by Faith Starr
But it felt too good.
His aunt and uncle are downstairs. What if they come upstairs and find us?
He unzipped my dress, all the while continuing to taste and tease the now hypersensitive skin along my shoulders.
Open your eyes! It’s time to wake up and stop this!
But I couldn’t.
A cold rush of air hit me as he pulled the dress down. So much for being respectable.
There’s still time to be!
Nah, my brain was too far gone to think clearly. Noah seemed to have that effect on me.
I lifted one leg at a time to slip out of the exquisite material, being ever so careful not to let it snag on the bottom of my heels.
He placed it neatly on a chair while I stood quietly, wearing a strapless bra, a lacy black thong, and my fancy new shoes with the red bottoms, the need to cross my arms in front of me and cover myself almost instinctual.
He pulled my hands away. “This right here is a work of art.” He skimmed my body, his eyes virtually eating me up.
“You’re still dressed, Mr. Dorian.” If I was going to stand here practically naked, I wanted him to look the same way, minus the practically.
“Yes. It seems I am.”
Okay, and?
He stepped toward me. I backed up toward the bed, my calves feeling it almost instantly. He guided me down onto it, his eyes watching mine.
If someone walks in, you’re screwed.
Didn’t the voices in my head get it? I wanted to get screwed.
He raised my leg. “I like the look.” A seductive smile took shape, his hand grazing the back of my thigh, stopping right before reaching my underwear.
No fair.
He bent my knee and rested my foot on top of the blanket. Hopefully, my shoes wouldn’t dirty it. Now he had the other leg up in the air, giving that one the same amount of admiration and attention.
“Beautiful.” He kissed my calf before bending my leg and placing my other foot down on the bed, making sure there was lots of space between them.
Oh boy. I knew exactly where he was headed. My eyes closed in anticipation.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this to you all week.”
A sneak peek at him revealed him on the floor, kneeling at the edge of the bed, looking at me from between my thighs with a hungry smile.
Holy shit.
My eyes closed again. I took a deep breath of expectancy, knowing damn well what was about to come.
I waited.
And waited.
What the hell was taking him so long?
I opened my eyes to find him in the same position, still smiling wide. Huh?
“I want you to watch.” He raised his brows, pulling my body closer to the edge, spreading me with his fingers and swiping his tongue across my opening.
Watch, my ass. I closed my eyes. I didn’t need the visual. That’s what fantasies were for.
“Jordin, open your eyes.”
Oh Christ.
“Better.” He nodded when I obliged. He was so damn controlling. And I loved every part of it.
It was a little odd seeing him between my legs, especially when his eyes met mine to make sure they were on him while he ate me out.
Did I really just think that? I wanted to cover my mouth in shame even though I hadn’t verbalized the thought. What was this man doing to me?
Good things. Really good things.
His fingers dug into my inner thighs, keeping them firmly in place, his tongue having a field day, laving and sucking, sliding inside me.
Shit! His thumb teased the sensitive flesh above, driving me to the point of insanity.
My hand naturally drifted down, and I fisted his hair. He would have to fix it later because right now I didn’t care how it looked. Neither did my hand. It just wanted him to stay put, as did the rest of me.
“Yes!”
His eyes caught mine. I could tell he was smiling by the way they creased on the sides. I actually found it kind of hot watching him. Was that wrong?
The way his eyes closed and his head bobbed, the manner in which his tongue danced between my folds and up to the tippy top, was downright sexy as hell.
“Yes!” My hands fisted the comforter.
“As much as I love to hear you scream when you come, I don’t think the folks downstairs will appreciate it as much as I do.”
Holy crap! Did I scream that loudly?
I closed my eyes in shame only to feel his mouth on me again. He was being downright cruel.
A heavenly throbbing sensation made it presence known where his mouth was, immediately bringing me back into the experience and out of my head. I reached down for him again, drowning in pleasure, dissolving into it at the same time.
He took hold of my hand, still lapping, delving his tongue in my opening, his fingers sensually teasing my overly sensitive flesh at the tip of my folds.
My body shook and trembled around him. Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through me. It was all I could do to silence myself and not scream out his name in ecstasy. Luckily, my mouth behaved. I kept it all inside, allowing the goodness overtaking me to come out in the only way it could, through my body, which convulsed on the mattress beneath me.
The haze in front of me cleared, my focus returning to normal. Noah stood at the edge of the bed. I watched him undress with reverence, still a bit light-headed, my heart picking up speed even though it hadn’t had time to slow down yet. The poor thing was getting confused already.
First thing to go was his jacket. He slipped it off and set it on the back of the chair, which sat next to his desk. Then he took off his tie. He pulled the knot down before lifting the silk fabric up and over his head.
Hurray! He was getting to the good part.
The little devil inside me clapped her hands with glee. Surprisingly, the little angel did as well.
I could almost hear sexy music playing in the background as button by button popped open on his dress shirt, his eyes fixed on mine during the entire process.
What a magnificent chest he had, his shirt now hanging open. I had to breathe deeply to control myself.
