by Sybil Swift
After she trailed a quick line of kisses along his inner thigh using her healthy grip on his bare ass to keep her balance, it was time for the good stuff. Enough flirtation when his erection was so close to her lips it nearly made her mouth water with the idea of having him between her lips. Wouldn’t it be another form of torture? Absolutely, for them both. Because there was nothing she wanted more than to plunge down onto his cock until she saw stars. But he hadn’t started begging—and everything was more fun when she cracked past his cocky facade to the meaty humanity that he liked to hide from the world.
He was all but transmitting silent signals, waves of anticipation that fluttered her pussy muscles and ratcheted up the tension between them. It was now—or now. Chloe flicked her gaze up to his strained features and slipped her lips over the tip of him savoring the salty bead of pre-cum on her tongue. A loud, almost explosive exhale egged her onward as she traced her tongue beneath his underside and flicked beneath the tip. She sucked the head of him long and deep. He squirmed with a whimper. The perfect sound that only reinforced that she was doing the right thing. It gave her a little ego boost that she used to her advantage, sliding her mouth down the silken tip until she could work his hard warmth down the back of her throat.
His cock twitched against her cheek as she fought to take him all inside. Noah’s breaths jerked out of his chest as if he’d run a marathon. Small sounds escaped from his mouth. She couldn’t even be sure if he knew he was making them, but she refused to slow down easing back up before plunging down. A tempo that would drive anyone insane—let alone her lover who was in complete submission to her every whim.
God, she wanted to ride him. And for every second she yearned to take him inside her wet heat, she spent another second lavishing attention with her mouth. Until she was as wild and greedy as the man bucking his hips against her face, fighting for a control that she couldn’t give over to him. All the while she knew there were eyes all over the place. Their neighbors, people on the beach—stares eased up the back of her neck until she wasn’t sure whether they were real or imagined anymore.
But the acute knowledge that she and Noah were in a very compromising position for all the world to see in broad daylight trickled goose bumps along her curves. A bead of sweat trickled down her top caressing her right breast. She savored Noah’s flavor, loving the sense of being on display. Her panties were wet with dual concentration for the intensity that was completely in her hands.
One of her hands moved from his ass to cup his balls and she rolled them in time to her thrusts and sucking. For every time he lifted his hips trying to get a better angle or trying to slam home into her mouth, she backed off. Lost to their teasing dance, she worked him over as every inch of her skin cried out for release. Power was a heady emotion that left her as breathless as Noah, because he had no idea she was holding out for both of them, not only for the sake of watching the expression’s flit across his face. With his masculine, salty scent in her nose she merely stroked the base of him with her fist, gently pulling on his balls with her other hand, while she lavished small kisses on his tip.
“Please…come on…please.”
Desperation was practically a perfume in the air. Chloe drew back from him again until he groaned and she thought he might stamp his foot. His eyes snapped with something vicious and sexy. Mouth a tight line while nonsense words spewed out of his mouth. The majority of it wasn’t English, but she could basically catch the drift of his pleading.
“I’m going to give you what you want…not because I’m rewarding bad behavior, but because I’m about ready to go nuts with my need for you. But I’m not going to untie you, do you understand?”
Noah nodded, a slight shift of the head that most people would have missed. With enough adrenaline pounding through her system that Chloe almost couldn’t think straight, she slipped off her pants taking her panties with them, and she pooled everything on the floor of the wooden deck. He hitched in an appreciative breath.
“Nice that you can still respond to me like that,” the remark was flippant but the intensity that made her hands fist at her sides rolled through her nerve endings until they sang with possibility. “Hopefully, it’s about to get even better. Condom?”
Noah nodded toward the crumpled pile of his jeans and she shifted through them until she found a few foil packets. With an arched brow, she smiled, ripped one off, and put it on him.
“Aren’t we optimistic.”
With a chaste kiss across his trembling lips, Chloe scaled his body like a tree wrapping her arms and legs around him until his cock brushed her wet opening. The brief contact nearly made her topple right off of him. Noah braced himself, widening his stance as he ducked his head and took her lips in a kiss that reversed their roles for several heartbeats. When she drew back enough that she could think, she hooked her legs more firmly over the railing and used her hand between their bodies to guide his shaft between her wet labia. A single push down with her hips and her tightness was broken by the fullness of him deep inside her body.
Noah threw his head back with a groan. She squeezed her arms around his neck while pleasure brushed up all along her insides. She took a steadying breath. With a shuddering exhale, she used her grip on the railing and his neck to tilt up her hips and bring them back down starting a slow, steady rhythm gliding down his erection. Her muscles shook from the effort, while she enjoyed the build of ecstasy that washed beneath the surface of her skin.
Their hips ground together and she moaned against his mouth as his teeth nibbled on her lower lip. The sun dappled across his skin and crested an otherworldly glow about them while he tilted his hips forward meeting her thrust for thrust. Her nipples brushed against his bare chest through the light fabric of her shirt, pinpricks of tension that made her tighten around his shaft on a downward stroke.
