Destiny: Hilltops Series - Book One

by Faith Starr

  Wow. She was like the epitome of positivity.

  “Which is why I love art.”

  Her eyes narrowed in confusion. “Meaning?”

  “I’m an artist. I love to paint.”

  Her face lit up by my admission. “Really? Like what kind of things do you paint?”

  “Abstracts. Lots of color.”

  “Wow. I’d love to see some of your paintings sometime.”

  Damn. If I’d have known she was going to be this passionate about it, I would’ve brought it up sooner.

  “And I would love to show them to you.” Something I rarely did with others outside my family.

  The waitress approached with our appetizers and set them down on the table.

  “Please eat. I don’t want you passing out on me again.”

  She smiled while taking another bite of her roll. Smartass.

  25

  Jordin

  Dinner was superb. I had to give it to Noah. He had great taste in picking restaurants. I could definitely get used to these fine meals even though my thighs would suffer as a result of it. After dinner he took me to a small coffee shop on the boardwalk next to the beach.

  “Can I entice you with a pastry for dessert?” He studied the menu board.

  “If I was a gambling woman, Mr. Dorian, I would place bets on the fact that you’re trying to fatten me up.”

  “I think you’re stunning just the way you are. I’m merely trying to feed you, since you evidently don’t do such a good job of it when I’m not around.”

  Humph! The little devil inside pouted with her hands crossed in front of her.

  “As you can see, my body is definitely not lacking in nutrition.”

  “Why’re you so hard on yourself? You’ve got it going on in all the right places.” He pulled me into him heatedly, squeezing my ass.

  Ooh. I scanned my surroundings, a little intimidated by his outward display of affection. No one cared, guess I shouldn’t either.

  “That’s not what I’ve been told.”

  “Whoever has told you otherwise has been mistaken.”

  Stupid Studious Sam! I would take Noah’s sweet talk over Studious Sam’s insults any day. Noah’s sweet talk charmed my pants off.

  “My ex used to make derogatory comments about my body all the time.”

  “I’m glad he’s your ex, but being in your line of work I’m sure you must already know that how you feel about yourself is what’s important. Not what some idiot who apparently needed his vision checked and had no clue what he was talking about told you.”

  “Spoken like a true therapist.” Noah’s insight impressed me. As well as everything else about him.

  “I only speak the truth.”

  Hopefully that was the truth.

  “I appreciate that. Thanks.”

  “Now, about dessert?”

  “Just a decaf, I really am stuffed from dinner.” It was a good thing I had chosen to wear a skirt with an elastic waistband.

  He ordered our beverages and I got us a table. He brought them over and sat next to me.

  “People watching is a secret pleasure of mine.” I scanned the area.

  “I too am fascinated by watching others, but right now my attention is focused solely on you.”

  He always made me feel like there was no one else around.

  “Mr. Dorian, are you always this full of flattery?”

  “Only when the flattery is well-deserved.”

  “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” I smiled at him accusatorily.

  “I’m quick-witted. What can I say?”

  And adorable, sweet, caring, smart, stylish, sexy… I had to stop myself or else the list would go on forever.

  By the time we finished it was late, so he drove me home. I knew what would happen if I invited him upstairs, but I didn’t want our time together to end. He had a gravitational pull so strong it kept me both captivated and entranced. His sweet talk would definitely get him everywhere.

  “Tomorrow I’ll probably see Dr. Sloan at the department. I’m already dreading it.”

  He was indeed coming up to my apartment with me. Who needed air anyway? I could always borrow some of his if need be.

  “For the time being, just act like it never happened. Believe it or not, you’re the one with the power right now.”

  I unlocked the door and flipped on the light, with him right behind me, his warm breath heating my neck up even more.

  “I don’t know how you see it that way. He holds my degree in his hands, and your confidentiality agreements bar me from using his actions against him and standing up for myself.” I tossed my purse on the kitchen counter and leaned against it, resting my hand on it. A little O2 would be good about now.

  “But you know his dirty little secret. That’s power in itself.”

  Hmm, and here I thought I was an optimist.

  “I guess, but it doesn’t really help me. The person I feel most sorry for is my friend, Casey. She’s always tried to prove herself to her father. If she finds out about his extracurricular activities, it’s not going to turn out well for either of them.” She was going to be devastated when she learned about this. And I was sure she would at some point.

  “You never know how one will respond in a crisis. I believe people can handle a lot more than they think.”

  By the look in his eyes it was almost as if he could relate.

  “You sound like you speak from experience.”

  “We all have experiences that shape who we are. Some just come out better prepared than others. Give your friend some credit.”

  Well said. Probably something I would’ve said if a client and I had a similar conversation.

  “I think you’re in the wrong profession, Mr. Dorian.”

  He reached his hand out toward me, smiling at my compliment. “Come. Shall we go to your bedroom?”

  There was no need to answer the question, because he was already tugging my hand and leading me out of the kitchen.

  “Cute place.” He surveyed the living room during our short trek across the small space. “Have you lived here long?”