The leather belt became unbuckled. My little devil thought of all the wonderful things Noah could do to me with it. Wait, what?
The slacks were unbuttoned and unzipped. The wool fabric slid down and pooled at his ankles.
Yippee! I tried to control my enthusiasm even though my mind and body were all prepared for the grand reveal.
Dum-dum-dum…
The boxer briefs were finally in the spotlight.
He raised his brow and smiled as if to say, “Do you want some of this?”
I smiled in return as if to say, “Yes, I desperately want lots of that.”
I think I actually nodded along with my thought.
It was all I could do to not jump the man while he sheathed himself with a condom. I didn’t understand how I could be so turned-on after having just had an explosive orgasm.
The mattress sank on both sides of me. His strong body hovered over mine, my sympathetic nervous system now in fight or flight mode.
He used his foot to spread my legs wider. He could’ve just asked. I was game for anything by this point.
This time he didn’t enter me slowly. Not that he needed to. My body already had him memorized and welcomed him without any resistance.
Ah. The feel of him penetrating me was indescribable. Being connected to him in this intimate way became somewhat of a total body experience, mental, physical, and spiritual.
His back muscles tightened under my grip with each thrust forward.
With both hands, I cupped his cheeks, and kissed him, my tongue letting his know it meant business, which only egged him on. I could still taste myself on his lips, but it only heightened my desire for him.
He pumped into me harder. Deeper. My hands messed up his perfect hair again. His fingers plucked at my nipples. We were everyplace and all over the place at once. Groping, fondling, stroking, caressing. It was so frickin
’ intense it was almost surreal.
I was going to erupt, the warm and tingly sensations intensifying within. They started between my thighs, drifting up to my head and all the way down to my freshly pedicured toenails. I lost myself to his expertise and how he knew my body so well after such a short period of time.
He came along with me, contracting inside me.
Our tongues intertwined, the two of them rolling over each other. I held nothing back. There was a first time for everything, and tonight was mine. All the emotions and feelings a woman is supposed to experience when making love bubbled to the surface, tears escaping my eyes as we continued our dance of tongues, his body still rocking into mine, but the pace slowing as the ride came to an end.
He must’ve felt wetness drop onto his hands, because he raised his head so he could see my face. “Why’re you crying, Jordin?” He cocked it to the side in confusion.
Crap. For some reason I was suddenly an emotional wreck.
“That was just…really nice.” I didn’t know what else to say because so many thoughts and feelings flooded my insides. So I smiled along with my reply and fortunately, his body softened in relief.
“I’m glad. I thought I might’ve hurt you or something.” He mindfully brushed my hair to the side so as not to disturb Julian’s masterpiece. Too bad my tears probably had.
“No, it’s nothing like that.” I shook my head. If he only knew that if he walked out of my life right now, my heart would break into a million pieces and probably never recover.
“Come, let’s clean ourselves up and get back to the party.”
Easier said than done, my body limp and tired but obviously not Noah’s. He rose slowly and slid off the condom, wrapping it in a tissue and tossing it into the trashcan.
“You can’t put that in there!” I sat up in a panic, my muscles awake again, looking at him in horror. “Whoever takes out the trash will know what we did in here!”
“I don’t plan on carrying it around with me all night.”
“Noah, I’m being serious.” My tone and expression emphasized my words.
He put his palm up in question. “Where do you want me to put it?”
“I don’t know, but I would never want your family to think ill of me.”
“They would never think that way about you, because I don’t.” He stepped toward me and bent down, gently kissing my lips. “Fine. If it makes you feel better, I’ll stick it in my pocket and toss it in the outside garbage can. But you owe me big-time for this.”
“Thank you.” I flashed him my winning smile.
“Crazy girl.” He shook his head, flashing me his very own.
34
Noah
We returned downstairs to the party, where his brothers and friends were still huddled in a corner.
“Where were you two?” Derek wore a conspiratorial smile.
“I was giving Jordin a tour of the grounds.”
“Sure you were.”
I didn’t accept or reject his look of hidden understanding.
“Jordin, how long have you been working on your research?”
Great, Little Miss Sunshine was questioning her again.
“Too long, but Noah’s been very helpful.”
Meow. I knew Jordin could hold her own, but damn, seeing this spunky side of her had me grinning ear to ear. Sydney’s face was pretty much the color of her white dress. Fucking awesome.
“I’m sure he has. He is a hands-on type of a guy.”
The look of death I gave Syd had her staring at me with wide eyes. “That’s enough.” My frustrated tone matched my expression.
“He’s helped me out on a few occasions as well. Haven’t you, Noah bean?” She swiped her hand across my cheek and smiled all too knowingly at me.
Fucking bitch! Evidently, she wanted to test me. Unfortunately for her, she had picked the wrong Dorian to fuck with. I brushed her hand away with disgust. I didn’t know where it had been nor did I want it on me.
“We practically grew up with Syd.” I wanted Jordin to know Sydney meant nothing to me. She was a childhood friend. I was pretty sure Jordin could tell something was up, though, by the awkward silence that fell upon the group. I didn’t understand Syd’s intent or timing. And if Derek’s furrowed brow and tightly pressed lips had anything to say about it, he was equally pissed.
