Destiny: Hilltops Series - Book One

by Faith Starr

  Oh dear Lord. Look to the left. Look to the right. I didn’t know where to look. I had no clue what he was going to do next, which scared the hell out of me. I wasn’t a virgin, but it wasn’t like I had that much experience either. Studious Sam had been a one-position wonder, if one could even call him that. The man had never even brought me to orgasm. That privilege had been left to my hand or the vibrator resting comfortably in my nightstand.

  Noah held my knees against the plush comforter underneath me. He inhaled, snapping me out of my thoughts. “And now I can attest to how stunning you are. Mmm, you smell so sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

  Left was good. That beautiful piece of art deserved more attention than I had given it previously.

  For some reason, oral sex always made me feel uncomfortable. Perhaps it was my mother’s voice which played repeatedly in my mind, telling me nice girls didn’t behave this way, especially if they weren’t in love.

  “I want your eyes on me. I want you to see how much you affect me.”

  What? Now he wanted me to watch as he pleasured me.

  I swallowed. I can do this.

  There was something about his tone that had me silently agreeing.

  He stared up at me with ravenous need. My stomach tightened. “That’s my girl. You’re beautiful both inside and out, Jordin. Don’t ever be self-conscious with me.”

  It was too late for that. He face-dived in between my thighs, taking charge and feeding on me in a hungered frenzy.

  Ah.

  Had I said that aloud?

  I clenched my fists and pelvis in response.

  “Relax, Jordin. Enjoy how great I’m going to make you feel.”

  Some deep breathing wouldn’t hurt either along with his words of encouragement. If he only knew I already bordered on the edge of orgasmic bliss.

  Holy shit! Was this how it was supposed to feel? Every nerve ending was ablaze, shooting fireworks throughout my entire body. I took a deep breath. It did feel a whole lot better with my muscles relaxed.

  So much better.

  Indescribably better.

  “Oh Noah…please…don’t stop.” The little devil inside me had kicked my self-consciousness’s ass. She couldn’t wait to ride this wave out to its finish.

  “I don’t plan on it.”

  It was amazing I could comprehend what he’d said. His mouth was buried in between my thighs. Oh my, that sounded wrong on so many levels.

  A finger entered me, possibly two, while he continued to gorge on me. I held his head in place so he’d stay put. He was about to hit the jackpot even though I’d already won the million-dollar prize.

  “Yes! Yes!” This time I knew my thoughts had escaped me, because my cries were practically deafening.

  I squeezed the blanket, my feet digging into the bed, causing my body to slide upward. I had lost all conscious thought. There was only feeling, a tingling sensation in my limbs, my body weightless, swelling and warmth between my thighs.

  He sucked harder.

  I tried to stop him, the sensations too powerful. He pushed my hand away. My head pressed firmly into the mattress. My back arched. I angled my pelvis upward so he could take me deeper, his tongue working magic on my clit.

  Christ! The warmth inside me penetrated outward, causing my body to break out into a sweat.

  My leg wrapped itself around his neck, pulling him closer, if that was at all even possible. The poor guy was probably suffocating down there. But I figured if he needed air, he’d take it.

  “Yes! Yes!” These were the only words I could come up with. He must’ve taken them as encouragement because he didn’t stop. He continued to feed on me as though he hadn’t been fed in days. My body trembled and shook like a number ten earthquake on the Richter scale. It was the most fantastic thing I had ever experienced, the postorgasmic tremors just as mind-blowing.

  Breathing deeply, I tried to suck in needed oxygen, my eyelids heavy, locked tight, my hands too weak to lift, and the rest of me too lethargic to move.

  There was a slight breeze, and the mattress shifted underneath me, but I was too far off in another place to concentrate on Noah’s actions and whereabouts.

  The rip of a condom packet caught my attention. My eyes sprung open. He stood at the foot of the bed in all his glory, rolling on the protection.