  “Since I began grad school.” I stopped to switch off the living room lamp. “When I made the commitment to remain at the same university to get my doctorate, my parents were generous enough to buy me this apartment. They figured they would spend almost the same on a rental.”

  “Sounds like they have good business sense.”

  “My father’s all about making financially sound decisions.”

  “We would probably get along well, then.”

  As long as my father didn’t know where Noah’s investments were placed.

  “He’s a closet investor. He likes to dabble in the market when he can. My parents are both teachers. They live on fixed incomes, but retirement is coming in a few short years, and their pensions will more than keep them living comfortably. My dad always took a wee bit from both of their paychecks to create a diverse portfolio of both short- and long-term investments, and it’s paid off well for them. It also helped that I got a full ride to undergrad. My postgraduate work will cost me an arm and a leg in the long run, but it’s for my career, so it had to be done. They agreed to take care of my housing, and my student loans are supporting the rest of my expenses. They give when they can, but I don’t ask. I know they live on a tight budget.”

  “You sound like a respectable daughter who doesn’t take advantage.”

  “That’s me.” I held my hand up proudly.

  We entered my room.

  “No siblings?” He studied a family picture hanging on the wall.

  “Only child syndrome. I can be very selfish. Just puttin’ it out there.” Fortunately, that particular family dynamic had skipped over me.

  “I’m a bit selfish myself, especially when it comes to you.”

  I already saw that about him.

  “Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about me participating in threesomes at your club any time soon.”<
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  “I never share in the bedroom. That you can be sure of.”

  Good to know. An oxygen mask would’ve been even better since I could barely catch my breath, something that seemed to happen quite often when I was around him.

  “How about at the club?” I wasn’t sure if was an appropriate question to ask, but the whole ex-girlfriend seeing him in the viewing room thing still weighed heavily on my mind.

  “What I do at the club is not for my pleasure.” He placed his hands in his pockets somewhat defensively.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.

  “Hmm, but you’re not denying it either. Can I offer you something?” It was all I could think of to change the subject.

  He stepped into my personal space. “I’ll take what’s standing in front of me.” His dominant vibe was on full display.

  I peered into his eyes, seeing deprived hunger. Shit.

  “No roommates I need to worry about, right?”

  “Nope, it’s just you and me.”

  “Just how I like it.”

  He guided me down onto my bed. His tongue took charge of my mouth, his strong body and presence caging mine. Delicate kisses trailed over my neck. He flowered it with attention.

  His lower half met mine, his hardness making a welcome debut. I had a sudden urge to take him in my mouth, but didn’t feel confident enough to take charge yet.

  “Why’re the wheels turning in your head?”

  His piercing blue eyes stared into mine. How did he always know what I was thinking?

  “I like what I see.” A hint of bashfulness flowed through me. I wasn’t usually the bold, expressive type in the bedroom.

  “And what is it that you like?”

  Umm, pretty much the entire package.

  He could try all he wanted to get me to verbalize my thoughts, but there was no way in hell I was going to tell him I wanted to take his most valued possession in my mouth.

  “Jordin, there’s no need for shyness when we’re in the bedroom.” He stroked hair away from my face.

  His erection gyrating against me was the only thing I could concentrate on. I so wanted to go down on him.

  “I want to please you. But you have to communicate to me what makes you feel good. I can read your body, but I also need to know what’s going on in your mind.”

  Breathe.

  My focus shifted away from him, discomfort filling me on so many levels. “I know. Please be patient with me.” I swallowed the gigantic lump in my throat.

  “I already told you, there’s no rush.”

  His assurance made me feel better even though I still wasn’t going to tell him what I wanted.

  He climbed off me, slowly unfastening his rope belt. I watched in admiration, my eyes glued to every movement. His pants were next. They fell to his ankles. Oh boy. He was an Adonis. I could literally watch him for hours. Finally, the boxer briefs came down, my mouth basically salivating, wanting him inside it.

  “Put me in your mouth, Jordin.”

  There was such an aura of intensity in the air. Maybe Noah Dorian could read my mind, because he stood at the edge of my bed, his eyes and body indicating exactly what he wanted and ironically, it was the same thing I did. I suddenly felt paralyzed, like I couldn’t move.

  So much for patience. He leaned over me and clasped my hands, gently pulling them toward him so I was sitting in an upright position on the edge of the bed. I was now eye to eye with his raging hard-on, my mouth thirsty and my throat dry. Noah truly was a metaphor for all good things, and I couldn’t wait to sample how delicious he was going to be. I took a deep breath for confidence. Here goes nothing.

  My heart picked up speed as both my hand and mouth came forward. My hand found its way around his thickness while my tongue was all about the moisture oozing from the tip.

  Wow. I couldn’t remember it tasting this good. I used to hate engaging in this act with Studious Sam. He was so stiff and rigid, and not in a good way. I kind of got the impression it was all he wanted from me, probably because it satisfied his needs, and he didn’t have to worry about mine. Not that he could satisfy them anyway. Jerk.

  I gently squeezed Noah’s shaft, mesmerized by the substance of it. My fingers could barely touch my thumb on the other side. Damn, what had I been missing out on?

