City of Sin

by Ford, Mia

  “Get onto the bed,” he commands. “Before I lose my freaking mind.”

  Last time, he left a lot of the control to me. This time, I don’t mind giving it up. I lit on the sheets with my arms above my head, my core pulsing as I recall touching myself over him in this very spot, only days before. Then, he was just a fantasy I didn’t ever expect it to become something real.

  “You have no idea how hot you look right now,” he groans as if in agony. “You drive me crazy.”

  He kicks his trousers off and he climbs like a predator on the bed. My breaths become raged and desperate as he moves towards me with a needy look in his eyes. Noah surprises me by stopping at my knees to kiss me there. The unexpected sensation of his lips on my legs causes my hands to ball up the sheets so I don’t flip off the bed.

  His mouth travels from my knee up my thigh, over to my hip bone, brushing against everywhere but where I need him the most. My core throbs for him, pulses desperately, almost angrily.

  “You smell so wonderful,” he tells me as he brushes his nose against the lace. “I really want to taste you.”

  The feel of his nose, plus the way that his words vibrate against me are too much. I can’t answer him because I’m too busy gulping and gaping for air, trying not to lose myself.

  “You want me to taste you?” he persists. My head nods but no words fly free. “I need to hear you.”

  He licks me through the material, pushing the lace up into me. My head lolls to one side with desire, I can’t even begin to hold it up, while he rubs my panties over my hyper sensitive clit.

  “I want… you…” I finally spit out. “I want you to taste me.”

  He grabs the waist band of my underwear with his teeth and drags them down tantalizingly slowly. His eyes fix on mine the whole time, I can tell that everything he’s doing is purely to drive me insane. Once my panties slide off my foot, he tosses them to the ground as if they’re nothing. I’m glad to see them gone, they were the only thing standing between me and getting what I’m absolutely gagging for.

  “You’ll have to come here then, if that’s what you want.”

  Noah falls to his knees on the bedroom floor and he grabs my thighs to yank me down the bed. I fly, my head spinning as I go, and as he tosses my legs over his shoulder to completely expose me to him, I know that I’m in for a hell of a time. His hot breaths tickle my slit, I’m already about to explode and he hasn’t even touched me yet. God knows what it will feel like when that incredible tongue connects…

  Then, he ravages. That’s the only way to describe it, his mouth is all over me, licking, sucking, teasing. I can barely keep track of where he is, what he’s doing to me, it’s too intense. His tongue desperately coaxes me to the edge of an orgasm, and my body is ready to spill in that direction.

  This isn’t the sort of romance you see in films or read about in books. It’s hot, pure passion, phenomenal. I whimpered from the intensity of the onslaught, unable to keep hold of myself.

  “Fuck, Noah,” I cried out through the relentless fluttering. “It’s too much, I’m going to…”

  The orgasm hits me hard, washing over me like an intense, boiling hot tsunami. I buckle and thrash, feeling it in every inch of my body. I don’t even know where my head is, all I can see is stars, all I can feel is him and the breath stealing pleasure washing over me again and again. I try to slide away from him to give me a moment to calm down, but he won’t stop and the bliss just keeps on coming. I don’t know if it’s ever going to end.

  “Fucking hell, Noah,” I gasp out as he finally sets me free. “That was…”

  “Onto your hands and knees,” he commands in a way that cannot be ignored.

  I roll my shuddering body onto my front and push up. My arms are weak from pleasure, my knees unable to hold my body weight, but as I hear the condom wrapper tear from behind me, I find some strength from somewhere. I steel my spine and prepare my body for more pleasure from him.

  “You really are gorgeous.” He nudges my entrance begging to be let in and I try to roll my hips into him but he holds back for a moment. “So perfect.”

  I toss my head back and try to roll back again. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  I remember the feel of his throbbing erection into me and I need it so bad that it hurts. In one strong thrust, the sound of our bodies slamming together filling the room, he’s inside me again and it’s everything. My body stretches around him to accommodate him, he fills me up so completely and it’s amazing.