  Holy cow. And here I’d thought Derek was large. I immediately tensed up. There was no way in hell that was going to fit inside me.

  Apparently, he thought differently.

  The mattress dipped when he climbed on the bed. He was like a mountain lion stalking his prey, ready to pounce at any minute. Hell, he already had my heart. What else was left for him to feed on? Try my neck, his teeth teasing, nipping in their exploration.

  “Hello there.” He wiped hair off my face and kissed me, his lips against mine before I could reply.

  And there it was.

  He emanated power, probing my entrance.

  My muscles tensed. I did a perfect Kegel, but my mind had other ideas, it wanted to feel the fear and do it anyway. A concept I’d learned from Susan Jeffers, PhD. I absolutely loved her book and used its suggestions with my clients all the time.

  “So tight, Jordin, so fucking tight and beautiful.” The strong muscles of his arms kept him balanced on his elbows. He smiled at me in appreciation.

  One of his hands journeyed underneath my ass and lifted my pelvis. I breathed deeply, thoughts of Studious Sam drifting in then out of my mind. He’d never been mindful like Noah was being. Sam had been my first, my one and only. I prayed with everything I had Noah would be my it, my last and forever.

  What?

  Crazy, but it was true. All my beliefs about love at first sight and finding the man of my dreams became a reality as my body granted him access while he slowly and methodically eased himself in little by little. And to feel him taking his time on my behalf only confirmed my thoughts. Noah wasn’t a selfish man, which made my heart do somersaults. He knew it had been a while for me and was trying to be gentle.

  “Tell me if I hurt you. I only want to bring you pleasure.”

  “You’ve already passed that test.” My eyes flickered open long enough to see the little purple hearts dancing around him again, my body fully succumbing to the experience that was Noah Dorian.

  His hand glided up my hip, stopping at my breasts. He cupped one while his mouth took care of the other. He sucked on my hardened flesh.

  My hands explored his back, the way it tensed as he pumped in and out of me, each time gaining more depth until he reached my core. He locked himself in place.

  My eyes didn’t want to open, but they did.

  He released my breast, his hand cupping my cheek instead. His blue eyes penetrated deep into my soul.

  Breathe.

  This was real. He was inside me, and I loved more than anything how our bodies fit perfectly together, like our hands did the very first time he held mine.

  He kissed my cheek, my chin, the other cheek, my lips. His tongue entered my mouth, engaging mine in a slow and rhythmic dance.

  He stepped on the gas down below, picking up the pace, his hand wiping strands of hair off my dampened skin. He admired my eyes with his. It was so moving.

  I tilted my pelvis up to meet his thrusts, pressure rapidly building within. My hand gripped his ass, and what an ass it was. I held on to it to encourage his speed.

  “You feel so fucking good.” His words were choppy between his panted breaths.

  Yay for me! I was the one who had made him this hard, this full of lust, and it was the most incredible feeling. I was discovering everything about him was incredible.

  He kissed me feverishly. My body did what was instinctive, fulfilling primal urges. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He hooked my knee in his elbow and continued to drive himself into me. My back arched in offering even though he had already taken what he wanted. His ass tensed underneath my hand. His breaths got heavier. Holy Mary, Mother of God.

 
“Noah!”

  “That’s it, take all of me.” He kept himself deeply buried for my benefit.

  “I’m going to move now, baby.”

  Bummer.

  My grip softened so he could do as he pleased. I wasn’t selfish either and wanted this to be as good for him as it was for me. And, man, was it.

  He slid his hands underneath me, raising my hips, driving himself into me repeatedly. It was nirvana, my mind and body entering that zone again where I felt weak, jellylike. Tightness intensified in my lower abdomen, euphoric sensations began to take over.

  Noah grunted, his breaths choppy. He faced the wall, his muscles contracting, his cock thickening and pulsing inside me, small moans of pleasure escaping his lips.

