by Jamie Knight
Before long, I had gotten him to the end again, nursing a massive load of cum from his huge cock, instantly filling my mouth. I struggled to swallow it all down, but it was worth it. I didn't want to waste a single drop.
When I was finished, he helped me back to my feet and kissed me, letting me know how much he liked what I had done.
Taking a handful of body wash, Noah scrubbed me down, taking extra care with my boobs and pussy, which were particularly sensitive from my heightened excitement. The slightest touch on my pussy lips sent waves of pleasure through me.
He even washed my hair, washing and rinsing properly which I could attest was not an easy thing, not least because I wore my hair so long. On the last rinse, he started kissing my shoulder, then my neck slipping his hands around my waist, holding me tight, one of them finding its way down my pussy. I leaned back against him and moaned, letting him know how good it felt.
“Bend over,” he said.
I wasn't quite sure what I was doing, never having fucked in the shower before, but still, I did my best to get into a good position for him. Bent as far as I could at the waist, I pressed my hands against the wet tiles. I guess I did an okay job because his cock slipped right in, my pussy lips hugging it tight pushed in.
“Okay?” he asked.
I replied by saying yes, but that fell far short of how I was actually feeling. In actuality, I was absolutely desperate for it, and if he didn't fuck me soon, I might actually scream. I didn't say that though he seemed to get the message, likely from the desperation in my tone when I said yes, meaning it as much more than momentary consent, which he also had in spades.
Taking me firmly by the hips, Noah started to move in me, working further into my pussy with each thrust, managing to get all the way in. Something that wouldn't have been possible the first time. I didn't know he was going to try that and was not sure he did either, but I was really glad that he did because it felt absolutely amazing.
Intuiting that I was ready, Noah started going faster, building up to a steady, medium rhythm, which was honestly pretty intense, mostly because of the depth but still felt amazingly good. A fact I made clear with the sounds I was making. I was usually pretty quiet when I was touching myself, self-conscious about the sounds I might make, and what people might think should they accidentally hear me. With Noah, I didn't care and let it go, wanting him to know exactly how good it felt.
I could feel it when he was getting ready to come, moving at the same time, me forward and him back. He pulled out of my tight little pussy, and I got his big hard cock into my mouth just in time to get the full force of his load. Swallowing it all down, I sucked him hard until I received another huge helping of his sweet cum.
Helping me to my knees, he kissed me deeply as I stroked his still hard cock until he came a fourth and final time in my hand, which I happily licked up, swallowing it down. It was so good I could hardly believe it. Just as I could hardly believe that even after all that I'd already had, I still wanted more. I forced myself to leave it, knowing that he only had so much to give.
Stepping out of the shower, we dried each other off, more or less at the same time, the set of moves and dodges coming out a lot like a dance, which made me want to laugh. Seeing my smirk, Noah pulled me to him, our naked bodies pressing together, and kissed me in a way that made me want to melt.
Scooping me up into his powerful arms, Noah carried me, still quite naked, into my bedroom and tucked me in before getting in next to me. His added warmth noticeable on the chilly night, the idea that L.A. was always warm being so much bullshit. Even I had gotten to the point of smirking at the tourists wearing shorts in January.
“Can I tell you something?” I asked.
“Sure anything,” Noah said.
“Even that I'm secretly a covert assassin for a foreign government sent here to whack you for the outcome of one of my cases?”
“Um, sure, is that true?” he murmured.
“Nope, just thought I'd ask,” I said.
“Ah, I see,” he said, before breaking out into uproarious laughter.
“What?”
“Here to whack me!”
“What's funny about that?”
“The industry term is liquidate. Or erase if you want to be existential about it.”
“I forgot you've had to deal with such people.”
“Once or twice,” he said with a shrug.
Leave it to the hot lawyer to shrug off an assassination attempt. I thought back and tried to remember if I had seen any scars. Coming up blank, I reached out and touched him. He did the same to me, thinking I was just being affectionate.
“I-I think I'm falling for you,” I admitted before falling asleep.
I wasn't sure what time it was when I woke up. I had yet to buy a new alarm clock, other things always getting in the way somehow, and it was still too dark to see my watch, a piece with a fancy indigo light being way outside my budget.
What I did know was Noah was gone. Again. Not even a lovely origami note this time. Just a big empty space — like the one that was gathering in my heart.
Noah had made himself clear. He only wanted me as a fake fiancée and possibly a fuck buddy. That was all. I decided to try and keep my emotions in check.
Chapter Fourteen
Noah
It was pretty swanky for a child's birthday party. It could partly be because there was exactly one child in sight. The birthday boy looked somewhat dazed in his highchair at the head of the table. I guess that's what happened when your mom was in the upper three percent of society. I didn't remember it being that way for me, though.
I made it a point to take a seat near Drew so I could try an engage him. A decision that put me across from Ann. It was honestly hard to tell if she liked me. Sure, she and Jim had made me a partner, but that was mostly based on my work and my friendship with Jim. My work stood for itself, but I could never tell what Ann thought of me on a personal level.
