by J. L. Beck
Noelle was going to kill me. I wanted her so much more than I ever thought I would. It was still so hard to believe she wasn’t more experienced with sex given her dirty mouth and the way her body reacted to my touch. It was as if we were made for one another. When I gave she took, and when she gave I took.
“Ahhhh!!!” A low hum erupted from somewhere deep inside of her. Her pussy gripped my fingers in a tight hold as the tension that had built up started to release from deep inside of her. Her release came out in hard waves, each one hitting me with an intensity that made me scared. I wanted her so fucking bad, so badly that I would do whatever I could to have her.
“It’s so painful, but it feels so damn good…” she huffed out in a moan as she withered beneath me. She tried to pull her thighs together as if it would relieve the painful waves that were crashing throughout her. I knew it wouldn’t, so I continued to slam my fingers in and out of her, feeling another wave of pleasure building. I took each wave of pleasure and gave it back to her.
“More… More…” I stared in awe at her face as she started to crumble at the hand of my pleasure. She was so beautiful as her brows furrowed and her mouth formed that distinct O shape. Sharp nails sunk into the mattress as she clung to my body with everything that she had. I knew then even if I didn’t admit it out loud to her yet, that I loved her, and that I always would.
She came again, her juices coating my hand. I slowly withdrew my fingers, bringing my them up to my mouth, wanting nothing more than to lick at them greedily. My nostrils caught a whiff of her arousal, which only made me want to cave and give into my own personal vendetta. But I pushed on, knowing that the outcome would be worth it.
I couldn’t stop myself. I needed her to watch me lick her juices off my fingers. I flicked my tongue against the tips of the fingers, and when that wasn’t enough I shoved them in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around them, making sure I got every last drop of her arousal.
Those hazel eyes of hers were heavy with pleasure as she shoved up from where she was laying on my bed and watched me as if she was mesmerized. I pulled a condom from the drawer from the nightstand, ripping the wrapper with my teeth, and then slipping it on over my hard cock.
“I need to be inside of you,” I panted. “I will be as gentle as I can be, and for as long as I can withstand. It’s still going to hurt, though. I need to know that this is what you want?” I needed her to be okay with it. I needed her to want it as much as I did because if I didn’t get inside of her soon I would lose it. Still if she said no, I would turn around and go take the longest cold shower I possibly could.
We stared at each other for a long moment. I questioned her with my eyes, asking for permission. I wanted this moment to be perfect for her. For it be as pleasurable for her as I knew it would be for me.
“It’s always been you, Royal. Always. I want you to be my first. Take me.” Her voice was hoarse as she spread her legs wider to give me better access. I shucked what little remained of my clothes to the floor. I had waited months for this very moment.
I placed my cock at her entrance and slipped ever so slowly into her, the muscles of her pussy tightening as I spread them apart. I felt the small muscle that was pushing against me. I had to break her barrier.
“Be still, baby…” I barely got the words out, as I clenched my teeth together. It was a strain against every muscle in my body to not slam into her fully. I pushed through the barrier with ease, knowing that she probably felt intense pain at the moment.
“Oooo…” she hissed out, gripping my hand in hers. Hazel eyes looked up at me with so much love and care. She looked at me as if she knew I would never do her wrong, as if she trusted me with her life. I lowered myself down so I could press my lips softly to hers, trying to give her a distraction from the pain.
I forced myself to still as I seated myself all the way inside of her, my cock throbbing and begging me to move. I held myself above her, watching as the pain worked its way through her body. I knew it was her first time and I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch, but I never expected to feel guilt for causing her this pain.
“I’m sorry,” I ground out.
“Shhh, I want this, Royal.” One single tear slipped from her eye and down her cheek as she stared up at me with open eyes. Pain laced her words, and I wondered if I had it in me to really follow through with this.
“I…” I took a breath, feeling her tightness all around me. She lifted a hand to my chest, rubbing small circles against my skin.
“I’m okay; I promise. Take me… Please,” she huffed out, her eyes begging me. I knew there was no way right then and there that I could stop this.
“Take a deep breath as I pull out and come back in,” I grunted out, forcing myself to keep the pace nice and slow. I slid out of her and then back in with ease, her body muscles expanding to my length.
I was going to die a slow and painful death, but it would be worth it.
Minutes ticked by as I cradled her body against mine, my cock slipping in and out of her until a delicious amount of juices coated both of us. As soon as her whimpers turned to tiny pants I allowed myself to gain momentum, allowing myself to finally slam into her tight hole. A shrill of pleasure filled the air around both of us.
“Your pussy was molded for me. I have never felt anything so perfect in my life.” I spoke between clenched teeth, gripping her hips tightly against my center. I could feel every dip, clench, and push of her body. Fire burned through me as I claimed every part of her body.
“Royal.” My name fell from her lips in a sigh. I never made love. I never did soft strokes, or had someone panting so much after me. It was never this intense with anyone. Every slip and slide drew me closer to her.
I was branding myself onto her skin and into her heart.
My balls drew up and began to tighten. My body threatened to give out as I continued that torturously slow pace, making sure I wasn’t being overly rough. There would be plenty of time for that later. Right now was all about making sure her first time was special and as painless and pleasurable as possible.
