by Faith Starr
He nipped on my ear, kissing his way down my neck, his hand holding my body snuggly against his, his erection pressing into me.
His fingers glided over the slippery surface of my chest, plucking at my erect nipples. It was both delicious and a bit painful at the same time. I closed my eyes to relish the moment in its entirety.
After giving both breasts equal pleasure, his fingers followed the imaginary line down my abdomen, over my belly button, to the small patch of hair below, and down a bit farther, to where the water sprayed against me. His fingers lightly skimmed over my hypersensitive flesh, stopping between my folds.
I breathed in as much oxygen as I could in the steamy confines of the shower. It wasn’t easy. The man sucked all the air out of me in the most scrumptious way imaginable so there was never enough to satisfy my lungs, nor my longing for him, for that matter.
His finger, possibly two, entered me. The quantity wasn’t important because it was the perfect amount of fullness. I ground my hips against his hand, asking him to go deeper so my mouth wouldn’t have to say the words. All that did was increase the pressure of the water pulsating against me, since it was now about an inch in front of me.
Christ. Why hadn’t I ever thought of masturbating in the shower before, with something other than my hand? Here I had spent so much money on vibrators over the years when I had something just as useful in my bathroom.
He cupped my chin and turned my head so he could kiss me. Meanwhile, he must’ve adjusted the setting on the device because the water pressure became stronger, more powerful. My legs almost gave way. I held on to him to steady myself, all the blood in my body pooled between my thighs, leaving the rest of my limbs weak and my mind not wanting to concentrate on anything else.
The rhythmic glide of his fingers only intensified the experience, one that rapidly became an out-of-body phenomenon, my body light as a feather, tingly all over, warmth cascading over and through it.
“Ah. That feels so good, Noah.” That was the understatement of the year.
My hands locked tightly around the back of his neck, my head rested against his hard chest, and my eyes locked shut as the glorious ache gained in intensity, spreading throughout my entire body, my orgasm now reaching its peak.
Noah held me so I wouldn’t slip. Not that I could focus on remaining upright anyway. The only thing on my mind was the overwhelming feeling of goodness consuming me. And it did. It was pure yummy from head to toe, and I never wanted it to end.
“Ah.” Another soft moan escaped my lips. My jagged breaths did their darndest to take in more air.
When I gathered my bearings, once again rain poured down over us, and his lips touched mine. Holy shit.
“My turn.” I wasn’t sure if I had any energy left to expend, but I damn well wanted to find out.
My legs didn’t like the job I gave them of turning me to face him but my eyes enjoyed the new view. His body was chiseled and athletic. I admired every single inch of it. From the light patch of hair across his chest to his six-pack abs to his rock-hard erection, it was all a masterpiece. Wow! And he was the most delicious amount of thickness and length.
My legs got a reprieve in their weakened state. I got down on my knees. I moved my hand up and down his shaft a few times, the appetizer. For the entrée, I kissed the mushroom tip and took him entirely in my mouth.
His fingers dug into my hair. I angled my head back slightly to give him more leverage, getting off on the roughness of him tugging on it.
My fingers danced up his abs, sprawling out over his pecs, then returned to join my mouth. I closed my eyes, exploring the texture of him with my tongue. If the magnitude of his hardness had anything to say about it, I knew he wouldn’t last long, so I changed things up. I skated one hand around to his ass, his behind just as magnificent as his front. I encouraged him by pushing him forward so I could take him deeper. My gag reflex must’ve been on hiatus, because it wasn’t complaining one bit.
My other hand found a different job. That hand had the privilege of cradling the soft flesh underneath. His sac was so delicate, a feeling of power and control filling me. He gathered my hair in a bun and held on to it, moans escaping his divine lips.
It was such a heady feeling my mouth wanted to check it out for itself. My tongue glided down the shaft, going straight to his balls, where my mouth took one ever so gently inside it, using the utmost of care. My tongue swirled around his soft skin. Double Yummy. My hand had been correct in its assessment. The taste of him was something I couldn’t get enough of. If I could’ve consumed him in his entirety, I would have.
“Jordin.”
My hand came forward from his ass and pumped him. His hand covered it, the two of us working together in perfect unison.
The small sac to the left tasted just has flavorful. I cupped the one I just abandoned so it wouldn’t feel left out. I kneaded his swollen flesh delicately in my palm, my mouth still feeding on the other.
“Fuck!” he cried out.
His pull on my hair forced my head back. For some reason, the gesture made me hotter, wetter.
His cock tightened underneath my hand, his grip controlling the pace of our unified movements. The speed increased, his breathing did too.
Warm liquid shot out on our hands. I released my mouth and hand from under him.
Peering up at him, I cleaned my hand under the running water. He had his head tilted backward, his eyes closed.
“That was fantastic, baby. Where did you learn to give head like that?” His beautiful blue eyes opened and stared into mine.
“I guess Derek was right. It’s just you bringing out the beast in me.”