  There were no thoughts left to be had. My hands encouraged him to go deeper. I craved the connection.

  “Please.” I didn’t know what I was asking for. There was nothing more I needed. It was perfect. Everything was frickin’ perfect.

  “Let it go, Jordin.”

  And I did. My arms fell to the sides, weak, with no strength left in them. My entire body convulsed under him.

  My legs locked him in place, holding him there. I wasn’t ready to separate from him yet.

  He remained inside me, lying on top of me, his head resting beside mine, his rapid breaths blowing against my neck. He lifted his head and gazed into my eyes, caressing my cheek. “That was fucking beautiful, baby.”

  Like I had foreseen, I was already a changed woman.

  20

  Noah

  Jordin’s tough persona was gone, replaced with her vulnerable exposed heart on her sleeve. It made me want to remain inside her for an eternity. I had to be careful with her. She was a precious gem, fragile to the touch. Her inexperience brought me more pleasure than she could ever imagine. I wanted to be the man who could bring her to places she never thought she’d go. To heights she never thought she’d climb.

  Easing out of her left me aching for more. I climbed off the bed to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. While in there, I rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. I wanted to kiss her again, but with fresh breath.

  She hadn’t moved an inch other than covering herself with the blanket. She patted the space next to her. I smiled and joined her under the covers. She was beautiful, her soft curves peeking out. Her pink-painted toenails dangled out as well. I pulled her into my arms. She didn’t say a word.

  “I love the way your body responded to my touch and how peaceful you look right now.” It far surpassed anything I dreamed it to be.

  “Like I said, it’s been a while, and never like that.” She took a deep breath. Her voice almost had a bit of hesitation to it. She looked up at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact for some strange reason.

  “It should always be like that, baby.” I played with her soft curls.

  “Guess there’s a first time for everything, huh?” She faced me.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Nothing. It’s silly.” She turned her head.

  I guided her chin in my direction so I could see her sweet face. Plus, I didn’t want her shutting me out. “Nothing you say is silly. Please, tell me.”

  “It’s just that, oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m about to admit this to you.” She covered her face. “I’ve never had an orgasm in the presence of a man before.” She spoke at high speed.

  Fuck yes. This was the most amazing thing I’d heard come out of her mouth so far.

  “Hey, do you know how great it makes me feel to know I’m the first man who could make your body feel like that?”

  “My ex wasn’t the most enthusiastic in the sex department.”

  “Was he gay?” I tried to stifle my smile.

  “No, smartass, he wasn’t gay. He just lacked…skill.”

  “Poor bastard. I’d be more than happy to help you make up for lost time.” I climbed on top of her again and kissed her.

  She quickly turned her head and broke the kiss. “What time is it?” She looked from left to right to see if I had a clock on either nightstand.

  Sorry, baby. My phone was my alarm.

  “Does it matter?” I kissed her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. I could go on and on in the wonderland that was her body.

  “It’s probably late. I think maybe I should go.”

  She tried to push me off her. I complied, surprised by this abrupt change in her behavior.

  “Why the sudden rush?”

  “It’s just late, so I should probably go.”

  Huh? It was usually me feeding the woman that line. I’d never use it again. It felt like shit being on the receiving end of it.

  Gently, I placed my hands around her wrists after she climbed off the bed. I needed to know what the fuck was going on in that mind of hers. I had her right where I wanted her, in between my legs. Actually, I preferred being between her legs, but time and place. This wasn’t either. “What’s going on?”

  “Nothing.”

  Come on, did she really think I was that stupid? I made sure she understood her answer wasn’t acceptable with my eye contact. “You know that’s not the truth. Tell me why the hasty urge to leave.”

  “I’m suddenly feeling overwhelmed.” Her eyes were filled with panic.

  “Overwhelmed how?” I caressed her hands in mine.

  She pulled them away, gesturing to my room. “This… Us… Here.”

  “What about us being here is overwhelming to you?”