I gazed into her eyes, the twinkle and adoration in them was clear with every push, clench, and shove into her body. I never understood why people wanted to look at each other during sex. To me all sex was, was a way to release tension and to fulfil a need. But right now looking at Noelle and seeing the trust and love wash over her features, made it all feel right. It was as if I was missing out on the best parts of sex.
“You are so fucking beautiful, princess.” I could feel myself getting close to the finish line. Soon I wouldn’t be able to hold back my release.
“I can’t hold back much longer, baby, but I need you to come with me. Can you do that?” I lowered my hand down between our slick bodies, finding that small bundle of nerves with ease. As my finger pressed firmly against her clit, I started to rub against it in small circles; the pants and moans that she released told me just how close she was to her own release. I could hear the sound of her breaths coming in faster and louder. She was close, just a few more strokes.
I leaned my head against her shoulder as a buzzing sounded in my ears. An exhilarating array of colors bursting out before my eyes as our bodies collided, the sound of our skin hitting one another. With every stroke we mended the broken pieces of us together making. us one whole single being.
“This is for you,” I growled, as hot cum spurted deep inside of her.,and into the condom. I groaned in pleasure as I shook above her; my muscles wanting to give out as I forced them to stay rigid. I’ve never taken a girl with so much care, nor did I ever had the desire to do so before.
Noelle was the opposite of everything I should have ever wanted, but I couldn’t shake her. She was in my head, under my skin, and now a part of me.
“The first time I met you, I thought you were a bitch. A stuck up chick who lived off my daddy's money.” My breaths were shallow as I hovered above her, my eyes never leaving hers as I spoke.
“I thought you were
a prick,” she announced shyly. I smiled because her assumption of me was actually quite true. I was a prick, an asshole, you name it. I probably acted like it at one point and time.
“I never imagined that I would be feeling what I feel for you.” My eyes and words softened as I sunk further onto the bed, pushing her back against my pillows. She belonged here: in my bed, underneath me, panting and moaning my name. Everything about her made me whole. I was no longer searching for myself, because the parts of me that had always been missing could be found in Noelle.
“What do you feel for me, Royal?” she whispered in a sweet, hesitant voice causing my heart to soar through the roof. I nuzzled into her throat, breathing in our two scents that mingled together. I was owned by her in every single way possible; was there even words to use to describe that?
"I'm falling incredibly fucking hard for you." My lips were right against her ear and I desperately wanted to turn her face into mine forcing our lips together but I didn’t. I needed this moment with her more than anything else. I needed to lay it all on the line and tell her how I felt about her, to make certain she knew it.
“I'm in love with you, Noelle, and the scariest part of that is not even you can save me from loving you. I’m scared of the feelings I have for you because they’re the realest feelings I have ever had. Love is nothing without you.”
Noelle’s eyes caressed my skin. She was staring at me with so much adoration in those soft hazel eyes of hers that I felt as if I was being brought to my knees.
“I...” I could see the words she wanted to say but didn’t know if she would say them yet.
“I… I never thought I would be the kind of girl to fall for you. We’re complete opposites, you’re so cocky, arrogant, and just…” I didn’t let her finish that thought. I had something else I wanted to say.
“Don’t quote me because I’ve never felt this way before, but I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you. Falling head over feet, deep into the abyss love with you, and not one person can steer me from that emotion. Not even you.” The look of fear in her eyes as she realized what I actually said reflected back on me, to my own reaction to the emotions I was feeling.
“L… Love?” The questioning look she gave me told me she didn’t know if she heard me correctly.
“Yes. Love. L.O.V.E.” I spelt it out for her in case she was still suffering from my pleasure-inducing coma.
“I…” She started to speak but I placed my lips against hers eating up whatever words it was that she wanted to say. I didn’t want this moment with her to end.
I wanted it to go on forever.
“Remember how I told you that being afraid is okay when you’re walking blindly in the dark?” I questioned pulling away just enough so I could see her eyes.
She gulped, and then nodded her head at me.
“You’re no longer walking blindly in the dark. You’ll always have my hand to hold, to grasp and squeeze when the times get hard. We can guide each other through this dark life.”
Tears pricked at her eyes, but nothing fell. Instead, she grabbed me by the back of the head forcing our lips together once again, putting every piece of strength she had left into that one single clash of our lips. It said everything that she was far too afraid to say yet. That she too loved me but didn’t know how to put it into words.
Saying I love you was easy, it was the emotions that came with it, the feelings and desires that changed you. If you were really in love, you always felt those things before you said those three little words. Love was something to be feared, because it had the power to break you.
Telling Noelle that I loved her was like giving her a loaded gun and praying that she didn’t shoot me directly in the heart. It was hoping that she felt the same way, because if she didn’t it would kill me.
There was just no way I could ever let her go, and I knew that as I tucked her into my body, cradling her against my chest.
I needed this silence with her, to hear nothing but the pounding beats of our hearts, and the passing of air into our lungs. I tried to convince myself that it was anything but me that needed to change. I saw the crash course I was on with life in the mirror every day, and I was afraid that I would hurt Noelle.
