by Jess Epps
My breathing finally slows and I pull back to look at him. Do I ask if he's okay? I've never taken anyone's virginity. Was he really? Technically, I mean? No...maybe? I don't care.
He's mine.
Before he helps me off of his cock, he pulls out and pushes himself back in, watching our orgasms move in and out of me. When he helps me off of his lengthy shaft I tiptoe over to the bathroom to clean up. A few minutes later he walks in, butt naked and hard. After he cleans himself up, he kisses the back of my head and goes back into my bedroom. It’s dark outside; I can tell through my bathroom windows. We’ve been at this all day. I’ve missed ballet rehearsal and Ms. Lindsay is going to be furious, but I don’t care. Today was picture-perfect.
I wash my hands and walk back out into my bedroom. He’s lying on my bed, face down, with my favorite, fluffy pink blanket strewn across his fine tush.
I can't help but giggle at him. "Noah?"
"Mmm?" he groans into the pillow, muffling his voice.
I walk over timidly, pulling on my pink satin robe. Getting up on the bed, I lean down and kiss a small freckle on his back. God, it's the sexiest freckle. I find myself wanting to lick him everywhere. "Are you okay?" I ask quietly.
He rolls over onto his back and pulls me down to him by the tie-string on my robe. "I'm great."
He wraps me in his arms and pulls me on top of his chest, moving my hair out of my face.
His good mood is infectious. I don't really know where this is going...us. But at the moment, this is all I want. I look up at him and smile while my chin rests on his chest. "Are you sure you've never done that before?"
"I'm sure. Shit, I didn't even ask if you wanted me to stay. Shit, I'm not good at this."
I feel my eyelids fall heavily. Fighting it as hard as I can, I speak softly, "Of course I want you to stay."
He hums and I feel his chest vibrate against my cheek.
I think he’s tired too. He reaches his arm out and pulls the pink blanket over the two of us before wrapping his arms around me, holding me on top of him.
I'm completely comfortable lying chest to chest with him, my legs in between his, with his hands at my back and butt. I hope he's comfortable too because I'm not moving.
This is my spot.
His breathing shallows out and I know he’s asleep.
I smile sleepily because...Fuck! He's so cute. So sexy and so, so...perfect. I allow myself to close my eyes and take a quick nap before I wake him again.
Noah
I THINK I’VE been inside her three times since she took something from me that no one has ever ventured to take. I remember falling asleep with her on top of me then waking up to her lips rimmed around the head of my cock. I fucked her then we passed out in a tangled mess of limbs. My cock woke me up a few hours later, so I rolled her over and kissed her soft skin until she woke up so I could take her again. Then there was that point in the night where she showed me just how flexible she was. And yeah...I fucked her good.
Her body is a fantasyland, the one that I've fantasized over many times. She's got the tightest little cunt I've ever tried to fuck, yet she's the only one who's been able to take me. I can't keep my lips off of her...or my hands for that matter.
The feeling of being ensconced inside of her gorgeous, warm pussy was overwhelming. Every solitary stroke of my cock inside of her tight, wet, beautiful channel was significant. She never once made me feel inadequate… The entire evening has been incredible. She lost complete control with me; I think she might have forgotten her own name as an ocean of ecstasy flooded her repeatedly.
I've made women come by any means necessary, but the way Heather looks at me when she comes is breathtaking.
We’re in the shower right now and I’m about to take her again.
I have her pressed against the glass, kissing her neck as the hot water hits my back. She’s a horny, wet, slippery mess with little drops of water on her peaked nipples. Grabbing one of her legs, I haul it up and place her ankle behind my back and above my naked ass. She’s looking at me, pleading.
“Noah, I have to get to the ballet studio.”
I growl against her neck as I sink my teeth into her. “I’ll make this fast, baby.”
Her body is overtaken with goose bumps as I line myself up to her tight cunt and push my ridged cock into her, stretching her out again. I don’t need to stretch her out every time because my cock has been inside multiple times since I’ve arrived. The sex over the last twenty-four hours has been entrancing.
The sounds that come out of that mouth of hers fill the glass-enclosed shower, her moans surrounding me. I could come just listening to her orgasm. She's fucked my world upside down, and now I'm fucking her inside out. I'll be damned if I let her leave me for ballet rehearsal right now.
We’re all mouths and teeth, kissing desperately, wanting to feel each other in every way possible. Her hands grip my hair as our lips are smashed together.
I’m pounding her hard and she’s beyond sensitive. She comes almost instantaneously. I join her as she pulses against my cock. My lips move down from her lips to her neck where I sink my teeth into her wet skin. Damn, I love biting her.
