And the date was great.
We went to the movies and hid out in the back row, making out like teenagers, kissing quietly and ignoring the on-screen laser blasts, flying superheroes, and major explosions. Then, just as we were leaving, someone rear-ended Noah’s SUV, and the mood was ruined while we waited for the cops.
“I want your insurance information!” the woman yells, pounding on Noah’s window. “Do you know who I am?”
“Ma’am, you hit me,” Noah says calmly as I check to see that the doors on the SUV are locked. This woman’s batshit and one breath away from that ‘let me speak to your manager’ type of entitled. “Please return to your car.”
“You don’t tell me what to do!” the woman orders.
Thankfully, a security guard showed up a minute later, and the cops soon after that. But the mood was ruined.
Then, we tried staying in the next night . . . only to have Raffy turn into Ralf-y when something he ate disagreed with his tummy. By the time we cleaned up the huge puddle of puppy puke, neither of us was feeling particularly sexy. Thankfully, Raffy felt fine later, and the vet said he’d probably just scarfed up something that didn’t agree with him.
Last night, we didn’t even get that far when Noah had to cancel, saying that Lady Elisa had called him while he was on the way to pick me up. There was some sort of emergency at Life Corp with BlindDate. He didn’t get back to his place until midnight, even though all he could do was watch a bunch of systems administrators reboot and fight off an incursion from a bunch of hackers or something. Luckily, it worked, and the app is fine. Better than fine with its new security.
But Noah and I are balancing precariously on the edge. Our texts are steamy again, but they’re no substitute for the real thing. And while he’s naturally risk-averse and I’m image-conscious, I’m about ready to say screw it all and meet him for a quickie in the car on his lunch break.
And that’s a bad idea. A really bad one in the day and age of security cameras, phone recordings, and viral videos.
Which is why I’ve decided to be the captain of my own destiny and carpe the hell out of this diem by taking control of tonight’s plans.
I look around my apartment, making sure everything’s good. Raffy’s staying the night with Loretta, who’s giving him the full spa treatment and keeping him overnight in full puppy luxury.
In a total sign of our friendship, she didn’t ask why Raffy needed another sleepover so soon, though I’m sure she expects an explanation at some point.
There’s a knock at the door, and I give my fisheye a quick glance to see Noah looking sexy as hell in a dark suit, his hair slicked and his shirt partially open. He looks delicious, suave, and powerful, and I know I’m doing the right thing as I unlock the door and open it, keeping myself behind the door.
“I came straight from work,” he says, and I know he’s ready for tonight too. Even if he doesn’t know what I have planned.
“Come in,” I tell him, smiling from around the door. “How was your day?”
“Now? Much, much better,” Noah says, his eyebrow lifting. “Why are you behind the door?”
“Because of this,” I tell him, pushing my door closed and locking it. “You like?”
Noah’s jaw drops as he sees me, and a little thrill rushes through my veins. Normally, I carefully curate what I wear, both on my social media feeds and in public, so as to not be ‘too sexy’. I’ll wear a tank top, but not something with more cleavage than the Grand Canyon. I’ll wear shorts, but my cheeks are always fully under wraps.
Not tonight.
Tonight, I greet Noah in nothing but a see-through black bra and the naughtiest panties I own, which admittedly were given to me by a manufacturer who wanted me to post something with them. Never in a million years would I do that, though I suppose I could do a review on them.
They do feel amazing, and watching Noah’s reaction is even better.
“Riley, I . . .”
“I don’t want dinner,” I tell him evenly, reaching out and wrapping my fingers through his lapels. “I don’t want wine or cheesecake or a movie or any of that. We’ve been patient. So patient,” I moan.
Noah regains his footing, and his lips twist in a knowing smirk. Confident, cocky, arrogant—I don’t know which it is, and I don’t care. Not now, when we’re way past that. “And now, Sunshine?”
“I want you to pick me up, carry me to the couch, and fuck me all night long.”