Her nails dug into the meat of his upper back, clinging to the growing orgasm that worked between their bodies. On every down stroke her clit brushed against him and he pressed deeper into her core shifting across the special spot inside her pussy. Relishing the thread of domination, Chloe sped up and slowed down in unpredictable beats that left them both jagged and raw with need. She barely had time to assess her actions before she swiveled her hips or pulled almost all the way off his thick shaft.
With every variation, she made sure to push herself. Soon neither of them were able to wait any longer, aching and trembling. She slipped and slid down his cock until she saw stars. It was a chore to keep up with his hips relentless grind upward until her breasts were bouncing and they were both panting for air even as the wind kissed their dewy nakedness.
Noah’s tempo shifted, his hip thrusts becoming erratic as her inner walls clamped tight and her juices dampened her inner thighs. He didn’t say a word, but she noticed the surprise widening his eyes. While she swore with delight, relishing the pleasure to her heart’s content, he remained silent. Only mouthing words and grunting while he jerked deep inside her one last time. Her chest went tight, breath stolen as the cusp of her orgasm rammed home like a fist in the middle of her body and flooded outward into her limbs. For a second she couldn’t focus. A slight edge made her fingertips tingle and her toes curled against the deck railing. She was lost in the ecstasy tossing her around in waves.
As she slowly came down off her high she made a noise of pure bliss before lingering her lips on Noah’s chest just above his quickly beating heart.
“You can speak now,” she whispered, unwrapping herself from his slightly sticky body and relying on willpower alone to keep herself upright.
“No, I really can’t. Not ready for that yet,” Noah gruffly ground out each word, eyes closed while his face tilted up to the sun. His muscular body glistened, face a complete mask of relaxation. “Mmm,” he moaned.
“Give me a second and I’ll untie you.” Chloe shimmed back into her panties and pulled up his pants, only doing the snap so that he looked somewhat presentable. At least dressed enough so they wouldn’t bre
ak any laws. “That was…”
“No words.”
“Yeah, that about sums it up.”
After a long enough laze-in-the-sun she worried she’d have sunburn on unmentionable places, she managed to stagger to sit up with a contented yawn.
“Maybe we should break for food?”
“You mean the food I was supposed to be preparing until you took charge?”
“Yeah, that,” she replied deadpan without becoming embarrassed. It would ruin everything if she backed down from her strong, take no prisoner’s position now that she’d gotten what she wanted most. “Guess you should get your butt back to work and I’ll throw together a salad.”
“Make it a fruit salad and you have a deal.” He leaned in close crushing her back to the hot, slightly scratchy wood of the deck. “You taste amazing.”
“Ah, ah. No getting yourself out of making food. My stomach is grumbling and I was under the impression that I’d get five star service at this place.”
Noah moved down the line of her body, his breath tracing an invisible trail of heat from between her breasts to mid-abdomen. Oh, so, very close to a special part of her anatomy that she didn’t think was suitable for lunch. Yet his eyes sparkled with the best kind of mischief. His tongue eased across his bottom lip. The cheeky smile that radiated heat up to cloud her rational thought also made her bones turn to mush with the afternoon sun willing her body into submission.
When Noah’s stomach rumbled loudly they both looked down at the offender as if the organ was their enemy. But it broke the moment enough so Chloe was able to wiggle out of his grip. Not that he tried to hold her hostage or anything—he merely sighed, laughed, and she supposed he resigned himself to being her bitch slave for the next couple of hours as they ate and finished their manual labor.
Chloe was halfway inside the door when his hand rested on her shoulder making her turn and look at him. She noticed the look in his eyes and made a full turn.
“S-s-s.” Noah paused, cleared his throat, and swallowed a few times.
“It’s okay, take your time.”
Noah frowned, with frustration carved out through every line of his body. She offered a shy smile and tried to ignore the patronizing implication he was reading in her words. It wasn’t there, but what could she do?
“S-se-ee-m-s.” He closed his eyes for a second, took another deep breath, and opened his eyes again. Paige nodded, she’d gotten the first word clear enough. “like that wa-s-s different than our las-s-t time together.”
“Yeah.”
His hand fell away from her shoulder, face blank, and he blinked before cocking his head with his brows drawn low. When she didn’t extrapolate—why should she talk about feelings when they weren’t in a relationship—he nodded and pushed past her into the kitchen. He wasn’t her therapist, all he needed to know was that she was having a good time. And as far as he was concerned, she was having a lovely time. There hadn’t been one thing wrong with their current encounter. Not a single complaint. So there was nothing to talk about—about them anyway.
“Be careful what you wish for,” she mumbled and closed the screen door behind her naked ass.
Noah wanted simple? He’d get it. Even if that meant a little of their playtime was regulated by awkward silences that weren’t explained. Why would she need to speak with him anyway, when he didn’t want to hear it, and she had a perfectly competent listener downstairs in her journal? Friendship and sex, that was all they were good for right now. Or ever, since she was only paid for up to a week at the resort.
Chloe ran her hands down her face and sighed—maybe taking up meditation wasn’t such a bad idea after all. And she kind of saw the upside to abstinence since this was going to be the fate of her first fling. But she’d made her choice and rolling with the punches was a lot easier than hiding out in her room for the next week sneaking midnight snacks.