He pulled me up to a standing position.
“I’m glad to hear that, because that felt fucking incredible.”
His words had me smiling, matching his own satisfied grin. Noah made me feel both sensual and beautiful.
He held my cheeks in his hands and unleashed his tongue inside my mouth. What a perfect start to brighten my day.
68
Noah
“I’ll be at the office all day. Will you call me later with an update on Casey?”
I stood by and watched her dress in a pair of slinky underwear. Christ. She had to stop bending over like that in front of me.
“Sure. She’s supposed to be getting discharged today. Either way, I’ll stop by the hospital. At six I have a well-deserved session with my therapist in my department building. Hey, did I tell you that Casey’s asshole father called me a bitch and warned me to stay away from her?”
All motion on my body’s part ceased. Had I heard her correctly?
“He also told me he doesn’t want me to go to the club anymore. Can you believe that? It disgusts me to look at that man or be in the same room with him.”
“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Did you just say he called you a bitch?”
She slipped on her pencil skirt and buttoned it. “It’s just a word, but he also grabbed my arm. It hurt too. The jerk.”
What? No. No. No. This was not okay.
“He tried to blame me for Casey not wanting to work at the university. All I did was tell her to live her own life. What a terrible friend I am. He also said he doesn’t like mixing business with pleasure. Gosh, if he knew we were romantically involved, he’d probably shit himself. Hmm, maybe I should tell him.” Her brows went up, mischief in her eyes, a devious grin taking shape.
“That motherfucker put his hands on you?” That was pretty much all I heard from what she said.
“Just one, but yes, I told him I was going to scream if he didn’t let me go.”
How could she clip up her hair and not feel the same amount of rage as I did about this?
“And did he?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
I sat on her bed. “I think I might just have to cancel his club membership. I won’t tolerate anyone treating you with disrespect.”
She approached me and placed her hands on my cheeks. “You don’t have to do that. He
’s running scared because I have information I could use against him and destroy his reputation.” She kissed me, then padded to her closet, coming out with a pair of shoes.
“When I see that prick, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself. He better never lay a hand on you again if he knows what’s good for him.”
She sat next to me on the bed, putting her shoes on. “You know, the more I think about it, the more I’m leaning toward taking the internship at the clinic. I love what I do there, and Sloan has put such a nasty taste in my mouth that whenever I walk into the offices on campus, I feel somewhat repulsed.”
“That’s a shame, but you need to do what makes you happy. Maybe a clean start’s the way to go.”
She stood and went into the bathroom to spray on perfume. Mmm, I loved that smell.
“Yeah, there’s way too much drama in the department for my liking. I’m going to speak with the doctors at the clinic to get more information about the position and find out if there’s a salary. Some internships don’t provide one.”
If I had my way, she would live with me and not have to worry about her financial situation. I could more than provide for both of us with plenty to spare.
Where the fuck were these thoughts even coming from? I didn’t think about shit like this. No woman had ever lived with me. Not even Abby. It was hard enough for me to allow her to sleep in my bed next to me, which was rare and caused many arguments.
“You okay?”
Was it that obvious the anti-Cupid tried to possess my thoughts?
I buttoned up my shirt. “I’m good, but I do have to take off. Please call me if you need to talk. And please eat.”
She walked me to the door, and I took her in my arms.
“I will. I promise. And thanks again for being here with me last night. It meant a lot.”
It meant a lot to me as well. In fact, I wished I didn’t have to leave so I could continue to hold her like this. Pussy.
69
Jordin
This time when I closed the door behind him, I didn’t feel lost and confused. I had a clearer picture about the status of our relationship. A word Noah was terrified of. I patted myself on the back for speaking up and setting boundaries, and the best part was that he agreed. I couldn’t be happier.
After leading group, I had a private session with Karina.
“The last time we spoke you were uneasy about the conflict that arose between two other women during group. How’re you feeling today?”
She sat sideways, facing the wall. “I’ve been better.”
“Would you care to elaborate?” I sat patiently in my chair, waiting for an answer. She pulled her feet up on the chair and hugged her knees to her chest.
“I used, Jordin. I fucked-up.” She rested her head on her knees.
“I see. Did you inform your sponsor about it yet?”
“No. I wanted to speak to you first because I feel like shit about it.” Her voice sounded muffled. It didn’t help that her mouth was buried on her knees, but I understood her enough to get the gist.
“Are you still using?”
“No. I stopped.”
“That’s good to hear. What made you stop?”
She acknowledged me. “I felt angry and didn’t know what to do with the feelings so I used. But strangely enough, using didn’t make me feel better. I thought it would like it used to, but this time it didn’t.”
My smile was so bright she would probably need to slide down the sunglasses that rested on top of her head. “What an invaluable lesson you learned. Drugs won’t take away your feelings. They might suppress or numb them temporarily, but they’ll still be there once you’re clean and sober. In addition, now that you’ve had some recovery under your belt, you know where using will lead you.”