I’ve never been so bold in my desire, so hungry for what I want. It feels naughty to use those words, say those things so plainly and demandingly, but I want Noah that much, and as he wraps his arms around me, lifting me into the air, I can see the same hunger in his eyes.
“Are we going to be . . . interrupted?” he asks, his hands cupping my ass as he carries me to the couch. “At least, Raffy-wise?”
“No . . . he’s on a visit,” I assure him. “Phone’s off, computer’s off. Nothing will interrupt us.”
Noah sets me down, letting me slowly slide down his body, and then he sits on the couch in front of me. He takes his phone out, pointedly turning it off and laying it on the table and then pulling his jacket off, tossing it to the chair in the corner.
He looks up at me, and I have never felt sexier—standing over him in barely-there lingerie as I see the effect I’m already having on him. He’s hard as a rock in his pants, and I need it.
“Fuck, I was an idiot back in the day,” Noah says softly, his fingertips dancing up the skin of my leg, drawing goosebumps in their wake. “I never knew.”
“And now you do,” I assure him, climbing into his lap. “Now, we both know.”
Feeling my weight on him, his fingers go tight on my thighs, spreading them wider so he can pull me against him. He grinds his thick ridge along my seam, drawing moans from us both.
As though that let some slight amount of pressure off, Noah goes tender again. “You . . . are beautiful,” he whispers, trailing a finger up my arm and making me shiver. He traces over my collarbone before following the strap of my bra down to my left breast, circling my stiffening nipple.
He leans forward, sucking me through the thin fabric, and I feel my core clench in time to his ministrations. He must feel the pulses too because he firmly pulls me down on his hardness again.
Our eyes meet, saying so much. About the past, this moment, and what the future may hold. Neither of us knows that for sure, and we certainly can’t control it. But what we can do is fully enjoy the present.
“Use me,” Noah demands, unbuttoning his shirt. “No shields, no fronts, no guard. Just you and me. Noah and Riley. I want you. So use me. Take me, however you want. I’m yours, Sunshine.”
My heart races, my core pulsing with want at his words.
He just gave me an offer I can’t refuse.
I can only oblige.
“Thank you,” I finally answer, pushing him back into the corner of the sofa and tugging to help get his shirt off, exposing his hard chest to me. “I need you, Noah.”
From the bulge I feel between his legs, he needs this too. Noah wraps his arms around me, his hands finding my hips and digging his fingers into the soft curves of my ass. It’s like lighting a fuse, and within seconds, I’m grinding against him, my arousal soaking into the soft fabric between us as our lips press together almost painfully. I can’t get enough of him. I need him more than air.
I need . . . more.
I must say it out loud because he responds.
“What . . . what about protection?” Noah grunts out between our kisses. I slide back and off his lap, my gaze filled with lust as I get on my knees to start pulling at his belt. I want to see him, touch him, and taste him.
“I’m clean, on birth control,” I tell him. “You?”
“Clean . . . no birth control,” Noah jokes, but he’s pushing his pants down so roughly that I’m afraid he’s going to pop a seam. Somehow, he manages, and what springs forth is . . . amazing.
I stare at his perfe
ct cock. Unconsciously, my mouth waters, and my nipples ache in my bra. It’s exactly what I need, and I push him back, taking him in my hand. He’s so warm, steel wrapped in silken velvet, and I stroke him almost reverently as I look up into his face.
“We’re going to have to take it slow.”
“If you keep touching me, it’s going to be over fast,” he warns. “I’ve been waiting for this. For you.”
“We both have,” I agree, climbing up from between his legs. I drop my panties to the floor, stepping out of them, and then drop my bra before straddling him again.
Noah’s hands come to my waist, supporting me as I reach between his legs and notch him at my entrance. Planting my hands on the back of the couch, I let myself relax, feeling him stretch me.
“Big. Long time,” I pant as I feel him push into me. “Damn, Noah.”
“If you need to, we can—” Noah says, but I relax my thighs more, sinking onto him and taking away both of our voices as I slowly take him inside me in one long stroke that has my eyelids fluttering and my head falling back. “Riley . . . fuck.”