Chapter Eleven
“When I s-said we should keep this s-s-simple…” Noah took a deep breath and worked his jaw, playing with his food across from her on the couch. “I didn’t mean for us to ignore each other and not talk at all. We s-s-till have to be adult-s-s about it.”
“What do you want? You can’t have it both ways. Either we’re fuck buddies and you stop doing sweet, misleading things for me like some kind of boyfriend or you keep doing those things and I get to talk to you about my feelings and vice versa.”
“Why do I have to be a dick or a prince, Chloe? Why can’t I just be a man without a box?”
“Because I can trust boxes, predict them. If you have a label, I know where we stand and what you’re going to do from the get-go. It seems fairly simple to me. I know what I want.”
“Enlighten me.”
“I want it all or I just want you in my bed.”
“You want to us-s-e me?”
“Isn’t that what you want me for too?”
Chloe looked off into the corner contemplating the sad and obvious edge to her voice as she put her fork down. Her appetite had curled into a tight little ball in her stomach. She slid her plate onto the table and tried to get comfortable. But there was no comfort in discomfort, only fucked up personal growth.
“I like you,” he spat out.
“I know, I like you too. That’s not the problem.”
Noah’s plate clattered down on the table and he obsessively cleaned his glasses on his t-shirt. She didn’t bother pointing out that the material he was using was probably covered in sweat which only made the lenses smudge. Like so many other things, either he’d figure it out or he wouldn’t.
“Okay, so you have issues with expectations. We can work around that.” Noah gave a hand signal that meant she should hold on a second and he bounded off the couch into the kitchen. When he came back he had a pad of paper, a pen, and a roll of smiley face stickers.
“Here’s the deal. During the day, we fuck, we play, we do whatever the hell we want with each other so long as we get our work done. But at night, that’s when I get to pull out the nice card, the spoil you card. Whatever the hell you wanna call it that makes you comfortable and has nothing to do with the term “boyfriend”. If I have something planned at night, I’ll put a sticker on that day, so you can prepare yourself emotionally to deal with whatever nice thing I’m going to do for you, no strings attached. It’s like a fuck buddy cheat sheet.”
“It’s a kindergarten sticker system.” Chloe laughed before shaking her head. “But I’ll be damned if I have anything else planned, so we might as well go with it. I’d rather trick my brain—”
“Then go without my cock? I know, it’s hard.”
They both burst out laughing and Chloe couldn’t take a solid breath for over a minute as her stomach cramped from the tight pleasure of joy. Unexpected and so completely Noah, she was reminded why she couldn’t hole up in her room and pretend the man at her side didn’t exist. He was way too much fun. And, God or Goddess, did she need more fun in her life. She needed to learn to lighten up. And Noah was the perfect, most aggravating teacher, all but force-feeding her sticky spoonfuls of fun until she choked on it.
“I’m willing to give it a try, but in order for it to work…I have to be able to communicate with you.” Noah scratched his chin.
“You can do that.”
“About my feelings? Without you going off on a “you can’t like me too much” tangent and fleeing the scene or going into a hate filled rage? I don’t know if you can do that because I haven’t seen any evidence of it yet.”
“To be fair, we haven’t done much talking.”
The pride in his smile made her want to kiss him and slap him all at the same time. Somehow she managed to remain anchored in her seat without mangling the moment, unsure of whether or not he was taking her seriously.
“But we’ll fix that if you need it.” Noah took her hand. “Consider me your sexy break-up life coach except without the money for services rendered considering that’s pretty illegal and you couldn’t afford me. I’ll be what
you need and you take, take, take until you’re better, okay?”
Her hand tensed around his before his thumb stroked across the back of her hand.
“What do you get out of this again?” she countered before squeezing his hand back and gently withdrawing back into herself. “It’s got to be more than manual labor.”
“Let’s call it penance for my past. And a chance to show myself I can still be a good person to someone without leaving them broken hearted.”
“That was honest.”
“It’s what you wanted.”
They finished their lunch in companionable silence before Chloe suggested they put on another movie.
“Any preference?”
“What do you have?”
Noah went into his room and came back with a giant, square CD case full of choices. They both settled on a comedy that neither of them would have actually paid for in theaters. With his eyebrows raised and a little grin, he put a sticker on today’s date.
“What’s that stand for?”
“The massage I’m going to give you after the movie.”
She made a pleased noise and dug into the bowl of homemade caramel corn he’d made before he’d pressed play. The beginning previews started and she shot a covert glance his way. He wore a contemplative look, eyes glued to the moving pictures. Yet he was frowning, as if his mind was somewhere else. While she wrestled with the need to pry, the movie started, and she put all of her energy back into the laptop in front of them shoving another handful in her mouth. So long as she kept her mouth full, she couldn’t ask psychotic questions that would make Noah uncomfortable. Why would she need to know exactly what he was thinking all the time?
For all she knew, he could be contemplating what he was making for breakfast the next morning. Nothing that was emotionally explorable.
“I think we should be able to talk to each other!” she blurted out.