Typically, dirty talk is a turn off for me, but when it comes from Noah Kneland there is nothing I want more. Now, pair it with the finger inside me and I’m overwhelmed with sensation and already too close to finishing.
“More,” I demand, hoping he will finally take his cock and bring this all home.
He blatantly ignores me and continues working his tongue and fingers, curling them to hit the right spot, making it impossible for me to sit still.
“Relax, Olivia. Let it go. I can feel how close you are,” he says, changing his tone from a demand to almost a plea.
Is Noah losing control too?
He pinches my nipple one last time and does that thing with his tongue, completely sending me over the edge. I lift my hips with one hand in his hair, and cling on for what feels like dear life as he feasts through my first orgasm and begins working for the second without even giving me a second to breathe or letting me take care of him.
Thankfully, he leans up onto his knees a moment later, sliding his boxers down. He gently slides his cock into my soaked pussy and begins thrusting back and forth.
“God, Ollie, you feel so good. This is never going to last, as long as you deserve,” he pants, stopping right outside my entrance, obviously not using his full length.
“More. Noah, I need more,” I plea, closing my eyes, and on the brink of my second orgasm.
“Open your eyes, I want to see your face when you come on my dick,” he demands as he thrusts deep inside of me, this time giving me everything I want. Simultaneously, he swipes this thumb over my clit in a torturous circular motion sending me over the edge. I feel him fall over the cliff with me and I reach up and clamp my hand over his mouth to keep his roar as muffled as possible.
He lands next to me as we catch our breaths, and I feel like I have to say something. Having sex with Noah was not on my bingo card for this holiday season, let alone having the best sex of my life.
But what do you say to your ex who you just had mind blowing sex with after not seeing them for ten years? Thanks? Congratulations on being one of maybe five men in the world who actually know where the clit is? No. Nothing. There is literally nothing I can say aside from “that was amazing” and that seems too awkward itself.
So, instead I lie in silence for what feels like an eternity.
“Come on, Ollie, let’s get cleaned up before we actually go to sleep,” Noah says slowly climbing out of the bed. But at this point I’m too tired to move, so I grab ahold of his arms and beckon him to stay in bed.
“No, I'm too tired to shower now,” I say, closing my eyes and nestling into the bed.
“You have to, otherwise you’ll be complaining in the morning about how everything smells like sex. And do you really want to go help your dad and brothers smelling like me?” he asks in a snarky tone, knowing damn well that will get me out of bed faster than a bolt of lightning.
There is not a chance in hell I’m showing up at the farm and having to field that conversation with my father and older brothers, cause we all know Carter is never going to let it go.
After cleaning up I roll literally roll, back into the bed toward the wall and snuggle under the big comforter when Noah slides in next to me wrapping me in his arms for warmth. But secretly I think he also isn’t quite ready to let this night end, yet.
???
The eight a.m. alarm is entirely too early this morning, so I begrudgingly turn it off and roll over to slide off the bed. My head is pounding. I really shouldn’t have had that final drink last night. I feel the hand resting on my hip as I roll over and instantly recall everything from the last four hours. The endless kisses, the laughs, and the amazing night of sleep.
Gosh, what the heck was I thinking, sleeping with him? Easily the best sex I’ve had in the last ten years but under no circumstances can it happen again. I only have four more days in Fisher Creek and I won’t see him again after that.
Out of all the talking we did last night, I don’t even know what his life looks like now. Did I even ask him where he is going next? I really don’t think I did. I spent the entire time talking about my life, my favorite parts of Milwaukee, my friends, and everything important to me. I never even thought to ask about him or his life. What type of friend does that make me? Obviously not a good one. Is he going back overseas? Is he stateside now? Where is he stationed if he is stateside?
I shove my inner monologue aside because even if I want to continue this and see where things go, there is no way we can work, not after everything that has happened. I pause as the spins start to take over the room, and suddenly putting jeans on feels like an impossible task as my head rides the tilt-a-whorl around the room.
I look up and see Noah watching me, indicating I wasn’t as stealthy in my escape as I thought and woke him up. The smirk on his face tells me he is finding my struggle amusing.
“Lose your balance, Ollie? I know the sex was good but I didn’t think your legs would still be shaking,” he says.
“The room is spinning, asshole,” I bite back and finally get my jeans the rest of the way on.
“Serves you right for trying to leave without saying goodbye. How do you plan to get home? I drove us, remember?” he says as he jingles the keys on the nightstand.
“Fuck” I mutter under my breath. I really am off my game. How could I forget that he drove last night?
Chapter 10
Noah