  I don’t know why he’s telling me that I’m perfect, he’s very much that himself.

  A white hot poker of pleasure darts down to my core again. I can’t seem to stop orgasming with Noah, he does something different to my body. I know now that I never could have been happy with Wesley forever, I never would have experienced this sheer pleasure that doesn’t stop coming no matter what.

  We cry out in bliss together this time, him exploding at the same time as I buckle and afterwards we fall into a tangled mess on my bed. I lock my limbs around him and trace my fingers over his body while he does the same to me. We’ve gone from red hot passion to sweet and romantic in a matter of moments in the most confusing non relationship, just a fling that I’ve ever had… even if admittedly this is my first one.

  “You are staying over,” I whisper. “Aren’t you, Noah?” I get nothing but silence back. “Noah? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just thought it might be nice to…”

  But the words fall apart on my lips as I twist over to see that he’s already fallen into a deep and peaceful slumber. I curl my body into his, loving the sound of his heart beating and the little snores that come out of his mouth. It’s been a long old time since I had a man in my bed, and even longer since I liked the man between my sheets. This is going to be a moment that I savor because I want to remember it for a long time to come.

  What are we doing here? I think curiously as I look at him. What even is this?

  But I know that I won’t get the answers. Not for a while anyway, because this is just casual. If I start pushing for answers to questions that I don’t even know yet then I’m asking for trouble. Time to just enjoy it.

  13

  Noah

  Waking up with a woman in my arms is the loveliest feeling on the planet. I actually forgot what it’s like as it’s been so long. Usually, I’m hunting for the door, trying to find an escape route as soon as our clothes are back on.

  I’m in trouble.

  I prop up onto my elbow and stare down at Mia for a while, smiling to myself as her red hair spills over the sheets and her cheek has the slight imprint of my arm spread across it from where she’s been laying. She’s so angelic looking as she rests, like she’s dreaming something truly amazing. I wish I could climb inside her mind and see what’s going on inside her head. I’d love to know it all.

  Yes, I’m aware that the whole date went past without me saying something to her, but I think I might have changed my mind. I’m pretty content to just take a step back and see where things go from here.

  I can’t resist her anymore, so I dip my head down and kiss her on the forehead. Mia stirs but doesn’t yet open her eyes, so I kiss her again, down her cheek, to her mouth, all while slipping a hand down her body, embracing the peaks and dips. I’m glad she didn’t get dressed before going to sleep last night because now I can feel all of her. Her skin is flushed with morning heat, her nipples hard to contrast the softness of her body, her thighs warm with need as she parts them ever so slightly to let me inside, all while her eyes remained closed.

  I lightly brush my finger along her slit, groaning into her neck as her wet heat soaks my fingers. I spear my fingers into her, touching her deeply, massaging her insides as she clamps down around me. Now, I have a pretty good idea what she’s been dreaming about and I want to make it come true.

  Mia moans as her legs fall further apart, her breaths become more desperate as I pump harder and faster. When my thumb lightly caresses her bu
tt rises off the bed so she can meet my thrusts. She greedily tries to claim an orgasm, and fuck me the sight is so hot I encourage it.

  I just want to watch her fall apart. I love her face as she loses her mind.

  “Fuck, Noah!” Words finally come out, her eyes even snap open, as the pleasure shatters through her. She buckles and keens, her heels dig into the bed and her hands clap to her forehead. I can see the heat careering through her veins, sending her flying through the air, and damn it, the moment is glorious. “Oh, wow, Noah,” she pants as she collapses back down again. “That was absolutely incredible.”

  Selflessly, I slide out from the bed, not wanting anything back from her, just seeing her like that was more than enough from me, and I grin. “Now, how about some breakfast?”

  She stares up at me, still dazed and a little confused. “Oh right, really? I don’t know if I have anything in.”