We’re still for a few minutes as we try to catch our breath. I slowly slide out of her and kiss her until her heart’s content.
She's completely wrung out, and I can't say that I'm sorry about it. It makes my cock hard just knowing that I can wear her out like that. Hell, I'm surprised she can even walk right now.
“You are going to get me in so much trouble!” she squeals as I grasp her ass.
“Should I go to your studio with you? I’ll make sure no one messes with my girl.”
She stops rinsing the soap off of her body and looks up at me. “Your girl?” she questions.
“I mean, yeah.” I say, washing my hair. Does she not want that?
She leans up and kisses me swiftly while I have both hands in my hair. “Your girl.”
I catch a shy smile before she turns around and finishes showering, wringing out her hair. My eyes roam down her body and linger on her ass. That ass. Damn. I'm like a horny teenager again, one who's recently discovered free porn on the Internet.
She gets out of the shower while I’m rinsing off and disappears into her bedroom. I decide to turn the water onto cold to finish up my shower, so I can say goodbye to her before I bend her over and take her from behind.
A few minutes later I walk out into her bedroom then downstairs to her kitchen with a white towel around my lower waist to make her coffee. Does she drink coffee? She had dropped her phone in her coffee…so she must drink it?
I’m looking around her kitchen for a coffee maker, and I come up empty-handed. She comes down two flights of stairs from her bedroom to where I’m standing. She’s wearing what looks like a pink one-piece swimsuit and some tight fucking leggings.
“You don’t have a coffee maker? I was going to brew some for you.”
“Uhm, no. I have a thing for Starbucks drinks.”
I chuckle and shake my head.
She winces as she takes a step in my direction and I frown, fear spilling into my gut. "Are you okay?" I walk toward her, unsure of what I should do.
“I…uh…I'm just really, really sore," she replies then turns away from me and rummages through her purse.
I grin. Damn right you are.
I walk up behind her and cup her ass. “I’ve got to get some shit done today then I’ll get a hotel room. I don’t plan on leaving New York anytime soon.”
She quickly turns around on her toes. I'm surprised when I see her reaction: she's ecstatic. "Really? You're staying in town? For how long?"
Her smile is contagious. She keeps showing me glimpses of her personality, whether she realizes it or not. Up to this point she's been guarded and reserved, but I can see it; she can't hide shit from me.
“I’m thinking about getting an apartment. There’s not one single reason for me to be in Arizona anymore, and one damn gorgeous reason to be h
ere.” Damn…I’ve literally just made a decision to move across the country to be with her.
I can feel her eyes on me. She's quiet for a few moments before she speaks, "But…what about your mom? And the bar?"
"She's not my mother and I’ve decided not to take the bar in Arizona since I was denied. I'll try again here."
She looks at me with those gorgeous jade green eyes, and I think I’ve confused her.
“I’ll tell you about it later. Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”
She nods and her cheeks turn a pale pink color. “I’d like that, Noah.”
I fit my hand to the small of her back, pulling her against my body. “Have a good day, ballerina.” I kiss her like she’s never been kissed a day in her life before she leaves for practice.
Noah
MY TWO HEADS are now solely concentrated on her and that sweet ass upon walking into her bedroom. When I make my way back up to Heather’s room, it’s like the first time I’ve seen it. The huge windows are the first things anyone would notice, completely taking up the far wall in her room. On the right-hand wall, her large king-sized bed with white leather headboard sits. At the end of the bed she has a white leather bench…I fucked her on that too. A few good feet from the foot of her bed on the adjacent wall, is a gas fireplace. It was on and glowing when I arrived and carried her into the room. There is a large crystal chandelier hanging above her bed. The colors are neutral and white, but warm. The only color in here comes from that pink blanket of hers. She likes soft things. The white rug under my feet is soft as hell.
I'm pretty sure that I've never slept so well in all my life. Who knew that a down topper could lull you to sleep like that? It also muffles any sound. We've fucked all night on this bed and not once did I hear a squeak. The only noise was from the sheets rubbing against our naked bodies, and her ball-gripping moans.
Without snooping around, I glance around the room to gather information about this woman who has my head and balls in a vise-grip. She’s so damn perfect it’s ridiculous.
I smile to myself as I pick up my clothes from the floor. Taking my phone out of my sweatpants pocket it buzzes and comes to life. An Arizona number that I don’t recognize is calling. Ignoring it, I check all of the missed calls and voicemails.
I’ve been gone for all of one damn day. Shit!