I was certainly unorthodox, specifically in my mode of transportation and I didn't always turn up to the meetings — particularly if I had something better to do, which was most of the time, but I brought a lot of attention to the firm with my charity work.
I knew Emma was in the kitchen cooking up a storm, trying to get the next course ready and had to push down the urge to go back there, see her, talk to her, and, if she would let me, help out. I was aware that we were in a bit of a weird place, so I stayed where I was.
“You look deep in thought,” Leo, the newest lawyer at the firm, said.
“It's been known to happen,” I replied and took a swing of the whiskey I had in front of me.
Leo seemed like a good guy, but we hadn’t talked much around the office. Today he was seated right next to me.
“Does it hurt?” he asked with some snark. It made me like him.
“Just a bit. Like a dull ache.”
He snorted a quick laugh. “Penny for your thoughts,” he continued, pressing a bit.
“Oh, they're worth way more than that,” I argued.
He laughed again and ran his hand through his blonde hair. “I would think so, considering how much time you have to spare to give to charity.”
“Yeah,” I said, not sure what else to say. I really didn’t like boasting about my accomplishments.
The man next to me nodded. “I mean it. It is rare that I hear about that kind of generosity. Especially from a lawyer. I mean, we don't exactly have the best reputation.”
“I know, I've heard the jokes,” I said.
“Jokes? What jokes? There are jokes?” Leo asked, a grin turning up one side of his mouth.
We sat in silence for a few moments, and I noticed that he was drinking whiskey just like I was. The guy couldn’t be all bad, then.
“How long ago did you graduate?” I asked.
“A while ago, I had a hard time finding a job and had to take other work for a few years before joining Howell and Howell.” He glanced away like it was a subject he w
as uncomfortable with.
I didn’t press. The man’s business was his own. “That’s likely why you have never heard the jokes.”
We both laughed, feeling more comfortable again, and were joined by Drew, drawing looks of burning ire from Ann's side of the table. Probably because she was exactly the kind of lawyer that the jokes tended to be told about. I could laugh at them, and suspected Leo could too because we knew that it didn't really apply to us and what we did.
“You really are generous; I do mean that.”
“Thanks, honestly, it is easy with strangers, particularly those oppressed. I'm not good with personal connection, either negative or positive. When it comes to matters of the heart, I can be even more guarded.”
“What do you mean?” Leo asked, looking genuinely curious.
“You've likely heard about Emma and me, right?”
“Well yeah, it's kind of the talk of the office, especially when you came up with your mom.”
I nodded. I had forgotten that Leo had the office a few doors down from mine.
“That was not my idea,” I explained, knowing how loud my mother could be.
“Clearly, there was a bet as to where she was holding the gun,” Leo said.
“Oh, she doesn't need one. She's armed with the mighty power of weaponized guilt.”
“I think I have heard the legends,” Leo explained.
“Take heed young one,” I said.
He laughed. “So, what's really happening with you and Emma?”
“Well, that's the thing. There isn't anything, really. At least there isn't meant to be if there is, if that makes any sense.”
“Not even a little bit,” Leo admitted.
“Okay, let me start again. I'm being honored at the governor’s gala for my charity work.”
“I knew that,” Leo said.
“Right, and my mom is after me to settle down and get married and make all the same mistakes that she did because if she's in a rut, we all have to be.”
“Seems a bit harsh but, okay,” Leo said.
“Right, and as you may or may not know, I am chronically single by choice.”
“Not what I heard,” Leo said, eyeing me and taking a sip from his glass.
“Oh, there are lots of women. Lots of one night stands I should say. I'm rarely at a loss for someone to go home with but that's not the same as having a relationship. That is the matter of another part of the body other than the heart. Anyway, my mom is so nuts; she invited my crazy ex to the event, no doubt in hopes of getting us back together so I can get married and be respectably miserable. Then someone, who shall remain nameless, told me about how you and Carina first got together, and it didn't sound like a bad idea.”
Leo smiled and nodded. “So, you choose Emma to be your fake fiancée?”
“Not exactly. I had decided a fake fiancée would be a way to put my mom off the warpath. Sure, she might be a bit upset I hadn't told her the second I got engaged but figured she would get over it. I didn't know who to ask to be my fake fiancée but ended not having to choose anyone, Emma offering herself for the job.”
He grinned again. “Looks like someone has a crush.”
“So, it would seem.” I drained my glass. “You haven't heard the bad part.”
“Oh, sorry, please, continue.”
“Well we were hanging out, getting to know each other, one thing led to another and -”
“You didn't.”
“We did, twice.”
“Oh, dear.”
“You haven't heard the worst part,” I said again.
“There's more?”
“Indeed, last night, Emma said that she is falling for me.”
“How do you feel about her?”
“The same, I think.”
“You think?” Leo asked, raising his eyebrows.
“It's been so long; I can't be sure.”