  “I usually don’t do this sort of thing.”

  “What sort of thing?”

  “Why do you insist on me spelling everything out for you?”

  Here we go again. Fasten your seat belts—it was time to get back on the emotional roller coaster. “You’re the therapist. You should be able to talk about how you feel.”

  “Well, maybe I’m only good at getting others to share their feelings, but it’s not reciprocal.”

  There was her juvenile defensiveness again.

  The feel of her sitting on my lap was nirvana. My doing, of course, since I pulled her down onto it. “That’s not true, and you know it. We just had a great time. I don’t understand.”

  “Yes, we did. But now you probably think I jump in the sack with any man who flirts my way.”

  Ah. Now I got it. She didn’t want me to think ill of her for sleeping with me so soon. That would never happen. I could never think poorly about her.

  She climbed off my lap and gathered her clothes.

  “From what we just shared, I’m sorry to say I can tell that isn’t the case.”

  As much as I wanted her to stay, I wasn’t going to beg her to. I didn’t beg women. They begged me.

  “Hey.” She slapped my chest and smiled, her jeans on but not fastened, and her breasts still on full display.

  If she didn’t leave soon, I’d have to do something about that because now she was just being downright cruel. At least my dick thought so.

  “There’s the beautiful smile I like to see.” Her skin smelled divine on the back of her hand when I kissed it.

  “Honestly, though. I’m the wine-and-dine type, Noah. Not the roll-in-the-hay type. I don’t give it away for free like it doesn’t mean anything.”

  “Then let me wine and dine you. Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night. And for the record, I’m glad you told me what you did. I’m also glad you trusted me enough to tell me how you feel.”

  “I know it must sound silly for a twenty-seven-year-old woman to say that, especially to a man like you.”

  “I’m not going to deny that I’ve had my fair share, but I can assure you we can take this as fast or slow as you’d like. There’s no pressure.” As long as I could spend time with her, I would wait forever.

  Where the fuck did that come from? Maybe it was better if she did leave.

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really. It’ll be difficult for me to keep my hands off you, because when you’re next to me, all I can think about is ravishing this luscious body of yours
.” Like right now. I pulled her in for a hug, cradled her face, and kissed her lips sweetly.

  “Stop it!” She shook her head and laughed.

  “What? I’m being serious. You’ve got the entire package going on, and I want to peel it off layer by layer.” I squeezed in a feel. I mean, she did have her shirt off.

  21

  Jordin

  He said the sweetest things. It made it difficult for me not to get swept away by his magical charm. I felt both raw and exposed, as if I had just lost my virginity. Well, in all actuality, I practically had. Sex with Studious Sam had been anything but gratifying, and, unfortunately, there had never been any one else. But Noah didn’t need to know that just yet.

  “So, dinner tomorrow night?”

  What’s wrong with this button? I had to get it in its hole. Plastic circle in slot. It wasn’t a difficult task, except in this case.

  “Yes. That would be great.” My skin felt a bit clammy from the whole button ordeal with my jeans, and now my hair stuck to my back. I lifted it to pull the remaining stragglers out from underneath my shirt. Yeah. Yeah. I was amusing to watch. I returned his smile.

  “Good. I’m glad.”

  “Tasha was right about you, you know.” I pointed a finger at him while slipping my platforms on.

  “About what?”

  His blank stare was adorable, like the rest of him.

  “When she said you were a nice guy. I hope you are, Noah.” Prayed desperately was more like it.

  “Give me the chance to prove it to you.”

  My breath got deeper as he approached and kissed me, holding my face in his hand. Ah. Would I always react this way to him?

  “I need to go.” I buckled the straps on my sandals. There was too much intensity in his touch. I needed air.

  “Please give me a minute to slip something on and I’ll walk you to your car.”

  The elevator ride was quiet other than the gentle rumbling of the motor. Once we reached the first floor, he took my hand and led me through the club where members were still partying hard.