Momma! What can they be talking about?” I hissed to her at my side, though my eyes didn’t pull away from the sight of Noah and my dad chatting away across the way from us.
Since it was our last night before we flew back to NY we took my parents out for a bite to eat that night. We ended up in an Irish pub and everything was fine I thought. We ate Irish stew, dad and Noah drank Guinness and nothing much of anything was pressed upon until Noah and dad went to play darts at the other side of the pub. After maybe thirty minutes they’d abandoned the darts and were standing facing each other in deep conversation.
First Noah would talk, dad listening intently and then they’d switch.
This went on for twenty minutes.
Their faces serious.
Every now and then Noah would look my way, see my bugged-out eyes and wink at me. Ohmigod, what were they even talking about?
I was a bucket of nerves here and neither of them seemed to care!
My dad was a fire chief and Noah ran nightclubs, it didn’t give them much in common to talk about for as long as they had been.
They didn’t support the same teams, in fact they were rivals for goodness sake, so that was out, and my dad would be more fired up if they were talking college football and since he wasn’t throwing Noah across the bar I tended to lean towards it not being sports related.
“They’re getting on fine, baby.” My momma put in her useless two cents worth. “That’s the main thing.”
Noah was nodding at whatever dad was saying.
“No, it’s not. No, it’s not, momma. Go get control of your husband!”
She laughed and patted my shoulder, happily sipping on her cider.
They shook hands, dad did that father-patting on Noah’s shoulder and with smiles the pair went back to playing darts.
What on earth?
“See that? What are they talking about? What’s daddy said to you?”
“Shouldn’t you be happy your father isn’t cleaning his shotgun?” She sounded so amused at my nosy distress.
“You know daddy hates guns. He’s more likely to have Noah taken in the night by all his fire boys and dumped in Arkansas without his wallet and cell phone.” Dad’s fire boys would do anything for their chief, even kidnap a man who had knocked up his only daughter.
The first chance I got Noah alone before we drove back to my parent’s house I demanded to know what they’d been talking about.
Noah smiled and kissed my forehead, slid his arm around my waist and guided me back to the car. “We were getting to know each other, kitten.”
“It looked serious.”
His gorgeous lips twitched, and I was not convinced with his explanation at all.
I knew bullshit when I heard it. I elbowed his ribs.
“Getting to know my girlfriend’s father is always serious. He’s a mean darts player, too. I almost lost my shirt.”
I guffawed and found myself cuddled into his side. “You are a big fat liar, Noah Fierro. I have my ways to get you to talk.”
“Do you now?” His husky tones sent heat to my lower half. I unravelled faster than a ball of yarn under his intense show of love. He kissed the side of my neck and for a second, I wished we weren’t in public or walking behind my parents who were only up ahead of us by a couple of feet because I really wanted to show Noah my own version of physical love against the brown sedan we walked by. “I look forward to a good grilling, kitten. Be thorough, work me over hard.”
Laughing, I elbowed him again.
I never did find out what they discussed.
Not for a good few months.
TWENTY
It wasn’t as though I consciously moved into Noah’s penthouse officially over the next few weeks. We didn’t discuss it, but I knew Noah wanted it. It just sort-of happened over many days since all my stuff kept magically appearing around his place.
One morning I was
rushing to get dressed to catch the subway across to Brooklyn, when I noticed most of all my clothes were neatly hanging on hangers on the right side of Noah’s walk-in closet.
Opposite all his power suits, his club suits and his casual jeans and sweaters hanging in order were my things.
Perplexed, I didn’t join the dots at first as I stared.
Maybe it was baby brain.
I ran my fingers over my dresses and skirts and found a pair of blue stretchy pants to wear that day to go with my white Vans. I tended to stay over and bring a change of clothes with me, but last night we’d come home from dinner and a movie date and I’d crashed out after a round of living room sofa sex so intense I flaked out on top of Noah and knew no more until I woke this morning.
To further cement my suspicions, I raided the tall, white wooden dressers in the bedroom and found all my t-shirts, bras, panties and nightwear things neatly placed inside.
“Noah, all my clothes are in your closet. Do you know anything about this?” I said walking out through the bedroom, down the hallway and into the living room which led me to the kitchen where he was standing drinking no doubt his third espresso of the morning though it was still only a little after 7am.
He rose with God, worked out, inhaled a protein shake and probably handled some crisis in his email inbox from one of his general managers all before my eyelids flickered open.
He was grumpy in the mornings, but he tended to get a lot of things accomplished in the early hours of the day if he hadn’t been out the night before to one of his properties. Plus, his power source was his grumpiness.
Arching a dark brown brow over the little espresso porcelain cup in his large hand, so ridiculously small it was pointless having a coffee. If it wasn’t Venti sized, why bother was my thought. But as I knew, my villain was an ostentatious snob when it came to his caffeine intake. I was supermarket own brand and he was Columbian beans picked by virgin monks dressed in plaid bathrobes, or something foolishly expensive like that. No wonder I adored him.
“Hm. Are they? Strange that.” He said evenly.
I wasn’t fooled.
“When did you bring them all up, you, giant-sized sneak?” Rounding the island, I saw he already had my mint tea, buttered toast and a fruit bowl set out for me.