  “It won’t break, baby. You can use a little more force than that.”

  Shit, I had lost my focus for a minute while admiring how gorgeous he was. I peeked up at him with my mouth opened wide, his juicy tip still inside it. If the desire in his eyes had anything to say about it, he liked seeing me in this position.

  “Close your eyes. Know that you’re what’s making me this hard. That you’re the one affecting me this way.”

  He was right. He was this hard because of me, and I was going to give him an experience he would never forget, just like he had so generously given me. I was now suited up in my cape of bravado. It was time to let the games begin.

  With closed eyes, the image of his beauty took center stage in my mind.

  My tongue became daring, swirling around the tip. I sucked him hard, my cheeks hollowing. My hand became an active participant as well, becoming curious in its exploration. It made its way south to the flesh underneath that was both soft and hard at the same time. What a fascinating contradiction.

  My mouth wanted to see what all the fuss was about. My hand made space for it by reaching for his shaft, pumping it, using the juices at the tip to eliminate friction.

  I can do this.

  Maybe I shouldn’t.

  My mouth didn’t give my mind time for any more contemplation. While my hand cradled half of his sac, my mouth took the other half in its entirety. It wasn’t that big, but it sure did satisfy in a big way and if the groans coming out of his mouth were an indication, this little demonstration of mine was a hit.

  I became greedy, wanting him in his entirety. I started at the top, my tongue appreciating the variety of textures it was faced with. The soft tip, wet with satisfaction, the veins bulging in his length, the squishy flesh underneath, the sensitive perineum right behind.

  “Fuck, Jordin.”

  Guess he liked my technique. I certainly did. Each part of my journey was better than the next. So much so I found myself using the firm bed underneath me to satisfy my own desires. I made a return trip north, swirling my tongue around his balls, encasing his erection with my hand and mouth while moseying my way up, only to finish off right where I had started, at the delicate skin covering the tip.

  He tugged my hair, surprising me, but not enough to make me lose focus.

  His hand guided my head. I leaned forward so the little pieces of hair he was pulling could break free from the wrath of his grasp.

  “That feels so fucking good.”

  Oddly enough, being on the giving end felt just as wonderful. And when I didn’t think things could get any better, they did. He began pulsing in my hand, his warm, salty fluids squirting into my mouth, sliding down my throat. I stifled a moan, feeling quite hazy from the experience.

  Studious Sam had only come in my mouth once. My decision to never let it happen again, not his. It had been awful. But this? This was like fine dining at a five-star restaurant.

  “Jordin, you always seem to amaze me. That was fantastic. Thank you.” He bent down, holding my head in his hands, kissing the top of it.

  “No, thank you.”

  “Thank me? For what?” His brow furrowed in confusion.

  “For being patient and not making me feel bad about my inexperience.”

  “I would never make you feel bad. The bedroom is a place of pleasure and worship. No insecurities or self-doubt are allowed. Got it?”

  So he kept saying.

  “Got it.” It would take some time to sink in but I still agreed.

  “Now, I think a payback is in order.”

  Some people thought it was a bitch. I currently wasn’t one of them.

  26

  Noah

  Holy
shit. Best fucking blowjob of my life. I wasn’t sure if my dick would be able to get it up again after that eruption. It literally left me winded. Only time would tell. But right now it was time to focus on Jordin.

  Her eyes were windows into a fragile heart. I had to take a deep breath, her vulnerability catching me off guard for a second.

  After guiding her down on the bed, I removed her knee-high boots one at a time, caressing the soft skin of her thighs while doing so. They were so gloriously smooth. And the way she shivered at the slightest touch. Damn. She was so fucking responsive.

  With her short skirt hiked up, I got a clear view of her hot-pink thong. Fuck me. Again, I had to take a deep breath, this time for restraint. Maybe my dick wouldn’t need so long after all. It was already starting to wake up.

  “I like what I see. It’s like I’m unwrapping an exquisite gift, and underneath each layer I’m presented with an even better reward. This skirt needs to go, though, so I can see this little pink number in its entirety.”

  Let’s hear it for elastic waistbands. It made the removal process of her skirt that much simpler. I tossed it behind me. I didn’t give a shit where it landed because I was too focused on the pink underwear, especially what was underneath them. In fact, it was time for this piece of dental floss to beat it as well.

  They joined the skirt, somewhere on the floor in her bedroom. Her thighs had just the right amount of meat on them. I wanted to ravage every single inch of her exposed flesh. Yes, my dick was wide awake now.

  Using her hands, I pulled her up into a sitting position. The shirt needed to go. I collected some of the fabric on both sides and slowly lifted it upward, giving me ample time to appreciate all that she had to offer. I almost had difficulty catching my breath as the fabric rose over her luscious mounds.

  Fuck me again.

  Her matching hot pink push-up was equally impressive.

  “Why do you hide this gorgeous body of yours underneath baggy clothing?” I honestly didn’t get it. “You’re such a knockout. And these are truly a masterpiece.” Like a piece of fine art, they needed to be displayed in their entirety.