“Get sure, and if the answer is yes, then bloody well tell her. No good ever comes from holding it in.”
I thought about what Leo said. He had been in the same situation I was in, and it turned out great. I could only hope for the same for Emma and me. My nerves were high, but I had to tell her. It was the right thing to do.
Chapter Fifteen
Emma
The dinner was over. Things had gone off without a hitch and I was packing up my supplies as well as the leftovers.
“Hey,” Ms. Howell said, coming into the kitchen. It was her place after all.
“Hey,” I said, keeping focused on the task at hand.
“That was really great.”
“Thanks,” I said and smiled at her. Ann was a bit imposing, but I wanted to like her.
She leaned against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest. “I'm serious, I have a lot of clients who would be interested in hiring you for their events.”
“So do I,” Carina agreed, as I took the current load of equipment out to the table, “though in my case it's moms.” Carina was setting up a special school right here in L.A. I admired her spirit.
“Wow, really?” I looked at both of them. “I'll make up a portfolio when I get home tonight and email it to you both.”
“That's perfect,” Ann said.
“What's perfect?” handsome Noah asked, coming in from the lounge where he, Jim, and Leo were trying Jim's new whiskey.
“You!” I giggled, throwing myself at him in an attack hug, kissing him passionately.
“Whoa,” Noah said, backing off, “what was that for?”
“You're my hero!”
“Thanks?”
Given his new heroic status, it was only appropriate that he help me with loading my stuff into the back of my hearse.
“Wow. There really is a lot of room back here,” he said.
“I know right? There used to be runners built into the floor to help put the coffin or casket in, but I had a mechanic take them out after I inherited it. Same place I got the paint job. They gave me a good deal,” I explained.
“Coffin or a casket?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Aren't they—”
“No, they are not the same, it is a common misconception and understandable really. The main difference mostly has to do with shape and lid style,” I explained.
“Such as?”
“Well, I have never heard of an open coffin funeral nor has there been a last or indeed the first nail in a casket. It really doesn't work that way,” I said, giving the best explanation I had ever heard.
“Oh, okay, I think I get it.”
“Faster than most people,” I admitted.
“Thanks?”
“Your welcome,” I beamed.
Part of me was still pissed at Noah for leaving last night without so much as a goodbye. There was another part, however, a rather large one, that still wanted him to fuck me senseless.
We drove back to my apartment, Noah following my hearse in his hot rod. He had helped me get the stuff down to my car, so it only stood to reason that he would help me take it back up. This in no way meant that anything was going to happen. I wasn't even sure if he was interested anymore. I tried to tell myself that I didn't care, mostly as a way of staying sane.
The paranoid part my mother had installed in my wiring was screaming at me not to let a strange man into my place. I simply reminded myself that while I didn't know him super well on a personal level, something that would surely come with time, he was hardly a stranger. He had taken my virginity for goodness sake and knew me in lots of other ways, all of them being really good. More than enough to convince me Noah wasn't dangerous to me, or anyone else really, despite his commanding size and power, which at the moment were being put to use in my assistance.
Taking all five boxes at once, Noah baked slowly away from the open back door of the hearse, careful not to drop anything.
“I got it,” I said closing the door.
“Just don't let me bump into anything and it should be all good,” he explained.
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sp; Doing my best to shepherd him to the apartment, there barely a wobble from the boxes despite Noah not actually being able to see over the top of the mighty pile. Gracefully, he got the boxes to the kitchenette without incident and, without even needing to be asked, organized them by sized, opened them, and started unloading.
“You really don't have to do that,” I said.
“I don't mind,” he said and just kept on trucking.
I quickly got in there to help before he could do it all himself. I wasn't sure why, but he seemed keen on punishing himself or making amends for something. It was quite an efficient way to do it, both of us working on it that is, and everything was put away in record time.
“Do you have any more of those eclairs?” Noah asked when it was all done and dusted.
“Um, yeah, a couple,” I said, going to the fridge.
Part of me wondered what exactly he had planned. He probably just liked them and wanted more. Though there was still a chance, small as it was, that this was a pretense to get back into my pants. A notion to which I was in no way opposed, my pussy actually tightening at the thought.
“Would you like some wine with them?” I asked, serving the eclairs up onto two plates.
“Red or white?” he asked because, of course, he did.
“Red, I think,” I said, going back to the fridge to look.
I liked wine of a flavor level but didn't know much about it in terms of the fancy talk of the silver bucket spitting crowd. I just bought what tasted good and what I could afford.
Pouring out two glasses of wine, I took the glasses and the plated eclairs over to the table in two trips to avoid any unfortunate incidences. A trick I picked up while working as a server in high school. I always liked being around food. Even if I wasn't the one making it. I was tempted to lay out silverware too, but decided it would be overkill.
“Do you think I could stay the night?” Noah asked out of nowhere as we had our eclairs and wine.
“Um, okay,” I said, a bit confused.
He had never actually asked to stay over before he just did, the last two times at least, and apparently not that long always being gone when I woke up.