I’ve never been this full before. All I know is pleasure as he completes me, my body electrified and my nerves singing in joy as more and more of him stretches me open. Finally, I can feel his thighs press against my ass, and I realize I’ve taken all of him.
Honestly, I feel like I just accomplished something. Completing a marathon? Pshaw. I just took Noah Daniels’s dick. For his part, Noah looks like he’s in heaven too, and he lets go of my waist to cup my breasts. “You,” he says as he runs his hands over my soft mounds, teasing my nipples, “are amazing.”
He makes me feel beautiful and powerful, and yes, amazing.
I begin rolling my hips, slowly at first to stretch my body out so I can get used to the size of him inside me. I have to breathe deeply, pleasure and fullness and the overwhelming headiness of this entire experience threatening to send me flying apart too soon.
My core clenches in mini spasms, getting me closer and closer to the edge of no return. And then my whole body begins to tremble with the impending climax.
“So sexy,” Noah growls against my skin, his lips replacing his hands on my nipples.
I pick up the pace, planting my hands on his shoulders. I try to look down into his hair, gripping him as unspeakable sensation assaults me. Coming? No. This is more, and I can feel him fighting himself to let me stay in control. “Noah . . . you feel so good,” I pant, squeezing his body.
“Fucking love your pussy,” he moans around my nipple. The dirty talk fuels me, and I speed up, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I rush to the edge of shattering.
“Harder! Please. Fuck me, Noah!”
It’s as though I’ve given him permission to unleash himself, or at least his tight hold on his control. And unrestrained Noah is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt.
Noah wraps his arms around my lower back, locking me in place against him, and then his hips lift to meet mine with powerful strokes. The hard slaps of our bodies and the thrust of his cock inside me are explosive, and my core quivers. I cry out, clamping tightly around him. I’m swept away as I come, screaming his name and gushing all over his hardness, my body jerking and shaking as Noah holds me securely in his arms.
“I’ve got you . . . I’ve got you,” he promises, but as I come back, I realize something. He hasn’t come . . . yet.
“Noah?” I ask, and Noah grins devilishly.
Noah doesn’t say anything, just lifts me in his arms and turns me around. I grab the couch and get on my knees, my pussy open and exposed as Noah gets behind me.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he runs a gentle hand down my spine, looking at me spread sexily before him. “I could get used to this.”
His thrust is powerful, jolting up my spine as he grabs my hips and fills me again, both of us crying out.
Did I ask for harder moments ago?
I had no idea what I was asking for . . . and I love it. He’s not showing me any mercy, and I want it this hard, this deep.
I feel like I’m having an out of body experience, like our jagged-breathed oxygen deprivation—or maybe it’s hyperventilation?—is making me hallucinate. I feel Noah in my soul, not just my body.
All I can do is hold on to the couch and push back so he doesn’t bury me in the plush couch cushions. I grunt with every thrust, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes because it feels so good to bounce back and forth on his cock.
A sharp jolt rocks me, the sting of Noah’s palm on my ass cheek surprising me. But my pussy squeezes tight in response, and Noah has to fight his way in and out of me, my muscles in a state of near lockdown.
“Riley . . . I . . .”
Suddenly, ecstasy blooms, and my whole body blows wide open. I am nothing but pleasure personified. “Yes!” I cry out, and Noah bottoms out deep inside me.
Noah swells, impossibly harder, and growls, “I’m gonna come.”
“Fill me up, Noah,” I beg.
A deep, sexy sound of utter release passes through his gritted teeth, and I feel him fill me, hot jets of his cum sending me crashing through another barrier and into another orgasm.
The world grays out, and it’s okay . . . I have Noah.
I know it.
And he has me.
When sensation comes back, I’m curled in his lap, his arms around me and his hand stroking my hair. I rub my cheek against his chest, sighing happily.
“I never expected this side of you,” Noah murmurs. “Are you okay?”
