“Because of this,” I tell him, pushing my door closed and locking it. “You like?”
Noah’s jaw drops as he sees me, and a little thrill rushes through my veins. Normally, I carefully curate what I wear, both on my social media feeds and in public, so as to not be ‘too sexy’. I’ll wear a tank top, but not something with more cleavage than the Grand Canyon. I’ll wear shorts, but my cheeks are always fully under wraps.
Not tonight.
Tonight, I greet Noah in nothing but a see-through black bra and the naughtiest panties I own, which admittedly were given to me by a manufacturer who wanted me to post something with them. Never in a million years would I do that, though I suppose I could do a review on them.
They do feel amazing, and watching Noah’s reaction is even better.
“Riley, I . . .”
“I don’t want dinner,” I tell him evenly, reaching out and wrapping my fingers through his lapels. “I don’t want wine or cheesecake or a movie or any of that. We’ve been patient. So patient,” I moan.
Noah regains his footing, and his lips twist in a knowing smirk. Confident, cocky, arrogant—I don’t know which it is, and I don’t care. Not now, when we’re way past that. “And now, Sunshine?”
“I want you to pick me up, carry me to the couch, and fuck me all night long.”
I’ve never been so bold in my desire, so hungry for what I want. It feels naughty to use those words, say those things so plainly and demandingly, but I want Noah that much, and as he wraps his arms around me, lifting me into the air, I can see the same hunger in his eyes.
“Are we going to be . . . interrupted?” he asks, his hands cupping my ass as he carries me to the couch. “At least, Raffy-wise?”
“No . . . he’s on a visit,” I assure him. “Phone’s off, computer’s off. Nothing will interrupt us.”
Noah sets me down, letting me slowly slide down his body, and then he sits on the couch in front of me. He takes his phone out, pointedly turning it off and laying it on the table and then pulling his jacket off, tossing it to the chair in the corner.
He looks up at me, and I have never felt sexier—standing over him in barely-there lingerie as I see the effect I’m already having on him. He’s hard as a rock in his pants, and I need it.
“Fuck, I was an idiot back in the day,” Noah says softly, his fingertips dancing up the skin of my leg, drawing goosebumps in their wake. “I never knew.”
“And now you do,” I assure him, climbing into his lap. “Now, we both know.”
Feeling my weight on him, his fingers go tight on my thighs, spreading them wider so he can pull me against him. He grinds his thick ridge along my seam, drawing moans from us both.
As though that let some slight amount of pressure off, Noah goes tender again. “You . . . are beautiful,” he whispers, trailing a finger up my arm and making me shiver. He traces over my collarbone before following the strap of my bra down to my left breast, circling my stiffening nipple.
He leans forward, sucking me through the thin fabric, and I feel my core clench in time to his ministrations. He must feel the pulses too because he firmly pulls me down on his hardness again.
Our eyes meet, saying so much. About the past, this moment, and what the future may hold. Neither of us knows that for sure, and we certainly can’t control it. But what we can do is fully enjoy the present.
“Use me,” Noah demands, unbuttoning his shirt. “No shields, no fronts, no guard. Just you and me. Noah and Riley. I want you. So use me. Take me, however you want. I’m yours, Sunshine.”
My heart races, my core pulsing with want at his words.
He just gave me an offer I can’t refuse.
I can only oblige.
“Thank you,” I finally answer, pushing him back into the corner of the sofa and tugging to help get his shirt off, exposing his hard chest to me. “I need you, Noah.”
From the bulge I feel between his legs, he needs this too. Noah wraps his arms around me, his hands finding my hips and digging his fingers into the soft curves of my ass. It’s like lighting a fuse, and within seconds, I’m grinding against him, my arousal soaking into the soft fabric between us as our lips press together almost painfully. I can’t get enough of him. I need him more than air.
I need . . . more.
I must say it out loud because he responds.
“What . . . what about protection?” Noah grunts out between our kisses. I slide back and off his lap, my gaze filled with lust as I get on my knees to start pulling at his belt. I want to see him, touch him, and taste him.
“I’m clean, on birth control,” I tell him. “You?”
“Clean . . . no birth control,” Noah jokes, but he’s pushing his pants down so roughly that I’m afraid he’s going to pop a seam. Somehow, he manages, and what springs forth is . . . amazing.
I stare at his perfect cock. Unconsciously, my mouth waters, and my nipples ache in my bra. It’s exactly what I need, and I push him back, taking him in my hand. He’s so warm, steel wrapped in silken velvet, and I stroke him almost reverently as I look up into his face.
“We’re going to have to take it slow.”
“If you keep touching me, it’s going to be over fast,” he warns. “I’ve been waiting for this. For you.”
“We both have,” I agree, climbing up from between his legs. I drop my panties to the floor, stepping out of them, and then drop my bra before straddling him again.
Noah’s hands come to my waist, supporting me as I reach between his legs and notch him at my entrance. Planting my hands on the back of the couch, I let myself relax, feeling him stretch me.
“Big. Long time,” I pant as I feel him push into me. “Damn, Noah.”
“If you need to, we can—” Noah says, but I relax my thighs more, sinking onto him and taking away both of our voices as I slowly take him inside me in one long stroke that has my eyelids fluttering and my head falling back. “Riley . . . fuck.”
I’ve never been this full before. All I know is pleasure as he completes me, my body electrified and my nerves singing in joy as more and more of him stretches me open. Finally, I can feel his thighs press against my ass, and I realize I’ve taken all of him.
Honestly, I feel like I just accomplished something. Completing a marathon? Pshaw. I just took Noah Daniels’s dick. For his part, Noah looks like he’s in heaven too, and he lets go of my waist to cup my breasts. “You,” he says as he runs his hands over my soft mounds, teasing my nipples, “are amazing.”
He makes me feel beautiful and powerful, and yes, amazing.
I begin rolling my hips, slowly at first to stretch my body out so I can get used to the size of him inside me. I have to breathe deeply, pleasure and fullness and the overwhelming headiness of this entire experience threatening to send me flying apart too soon.
My core clenches in mini spasms, getting me closer and closer to the edge of no return. And then my whole body begins to tremble with the impending climax.
“So sexy,” Noah growls against my skin, his lips replacing his hands on my nipples.
I pick up the pace, planting my hands on his shoulders. I try to look down into his hair, gripping him as unspeakable sensation assaults me. Coming? No. This is more, and I can feel him fighting himself to let me stay in control. “Noah . . . you feel so good,” I pant, squeezing his body.