“I know, but I still feel like shit for relapsing.” She put her feet down and nervously tapped them on the floor.
“I’m ecstatic that you feel that way. It means you’re taking your recovery seriously. An important question I have for you is what made you feel so angry that led you to use in the first place?”
“Jealousy.”
“Jealousy? Jealousy about what or whom?” Not the answer I expected.
“Of a friend.”
“What is it about this friend that made you feel jealous?”
“I guess feeling that she has what I want.”
“And what is it that you want?”
“The perfect life.”
“Perfection doesn’t exist, Karina. You know that as well as I do.” I sat forward to emphasize the importance of my point.
“She’s as close to perfection as it gets.”
“What is it about her that you find so perfect?”
“Her confidence. She doesn’t use drugs to solve problems. She’s got her shit together, unlike me.”
This was one of those teachable moments, and I didn’t want to screw it up.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re working hard to get your life back on track. And this experience is a perfect example of how drugs won’t help you to do so. With each step you take in your recovery, your confidence will build. Just keep in mind that you never know what’s going on in another person’s mind. The most put-together person could be a mess on the inside. Your job is to remain focused on yourself and on your recovery. It’s great that you have a friend who you admire and who has qualities you’d like to see in yourself. By doing all this hard work, you can make those qualities become a reality for yourself as well.”
Well said. I patted myself on the back, not literally of course.
“How is it you always turn a negative into a positive?”
“Because that’s how I look at life, and you can too. It’s all in your perception of how you choose to view events. Dark-colored glasses will always make things seem worse and more difficult to deal with than they actually are.”
She slammed her fists on the armrests in frustration. “I want that attitude!”
“It’ll come. Just give it time. Is there anything else you would like to discuss today?”
“I fucked another guy.”
She was just full of surprises today. I leaned back in my chair and crossed my ankles. “Was that while you were intoxicated or sober?”
“While I was high.”
“Okay. That’s something I want you to think about. Men, like drugs, won’t fix you and can be just as toxic. It’s important to respect both your mind and your body.”
“I know.” She focused downward at her shoes.
“Are you going to call your sponsor and go to a meeting tonight?”
She nodded. “Yes to both.”
“You’re on the right path. You might not see it, but I do.”
“I’m glad one of us does.”
And with that, I wrapped up our session. I floated into Dr. Reddy’s office when we finished. I wanted to schedule a meeting with him and Dr. Symons to discuss my possible internship with the clinic. He seemed thrilled that I was seriously considering the offer, which made me feel even more ecstatic about the opportunity. We would meet later in the week.
What a great day it had been. Noah was an angel sent from above. My session with Karina was enlightening. The group I facilitated ran smoothly. I had a meeting about a possible job scheduled for later in the week. Not to mention Noah had given me a mind-blowing orgasm in the shower earlier. It was no wonder I smiled from ear to ear when I walked into Casey’s hospital room.
70
Noah
Uncle Phil was finishing up a meeting when I entered his office. A few handshakes later, I sat in front of his desk. He closed the door and sat as well.
“You wanted to see me. What’s going on?”
“I wanted to have a chat with you.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off the pen he tapped rhythmically on his desk. He was up to something.
“Sure. Is everything okay?” I crossed my leg over my knee, shaking my foot.
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“What do you mean you hope so? What’s wrong?” My foot now shook on high speed, like a thirty-three-inch vinyl record playing on seventy-eight.
“Derek informed me that the woman he brought to dinner the other night is a detective. He said she’s working undercover at the club to investigate a public official. Would you care to elaborate?”
And here I thought I had done something wrong. My foot stopped all motion, no longer needing to expel nervous energy.
“Sure. Some undercover agents came to the club to speak with us. They said they have reason to believe that one of our members is taking bribes and engaging in dirty politics.”
“That doesn’t sound like a good situation for the club to be involved with.”
The pen moved in between his fingers. Guess he had his own nervous energy to expend.
“I know. We’re cooperating with the agents and are in high hopes they’ll get the information they need and then get out.”
The emotionless expression on his face meant one thing and one thing only—disappointment.
“Why didn’t any of you tell me about this?”
“Apparently, Derek did.”
He puckered his lips. “I count on you, Noah. You’re the backbone of the group.”
Oh shit. Not this again. My foot was back in motion. “I think you’re underestimating Derek’s abilities.”
“Oh, he’s a smart man, don’t get me wrong, but he’s not as sharp as you. You have both my and your father’s genes.”
Did that mean Derek and Mitch didn’t? My fingers tapping on the armrest now matched the shaking of my foot. I hated how he put me on a pedestal. Sure, it was gratifying and all, but it was also a high standard to live up to.
“I appreciate your confidence in me, but I would keep an open mind about Derek. He’s sharp too. More than I think you give him credit for.” Mitch, not as much.
“I never said he wasn’t sharp. You are all smart men, and I’m proud of all of you. I hope you know I love you all the same and consider you to be one of my own.”