Things changed when you scared yourself. I was terrified of the person I was becoming and it was only because Noelle helped me see it.
“You saved me from myself,” I whispered into her hair, breathing in her scent and holding her closely against my chest, my chin resting on top of her head.
“We’re even then, because you made me a better person,” she whispered back.
I wasn’t able to sleep for days and as soon as I allowed myself to relax into her touch, my eyes drifted closed, growing heavy with exhaustion. Now that I let Noelle know just how crazy she made me feel, it was as if I could finally breath. As if there was no longer any weight that sat upon my shoulders.
After all, she was the only love that I grew to know.
Chapter Thirty
-Noelle
My body ached like it never had before, parts of my flesh felt as if it was on fire as I forced myself to untangle from Royal’s strong grip. I needed to use the bathroom like no other, but I didn’t want to get up, at least not yet. Being here cuddled in Royal’s warm embrace felt right, and there was a sense of peace that overwhelmed me. I had never felt this much at home before, and I wasn’t ready to end the feeling yet.
My bladder threatened to burst minutes later, and I knew I had no other option but to get up and go. Reluctantly, I pulled the comforter back and forced myself out of the bed, trudging around Royal’s bedroom to find my clothes. Things moved slow because my eyes refused to leave his naked body.
A memory was burned into my mind because of the things that he did to me last night— unimaginable things. The way my body hovered between pleasure in pain, and the words that fell from our lips.
Love.
Four letters.
One word.
A million emotions and I was stuck in love with the man I should have loved least of all. I gave up in defeat, looking for my clothes. Instead I walked over to his dresser and pulled out one of his shirts and slipped it on over my head, figuring I just needed to cover up really quick and slip back in here. I wanted to be here when he woke up.
I slipped from his bedroom as quietly as I could and down the hall toward what
I assumed was the bathroom. Royal and I were so intent on making it to his bedroom that he didn’t even show me this bathroom. I was a foot away from entering it when Royal’s mother noticed me in the hallway. Our eyes clashed. Oh God! She knew. She had to.
She cleared her throat, looking me up and down.
“I’m guessing you’re the one he loves, because if you aren’t I’m pretty sure you should leave,” she joked, and I was confused as to how she already knew when I had just found out myself. Maybe she heard us last night? Shit I hoped not.
My face turned fifty shades of red. I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar. I fucked this woman’s son in her house last night, and now I was standing in her hallway getting ready to use her bathroom in nothing but her son’s shirt. I was embarrassed. Mortified.
“I….” I stumbled over my words, trying to figure out what to say. What could I say to make this look better?
Hi. I know I’m screwing your son, but can I use the restroom you have here?
“My name’s Olivia, but you can call me Momma.” She smiled at me, and her eyes twinkled. I could see why Mark married her. She couldn’t be any sweeter, and her beauty was remarkable. She had long brown hair and beautiful sea blue eyes. Her body was that of a dancer’s— strong and firm, but slim and eloquent where needed. Looking at her now made me much more curious about her and Mark’s story.
“Hi, Olivia,” I remarked shyly, balancing from foot to foot.
“Why don’t you come out here when you get done going to the bathroom. I want to share something with you.” She sipped from her coffee cup giving me
one last look before fleeting back in the direction she came.
Nervous butterflies erupted in my belly. What could she want to talk to me about? Did she hate me too, because my mother was married to her ex-husband?
I went to the bathroom and washed my hands without thought as worry ate away at my insides. You couldn’t tell me you had something to talk about and then walk away like that. What if she told me I needed to leave? Could I, given everything that had happened with Royal last night?
I exited the bathroom and contemplated changing my clothes. Was there a point? I was pretty sure she already knew what happened and it would probably just make it more obvious if I did.
“Oh get in here, girl. I’m not going to bite,” she laughed, and it made me smile. It was such a warm and inviting laugh. I shuffled across the floor and over to the small island. A glass of piping hot coffee was placed in front of me.
“I’m sorry. I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this whole meet the parents thing,” I confessed, taking a sip of the hot goodness. The small sip caused my senses to erupt and my body to shiver. Coffee was so fucking good.
“Oh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve only ever done it once myself, with Royal’s father.” I bit at my lip wondering where this was going.
“You said you wanted to talk?”
“Yes. I wanted to let you know that I don’t blame you or have any harsh feelings toward you. I don’t think ill of you in light of what happened.” I was puzzled. I mean I know Mark left her for my mother, but why would she blame me?
“What are you talking about?” I questioned.
“I’m talking about Viviana, of course. Everything your mother did to ruin my marriage. The lies and the secrets. You’re aware that your mother claimed Mark was your father when you were born, right? You aren’t, of course, which we all know now. She said she had sex with Mark at a business convention but she didn’t. It was all a trap. She laced his drink so that he would pass out and she could set it up to appear like they slept together.” I blinked and coughed as the coffee that was in my mouth slid down the wrong hole. The liquid burned the entire way down my throat and my eyes began to tear from my coughing. I needed that burn; I needed it because I desperately wanted to scream out loud because of the things my mother did.
