This man I didn’t know, who I’d probably never see again, made me want things I shouldn’t want.And I didn’t care that I shouldn’t want them. All I cared about at that moment was getting his cock into my mouth.
He was more than shocked when I flipped him off my lap and laid him down on the bench seat. Flattening my tongue, I licked him in one broad stroke. “Oh God,” he muttered, his legs flexing under my fingertips. “More. All of it. Now,” he demanded.
Eating up his commanding nature,I took his full length into my mouth, gagging myself as he hit the back of my throat. Either he didn’t hear me gag or he didn’t care, because he kept fucking my mouth as if nothing else mattered. And in those few moments, nothing did. He’d given me a pleasure I hadn’t had in so long and based on the way he was moving with me, I could tell it had been a while for him too.
When I cupped his balls,I felt them tighten and knew he was close. “Chase…” He huffed my name through his breathless need. “Fucking hell. I’m… oh God… I’m coming.”
Pulling away at the last second, I watched as his orgasm painted white hot ropes against his tanned skin. In a sexy-as-fuck move, he folded his arms under his head and peered down at me. “That was fucking amazing.”
Through my soft laughter, I said, “Youweren’t so bad yourself.”
Mesmerized by his body, I watched as he pulled his undershirt out of the pile of clothes. His stomach muscles rippled as he cleaned himself up. Not wanting to be caught staring at him, I took the opportunity to sit up and take care of the condom.
My phone buzzed on the floor of the limo, breaking what would have definitely become an awkward silence. It was my brother,asking when I’d be home. Not about to tell Noah anything about my personal life, I simply said, “Listen, I need to go.”
What looked a lot like rejection washed over his face before it was quickly replaced by a hint of anger. “Yeah, sure.”
In silence, we dressed, bumping into each other a few times in the tight space. With my hand hovering above the door handle, I looked over at Noah, unsureof what to say. Stupidly, I went with, “Thank you.”
He laughed, a full, loud chuckle. “Sure thing, Chase.”
As I walked away from the limo, I was certain I would never see Noah ever again.
It was well after three by the time I got home. After checking on Ben real quick, I crawled into my bed. When my head hit the pillow, the entire night raced through my brain onsome strange fast-but-slow instant replay. It was as if my life was flashing before my eyes and I wanted to savor the best moments.
I couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at my lips thinking about the joking banter Noah and I tossed at each other, so effortless, so easy. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed. Other than some weird noises of disbelief that might have sounded likelaughter when Gavin told me he was taking me to a strip club for a job interview, I hadn’t laughed since before my parents died.
The laughter felt almost as good as the sex.
Almost.
Closing my eyes, I saw the inside of the limo, felt the smooth leather seats as I clenched my scratchy bed sheets. When I inhaled, I smelled his masculine, woodsy scent mixed with the smell of sex and the lingeringremnants of my shower. But when I opened my eyes, my room was all that was in front of me, in all its dingy, messy glory. The walls had stains on them no amount of paint could cover. If brown had a smell, this would be it.
And that’s when it hit me. Noah, this man I was just with, who I was already thinking about being with again, he was way out of my league.
Not only did he seem older, moremature, and more established, he clearly had something I’d never have.
Money.
And just like that, whatever feelings making me smile, faded away. Somehow, some way, I was going to have to figure a way out of this. Now simply wasn’t the time. The exhaustion I felt earlier only amplified the longer I lay in bed.
I forgot how tiring sex can be,I thought to myself, letting go of a small bubbleof laughter. Hell, it had only been like forever since the last time. And even that couldn’t compare to what had just happened.
Letting go of all the thoughts warring with each other in my brain—worries about money and whether or not I would do the right thing by Ben, concerns about getting another job simply to get ahead of the eight ball—they all flew out the window as soon as I decided tolet them go and just rest.
The morning would still come, and with it, so would all the responsibilities. So, for now, I let the images of Noah and his hard body moving in sync with mine flood my senses. Because who knew the next time something like that was going to happen.