“We certainly have. We’ve experienced a lot together.” Her focus shifted back and forth between me and Derek.
Stupid bitch! I needed to get her alone so I could tell her to shut the fuck up.
“Come on, Syd. Let’s go get a drink.” Derek angrily took hold of her hand and pulled her away from us. It seems she had forgotten which brother she’d come to the party with.
“That was fun.” Harry was more than sarcastic. I couldn’t have agreed with him more.
“I’m starving. When’s dinner going to be served, Noah?” Rhonda changed the subject, clasping her hands in front of her, her brow raised by her obvious discomfort.
“It shouldn’t be too much longer.”
With that, my aunt made the announcement that the guests should make their way outside.
“Good timing, babe. Shall we?” Harry slipped Rhonda’s hand through his bent arm.
“We shall.” She smiled, eagerly stepping away with Harry.
We followed them outside and took our seats. My aunt, being her organized self, had made seating arrangements for the guests.
I scanned the room, spotting Syd at the bar, getting a refill.
“Jordin, please excuse me for a minute. I’m going to get a drink. Would you like something?”
“No, thanks. I’m good.” I could sense she was withdrawing.
“I’ll be right back.” I made sure she was settled at the table first, changing a few things around so she was seated next to Rhonda. She was the safest in the bunch, and I could trust her not to say anything stupid.
Derek gave me a fist bump as we crossed paths.
“Hey Syd.”
Her eyes opened wide, her lips curled up seductively. Did she actually think I was here to flirt with her? I fucking wanted to wring her neck right now, but I couldn’t make a scene at a family gathering, especially with Jordin present.
I ordered a drink even though I didn’t want one. I just wanted the opportunity to speak with her in private.
“What in the hell is going on with you tonight?” My tone indicated I wanted answers.
Her little smile disappeared, her arms crossing over her chest defensively. “What do you mean? What’s the problem?”
She knew damn well what the problem was. I wasn’t about to play any more games with her. Once had been more than enough in this lifetime. To this day, I still regretted the stupid decision I had made to accept her invitation years ago.
“You know exactly what I mean. What’s with all the private innuendos?”
“I’m just having fun. I don’t see the big deal.” She shrugged her shoulders, feigning innocence.
“Clearly. You’re here as Derek’s date. Why don’t you start acting as such?”
“Derek and I are buddies with benefits. You know that more than anyone. He doesn’t mind my sarcasm.”
“You might be surprised. In either case, I do mind. It’s disrespectful to Jordin. I would appreciate it if you’d please stop.”
We stood with our backs to the bar, side by side, facing the guests. I tried my best to hide my anger from the crowd, but she could definitely hear it in my voice.
“Oh, stop being so dramatic, Noah. I’m only playing around. You used to like playing around too. Since when did you become so uptight?”
I had to breathe to reel in my emotions before responding, because I was so done and over this. “Just stop being a bitch to Jordin.”
She faced me. “Excuse me? Fuck you, Noah. I don’t owe you or your date anything. I don’t even know the girl, and I can bet you barely do either, so get off my case.”
Her speech slurred during her little rant. Th
is was great, just fucking great. Sydney and alcohol were a deadly combination.
“You might want to consider taking a break from the bar as well.”
“I’m perfectly fine.”
Yeah, right. The problem was when Syd got drunk, her mouth had no barriers. I sighed with agitation, leaving her and her booze alone at the bar together. I had left Jordin long enough. I needed to get back to her.
During my return trip to my table, none other than Grace and her mother approached. Fuck me. What next?
“Noah, how lovely it is to see you. You look wonderful. I’m sure you remember Grace?”
Mrs. Berlin had the subtlety of a deer in headlights.
How could I forget Grace? How could I forget silencing her moans while fucking her on the chaise by the pool just several feet away, or her sucking my cock over by the dock where guests now stood, taking in the beautiful lake behind the house? Yes. I remembered Grace all too well. Just not in the way the two women standing in front of me had hoped.
“Yes, of course. It’s so nice to see you both. Thank you for honoring my uncle’s retirement.” I smiled attentively.
“We wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I’m sure you and Grace have a lot of catching up to do, so I’ll leave you two. Enjoy.”
And off she went like a bat out of hell. This night was getting better by the minute.
“So it seems like you’ll be spending more time at the publishing company.”
With her mother now gone, Grace’s body language was filled with sexual heat. Fuck.
“We’ve been preparing for this change for quite some time. It’s all good.” I glanced over at my table to see Jordin sitting quietly with her hands tucked into her lap while the others laughed and talked. I needed to ditch Grace. And fast. “It was nice to see you, but I should get back to my date. I’m being rude.”
“Why don’t you give me a call sometime? I’m back in town on a permanent basis.” She had hope in her eyes.
“That’s good to know.” I smiled and walked away hurriedly.
As I approached the table, Syd was sharing intimate stories about her sexcapades with me and my brothers.
What? Mitch had fucked her too? This was news to me. Nasty info too.