And I'll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind
And I'll use you as focal point
So I don’t lose sight of what I want
And I've moved further than I thought I could
But I miss you more than I thought I would
Oh I'll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind
Amber Run~I found
Chapter Sixteen
Noah
He grabs my arm and I jump, I didn’t hear him come out the door, my mind fixated on what I would say or do.
Sex had always come easy for me. Flirt a little, bite my lip, bat my lashes and offer a good time.
Noah was different though. I didn’t want meaningless no frills sex. I wanted passion and that same intensity that has been present since the moment we met. I need that heat to ignite us both.
I say nothing when his hand slips behind my neck, fisting his fingers in my hair and slams his mouth to mine in one furious, aggressive kiss that no other kiss will ever compare to. He is everywhere at once, and he tastes so good, so God damned good. I can't breathe and I don’t care.
He bites my lip and pulls back slowly, not removing his hand from my hair or the one that is on my butt. We are still close, both of us breathing heavy. “I didn’t know…” He says and is back to kissing me, though not as rough, but oh so much deeper.
“Know what?” I manage to ask, his lips still assailing me. I cant keep my fingers from his hair, I am pulling it as hard as he is mine. There have been nights since I gave up on sex and dating, nights where need was so fierce that I couldn’t sleep without masturbating to curb the desire enough to rest. This wasn’t need however. This was something I have never felt in my life. All I could think about was how he would feel slipping inside of me, how he would look above me. It was painful having him kissing me, hoping he had been feeling what I have been feeling.
“I didn’t know you felt that. I’m so sorry baby. I am so sorry…” He keeps saying it, like a mantra on my lips while my heart beats a staccato rhythm all its own.
“Ohmigod, Noah don’t stop.” I cry as he bites below my ear. He is rough in all the right ways and I want so bad to come with him, feel him come for me, for wanting and needing me as much. My brain is on a loop of lust and need and if I was smart I would stop and tell him to leave. He was everything that would ruin me and nothing inside of me had the strength to turn him away.
“Don’t make me stop Bright. Please, fuck I need inside you.” His voice was a tender rasp against my skin, vibrating to the very core of me.
“Come with me.” I say and step back from him, my stomach flipping in excitement when he growled low in his throat when I stepped back. “My apartment is above the Brew.” I say in way of telling him we were not stopping, but speeding careless and reckless into what could equally be my biggest regret or my greatest win.
We went to the stairs we were making out under moments before and he took me by the arm, spinning me until I was behind him. “Come on baby.” He said and smacked the side of my ass. I jumped on his back and giggled in his ear as he took two stairs at a time.
The key in the lock was the sound of everything changing. Once inside, he leaned forward and a simple shift I was now holding on to his front, my legs around him where everything was situated perfectly and for the first time in four years I felt that thick ridge of a cock beneath denim and my skin went to goose flesh instantly.
He spun, placing my back against the wall, his hips pressing hard and firm against me to hold me up while he worked on stripping me from my tank top. He used one hand to start working at my jeans and the other to slip the cup of my bra down so he could feast on my breast.
My fingers curl at the hair on the nape of his neck and I arch back because he feels so good.
“Fuck, you are the sexiest thing Bright.” He says and is now using both hands to get my pants fully undone. My hands are working on his belt to get him free to my eyes, stopping dead when I first feel the metal, looking down to see silver balls aligning his dick.
"Holy shit…” I say and drop my legs from around his waist to get a closer look. “What are these called?” I ask and use my finger to slide over the shiny metal. Three rows with two balls each are on the shaft like a ladder and through the head is a ring right through the damn tip with a large ball on one end and a smaller one on the other. I don’t know if they hurt or what so I barely touch them.
“They don’t hurt Bright.” He says with a chuckle and flips the ring side to side, then tugs on the large ball at the end. I cringe at first assuming it has to hurt. He takes my hand in his and covers mine over his cock, then he moves my hand up and down. “That you feel on the shaft, that bump, bump, bump? That’s the Jacobs ladder. ./’[0t6. The bar sits just below the skin and the piercing itself comes out both ends and you screw the balls on.” He groans when he squeezes his hand tighter around his dick as I continue to stroke him. “The one on the top here…” He removes our hands from the shaft and pulls at the ring. “This is anampallang. It goes sideways through the top here.” He pulls me in until he is at my ear. “It’ll hit your G-spot in the best way." He whispers with the most sinister intent and I cream. "It'll feel fucking amazing when I push in and out of you.”
"Amazing for you or amazing for me?" I ask and he groans as I pull on him slowly.
"Honestly it does nothing for me one way or another, it's all about the woman." He laughs and smiles that boyish smile that gives me chills every time. "I did it in the name of mind blowing orgasms."