  I grab my boxers and pull them on, trying to hide my rock hard cock who hasn’t quite got the message about being selfless. “That’s okay, there’s a little bakery around the corner. I will sort us out.”

  Mia still looks like I’ve completely taken the wind out of her sails as I grab the rest of my clothing on and I walk out from the bedroom. The self-satisfied smile refuses to leave my face. It feels good.

  The warm Vegas air hits me as I leave, and continue to wash around me while I step into the store and I order some food. While in the queue, I check my phone to see if Mom has got in touch, just to find something else…

  Hayley: So, you don’t have money to help me out but you can get a new girlfriend?

  Hayley: Unbelievable, and you go on about me not being there for our child.

  Hayley: I’m going to make you pay for this. You will regret ignoring me, I mean it.

  While it’s unnerving to know that Hayley is watching me, but I won’t give her the attention that she wants. The messages sit heavily in the pit of my stomach though as I call Mom. I don’t like the tone of those messages.

  “Hello, Noah, are you okay?” she answers the phone, radiating with happiness.

  I breathe out a sigh of relief. At least she hasn’t gone after Mom with her vileness. “Yes, are you?”

  “We’re wonderful. Having an amazing time. I’m going to take Alex to the park after breakfast. You aren’t planning to pick him up yet, are you? He’s really looking forward to it.”

  “No, no, it’s fine. I’ll come at lunch time. I wouldn’t want to interrupt you two having fun.”

  “That’s perfect, see you then.”

  I resist the urge to tell Mom about Hayley’s messages, only because it will wind her up. “Yep, see you soon.”

  “And you can tell me all about your date. I’m dying to hear all about her.”

  “Right, sure.” I roll my eyes, wishing I hadn’t told her now. “Thanks, Mom, see you in a bit.”

  All of this is a start reminder of the real parts of my life that I can’t share with Mia, the reasons why we can’t ever be real… at least for the moment, maybe the time will come. So, for now I just need to focus on living in the moment, just enjoying my time with Mia. She doesn’t have a desperate need to know if things are serious or not, and that’s how I need to be. Casual, fun, just dating…

  Then when the time comes, if it ever comes, then I’ll explain why I kept it to myself for a while. I’m sure she’ll understand. I can only hope anyway.

  I grab a selection of pastries and some nice coffee too, to take back to Mia’s with me. As I step inside, I find her all curled up on the couch in a spaghetti strap vest top and pajama shorts. It doesn’t seem to matter what she wears, she’s always absolutely gorgeous to me.

  “Ooh, something smells nice!” Her eyes light up with glee. “Thank you, Noah.”

  I sit with her and we eat our food while talking about nothing in particular, but all the time I keep looking over to her paintings, marveling in them, and it gets to the point where she feels the need to address it.

  “I will do a painting for your gym,” she tells me with a false confidence. “Not one for you to buy, just because.”

  “You will?” My heart leaps with joy. “That’s amazing, but I will buy it.”

  “No, I don’t want you to. I wouldn’t have started to paint again if it wasn’t for you.”

  That stills me, my insides freeze. I can’t actually believe what I’m hearing. “Really?”

  “Yeah.” She giggles and nods. “Your suggestion made me paint for the first time in over a year. Well, longer than that actually, it was a good couple of years, which seems crazy now…”

  I need to get to the bottom of this and I’m sure this is the time to ask. She actually looks ready to open up. “Why did you stop? If you don’t mind me asking…”

  “No, I don’t mind.” Her eyes fall to the floor. “I had a bad time a year ago. I… well, my mom died of Cancer.”

  “Oh no, that’s horrible.” Now I felt bad for getting her to talk about it. “I’m sorry. Is that why you’re running the marathon? It’s a Cancer charity that you’re doing it for, isn’t it? That’s really admirable.”

  “Actually, Kayleigh talked me into it, but yeah, that’s why.”