He sounds a little unsure, not about me or us but about what we did. Or more like how we did it. I’m not usually that . . . whatever that was . . . in bed. But it felt good. It felt right.
Licking my lips, I nod slowly. “Better than okay. I guess even Riley Sunshine has a naughty side.”
“Mmm,” Noah says with his lips pressed to my temple, “and I have a soft side too. Guess we’re both going to learn some new things, aren’t we?”
“Learning is how we grow,” I whisper.
“Who said that?” Noah asks.
“I did. A Riley Sunshine original,” I say with a smile even though he can’t see it with my head on his chest.
I feel his chin pass over my head as he shakes his head. “No, a Riley Watson original.”
Chapter 15
Noah
In my dream, I’m in heaven. Or paradise. Lying on a fluffy cloud, I’ve got a beautiful angel in my arms, her head cradled on my chest and a leg thrown over my body. In my dream, she cups my cock, holding my family jewels like they’re precious commodities.
I adjust myself, and my angel moves with me, her body turning with mine as we start to cuddle. We’re not making love, not yet . . . but we will.
I smile, inhaling the soft natural scent of her hair as it tickles under my nose and—
“Noah! What . . . the . . . fuck!?!?!”
I blink, trying to pull myself out of my dream. My sister’s here, staring at me . . . what the fuck? Did I drink too much last night or something? I’ve never dreamed about—
“Will you please cover up?”
A yapping sound pulls me the rest of the way out of sleep, and I realize two things at the same time.
One, my dream was pretty much reality. Riley is in my arms, and from the warm spots on my skin, I’d say she was lying on me exactly like I thought she was. Even my cock and balls are warm from her hand . . . which leads me to the second thing.
We’re buck-ass naked.
In Riley’s bed.
On top of the sheet.
With Arielle looking at us.
By her heels, Raffy’s barking his little fluffy ass off, and Riley sits up, blinking for a moment before reality hits her too, and she snatches the rumpled-up blanket to cover herself. “Arielle! What the hell are you doing here? And why do you have Raffy?”
Arielle spins on a heel, giving us her back a few seconds too late, and I realize that Riley’s movement just took the last stitch covering
my body, including my rapidly wilting morning wood. I cup myself since that’s the only cover I can find with Riley stealing the blanket.
Rolling to my side, I look for clothing, but there’s nothing there.
Arielle asks over her shoulder, “Raffy is your concern in this moment?”
Actually, he seems fine, sitting by Arielle’s feet and watching Riley with rapt attention. And maybe a little confusion at being replaced in his momma’s bed.
“If you must know, Loretta called me because she couldn’t get ahold of you. She had an emergency client this morning,” Arielle explains.
Riley gets up, grabbing a robe from somewhere and throwing me the blanket.
“An emergency grooming?” I ask, accepting Riley’s peace offering for leaving me high and dry when Arielle walked in. Or worse, really . . . hard and naked.
Arielle doesn’t dignify my question with a response. “I’m going to wait in the living room now that I know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere,” she tells Riley.
“Probably shouldn’t sit on the couch,” I suggest, and Riley swats at my shoulder, shushing me.
“Not helping.”
Arielle makes a sound of disgust and disappears down the hallway. Riley finishes tying her robe and holds her palm out to me. “Stay here for a minute. Let me handle this. I can fix this.” And then she’s gone too, closing the door behind her.
At least Raffy followed Riley out. I don’t want to stand up naked around that dog. I’ve seen how quickly he can move when he sees a treat, and I do not want him mistaking my sausage for one of his. And this blanket is not going to be an easy fix for my nudity. I consider checking Riley’s closet for something else to wear, but her clothes would definitely be too small, and if there are any men’s clothes in there, I do not want to know.
“Too bad I never did toga parties in college,” I tell myself before laughing. It’s a harsh laugh, the kind of laugh someone who’s losing it might make. But considering I just had my baby sister catch me butt-naked in bed with her best friend, I’d say it’s not all that fucking unexpected.
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