His fingers trail upward, finding the waistband of my pajama pants. I don’t stop him as he slips beneath the material, his calloused hand sliding against my skin. He finds my clit with ease and begins to rub it gently, his cock still grinding into my ass.
He moans into me, his voice tickling my skin, as his fingers dip lower and coat him with my arousal. “Goddamn,” he rasps, just before pushing a finger into me. “Look at you.”
I suck in a sharp breath as he holds me, thumbing my clit and curling his fingers upward. “Ohfuck,” I breathe out, arching against him. He keeps pressing into me, his scent and warmth everywhere.
I shouldn’t let him do this. Then again, maybe I should.
Fuck it.
He picks up his pace, and I roll into him, sweat dampening my skin beneath my sweats. I reach behind me and jerk at the top of his sweatpants.
But Noah doesn’t let me drop them, his arm muscles taught and locked in place. “I need you to come on my fingers,” he growls into me. “I want to feel you soak my hand.”
His words send me into blind want, and I whimper as my eyes squeeze shut, the sensation heightening in the darkness. I rock against him, and he finds rhythm with me until my whimpers turn to ragged breaths.
I explode on him.
My pussy clenches around his hand, and he lets out a satisfied grunt. Before I even come down from the high, my hand is pressing against his waistband again, trying to set his cock free.
I want more than his fingers.
But he stiffens against me for a beat. And then retreats entirely.
No. No, please.
“Noah,” I exasperate, reaching for him as he rolls onto his back and then flips the covers back. The desperation for his heat is almost unbearable. I grab for his arm, but he jerks away. “Noah!”
“We need to get moving,” he deadpans, not even looking at me. He runs the same hand that was inside of me over his face, and then shakes his head. “We need to get farther away from the shitshow.”
“Okay…” I mean, I don’t disagree, but… “It’s eleven, Noah.”
“All the more reason to go.” He picks up his bag and sets it on the end of the bed.
“There’s bound to be more cops at this time of night… I feel like we’re less likely to stand out if we move during the day.”
“There are more people out during the day.”
“Okay, but…”
“But nothing,” he snaps at me, finally meeting my gaze. His eyes are ice cold, with not a flicker of softness. “Get up. Get dressed. Let’s go.”
I cock a brow at him. “Wow, I had no idea you were so…bossy.”
“Ha,” he snorts sardonically. “You really have no idea.” His tone sends a chill down my spine.
This is a new side of you.I flip the covers open and ease upward, my pussy still aching for more of his touch despite his shitty tone.
I make a beeline for the bathroom, glancing over at him as my hand connects with the bathroom lever. Noah’s hands are on his face, his head pressing against their heels.
Part of me wants to go to him, embrace him, and offer to hold him.
But the other part is terrified of what he might do if I did.
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NOAH
I can’t want her.I slide my injured arm carefully into the sleeve of the hoodie, gritting through the burning sensation shooting up and into my shoulder.