  I reach out to hug her but it seems that she isn’t finished yet. “I also found my boyfriend in bed with another woman. My bed, while my mom was in hospital getting treatment for her illness. Dying, really.”

  “Oh wow… that is rough. That’s disgusting.” I feel quite ill. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

  She offers me a weak smile. “You know what? It did me a favor. It wasn’t exactly a nice relationship. Looking back, it was very toxic and I got sucked into a nasty bubble. He put me down so much I didn’t see myself worthy. That’s why I stopped painting. My career as an artist wasn’t exactly flying high anyway, so it was easy for me to just give up on it. That’s why I stopped painting, because… well, I felt like a failure.”

  Shit. Mia has just peeled back a very thick layer to me and now she’s vulnerable, opening up. Without even meaning to, this has now taken another turn and it’s become something much more serious. The thing is, I like it. It pleases me that she’s so comfortable with me to tell me about her past.

  It just means that I should also open up to her. But the words don’t come. They can’t.

  “Wow, that’s rough. I’m so sorry you went through all of that.”

  “Yeah, well I’m okay. I got through it. I’m stronger now. It’s all behind me, in the past.”

  “I can see it.” I slide closer to her and kiss her. “To me, you’re impressively strong.”

  Then she melts into my arms again and any thought of me opening up flies out the window. I just can’t do it quite yet…

  * * *

  “I wish you didn’t have to go,” Mia pouts as she runs her fingers through her mussed up hair. “I’ll miss you.”

  “I know, trust me.” I kiss her again. “I would love to stay here all day, but I have… work to do. Meetings with investors to attend, that sort of thing. You know I wouldn’t leave if I didn’t have to.”

  The lie falls out of my mouth too easily, I feel dreadful about it, but I didn’t quite find the right moment to tell her and I’m still not convinced that the timing is right anyway. Soon though… probably.

  “You’re such a workaholic, it’s adorable.” She brushes her thumb over me. “No wonder you’re successful.”

  “How are you going to spend the rest of the day?”

  “Painting, obviously.” She grins. “I have to get a piece ready for you, don’t I? And since I’m not working at the bank I figure I should spend my day productively.”

  I should probably ask her when I’m going to see her again, I want to know when that will be, but I sink my mouth into hers instead. It’s almost as if I’m still trying to keep myself out of trouble, despite the fact that it’s much too late. I’m already in too deep.

  “Okay, well send me pictures of your progress. I will need something to get me through the
day.”

  We kiss in her door way for a little while longer before I can wrench myself away, and even as I leave I already miss her. It doesn’t help that I’m now off to see Mom who is bound to have a million and one difficult questions for me. It won’t matter to her that I don’t have any answers, she’ll push me until I explode.

  What the hell am I doing? Why do I keep sinking deeper and deeper? What is it about Mia?

  But I already know the answer. It’s because I like her so damn much, more than anyone who’s ever come before. Maybe even more than when I first met Hayley, when I was so head over heels that I couldn’t see any of her terrible faults, which means I am screwed. Now, if I can just wipe this giant smile off my face and stop looking quite so pleased with myself, then all will be good…

  14

  Mia

  “I don’t know how you can focus,” Kayleigh confides in me. “With the guy you’re seeing right there. He keeps looking at you as well as if you’re everything. He’s falling hard for you.”

  I smile to myself and nod. “I know, it’s hard but I’m focused on the end goal. I really want to do well in the marathon now. It’s been such a turning point for me, and I want to do myself proud.”

  “Yeah, it really has. I’m glad I suggested it now.”

  She watches me running on the treadmill with ease, looking as proud as I feel. My body has improved so much with all this running. I don’t know why I didn’t start exercising much sooner.

  “I never thought that I would say this, but me too.”

  I dart my eyes rapidly over to Noah, my heart skipping a beat as I do. He’s just so handsome and I can’t believe that I get to keep him as my own. We’ve seen each other twice since I confessed all about my past and it hasn’t seemed to put him off me at all. I think I might accidently end up falling for him…