He once picked up another player on the rival soccer team after we won the state championship game. He never lets anyone suffer or drown in their feelings alone.
Yet, here, talking about Jarred, his shoulders sunk, his head pointed toward the floor, and when he finally looks at me his eyes began to water. He’s put in a lot of work to get to the point where he can talk about what happened so I have to return him the same kindness that he has given everyone over the years.
Trying to find the best way to take Noah by surprise but also make him laugh is not going to be an easy task. We’re in an empty house, aside from a tin of paint. Taking in my surroundings, I realize I have a total of two options, either kiss Noah or splash him with the white paint on the floor.
There is a part of me deep down that wants nothing more than to reach up, and bring his soft lips to mine once again but I settle on the latter. I have one opportunity to do this, to get the paint and Noah without ruining the floor. I’ve always been incredibly clumsy so I need to time it perfectly. I need to be quick but swift, like a shadow.
Easy. Pull him close, use our connection as a distraction as we slide over toward the plastic, and as I pull my head away from his chest, leaving one arm on his forearm, I sweep my free hand into the tin of paint and quickly place a handprint on the side of Noah’s face.
He gasps.
Audibly.
I know immediately I’ve made the right choice. His jaw is left hanging open from the shock but quickly turns into a devious smirk as he proceeds to splatter me back. Thankfully, I'm wearing my old worn out travel pants, so being covered in paint is not a problem.
Without even thinking I lean up and kiss Noah hard as if the world is ending and this is the last kiss I’ll ever have. His lips are soft and welcoming, but I can also feel his initial shock. I want to run my hands all over his body but settle for placing one on his chest, the other grabbing the bottom of his shirt.
He kisses me back, full of desire and need, placing one hand on the small of my back, and the other firmly on my ass, pulling me closer and kissing me deeper. His hand moves so they are both under me and lifting me to his chest. I wrap my legs around him, laughing as he places a kiss at the nape of my neck as we walk across the room toward the wall and the big windows overlooking the backyard. This man is good at multitasking and knows all the right spots.
By the time he puts me down, I can't handle it anymore. I need more. More of Noah and his body. I'm pulling at the bottom of his shirt wanting it off. Now.
His smirk turns devilish as he tears the shirt off over his head and starts at mine. My sweatshirt is off in a matter of seconds, exposing my burgundy lace bralette above my high-waisted yoga pants. I reach for his belt and jeans, wondering why this man never wears comfy clothes.
We have hooked up twice since I’ve been home and I still haven’t taken a moment to really look at his beautiful dick. Spinning so his back is to the wall, I drop to my knees, slowly gripping his dick at its base, taking it all in. He leans against the wall, head back, with one hand in my hair and the other on the top of his head. I smirk knowing he has completely lost control and I’m going to fully unravel him.
“Fuck, Ollie,” he bites out with a bit of a moan. “You haven’t even started yet and I can feel the tension building.”
Without saying a word, I slide his dick into my mouth, swirling my tongue across it, looking up as I take every inch.
“You look amazing with your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock,” he says, regaining control and taking command of the moment.
Releasing him I smirk and say, “I want you to fuck my mouth until I choke…”
Before I can finish that sentence, he slams his hips forward as deep as he can go, and I feel the build-up in his body, his muscles tensing from pleasure and he begins to reach climax. Right when I think he’s about to let it all go and let me get a full taste of him, he pulls out entirely, drops in front of me and pushes me onto my back.
“I’m not finishing until you are good and satisfied, baby,” he says, planting a kiss on my neck and sliding his hands to the band of my pants, sliding them down over my ass and throwing them across the room.
He looks down at my pussy with a deep hunger in his eyes.
“I bet you’re already wet for me,” he says as he slides between my knees pressing his finger against my clit. I shake my head yes in reply waiting for his next moves but the pressure of his finger has me already writhing my hips.
“I knew you would be.”
Noah slides his tongue up my slit and sucks on my clit in a way I didn’t know was possible. This perfect pattern of licking and sucking that keeps me on the edge of wanting more. He curls his finger inside me to find the exact spot to send me into oblivion but he only keeps it there for a minute, giving me the pleasure I so desperately want, but taking it away an instant later.
“I swear to God, if you do not fuck me right now. I am going to walk to my car, get my vibrator, and show you how it’s done myself,” I growl, after the fifth time.
He just chuckles, coming up for air, and smirking at me.
“That sounds like a fun time, but I want to feel you come around my cock, so you’re staying right where you are.”
Stubborn as a mule and determined to no longer wait another second I start to prop myself up to leave when I am met with large hands and broad shoulders pushing me back down, tearing my arms out from under me. My hands are slid from my sides up over my head and held in place. His big brooding chest is above mine, staring down at me.
“I told you to stay where you are.” My entire body quivers at his new dominating tone. It’s hot. I have never seen Noah be so stern and in charge and it makes me wonder what would happen if I disobey him again.
Not moving his hands from my wrists, he slides my knees wider and uses his free hand to bend one up onto his shoulder before sliding his dick against my entrance. I audibly whimper in anticipation, need, desire.
I fucking whimper but before I have the time to think too much about it, he plows into me.