Every single one of the voicemails and missed calls is from Mae. She’s asking for forgiveness, asking that I come and see her so we can talk, and telling me how much I mean to her…how much she loves me. If she loved me she would have never taken me.
My Galaxy starts buzzing as Joel’s name appears on the screen.
“Joel,” I say as a greeting.
“Noah, I’m glad you answered. Listen, this shit has blown up and I need you to get back to Arizona.”
“I’m not going back—that I can assure you about my life. The rest of it is up in the fucking air somewhere.”
“I understand that you must be going through a lot right now, but I need your head in it,” he says.
“You have no motherfucking idea what I’m going through.” I take a seat on the white leather bench and run my hand through my wet hair. She’s my only damn reprieve. She’s the only thing that will numb the pain and I’m not leaving. I need her like my body needs water.
I can hear him exhale loudly. “Listen. According to the federal code 18 U.S.C. § 1201, Mae is facing a Class B felony offense and is looking at one to eight years in a federal prison.”
“That’s it? Eight years max for kidnapping?”
“Unfortunately yes. It wasn’t considered a Class A-1 aggravated felony because you weren’t physically abused or molested. You weren’t, were you? We cannot charge her with the other kidnappings. She hasn’t admitted to them yet, and she never crossed state lines with the others.”
“No, I wasn’t. Why are you telling me all of this?”
“She raised you, Noah. She’s part of who you are today.”
That is none of his fucking business! “I don’t give a shit,” I say, knowing that I don’t mean it. Mae has always been my one constant in life, and now…she’s gone. Everything was a lie.
“My sincere apologies. I don’t mean to intrude. I just thought you should know. She is being charged with kidnapping. And now we wait for a trial date. I believe there are media crews surrounding your apartment in Tempe, Mae’s house, and the diner, as well.”
“All right. You should know that I’ll be breaking the lease on my apartment. I’ve decided to move to New York. I’ll get a moving crew in as soon as I can. As for the house and diner, both of those are in her name…if that’s even her name.”
“It is. Mae Ryan.”
“Speaking of names, have you figured out who the hell I am, or do I need to hire a private investigator?” I ask impatiently.
“Noah, I need you to calm down. This shit is insane, and stupid, and all kinds of fucked up. There are so many damn records to go through.”
“Yeah. I realize that. Twenty-nine years of records. Just keep me updated on the trial. I’ve decided not to press charges against her on top of the federal charges. I won’t add to her hurt.”
“You’re a good man. You need to talk to her at some point…”
I interrupt him, “Hell no, I don’t. I won’t. I’m not the least bit interested.”
“I understand. During an interrogation yesterday, Mae decided that she would plead guilty. She didn’t want you to be ashamed of her.”
“It’s a little too late for that, man. I need to go. Call me when you find anything else, please.”
“Will do. Get some rest.” He hangs up.
With a few strokes of my finger, I get to my voicemail and hit play on one of Mae’s messages.
“Oh my Noah. It’s me, sweet boy. It’s your Mae. I understand that you are extremely upset with me right now, but son…I love you. I always have and I always will. You’ll always be my boy, Noah. Please come and see me. I can’t say much over the phone, but I will answer any questions you have for me. Please, sweet boy. I love you. I’ll call you again when they let me use the phone. Goodbye.”
I hang up and start pacing the length of Heather’s room while I call a moving company in Tempe, Arizona. Once I get the move scheduled, I call Coen.
“You’ve reached dipshit,” he answers with a laugh.
“Hey man…”
The line goes silent for too long before he finally speaks again.
“I saw the news. I can’t believe what she did; that’s completely messed up, bro. Where are you?”
“I’m in New York City. I needed to get away, far away from her.”
“That makes sense,” he says and I can tell he’s thinking about the situation at hand.
“I need to ask you for a favor.”
“Shoot.”
“I’m going to mail you the keys to my truck and apartment. Can you run the apartment keys to the leasing agent and sell my truck? The papers are in my safe under my desk.”
“Fuck, dude, you really aren’t coming back, are you?”
“Not a chance in hell.”
“Well, shit. I’ll take care of that mess for you. Is there anything else you need?”
“No,” I say. “Thanks, man, I owe you one.”
“Nah, you don’t owe me shit, Ryan. I’ll let you know when it’s done.”
“Thank you, fuckface. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Live it up, asshole.”
He hangs up and I put my phone down on her bed. I need to sleep.
I pull on a clean pair of sweatpants before grabbing my headphones. I hit play on my playlist then get back into her bed. I know I told her I’d get a hotel room, but I like the way her bed smells. Lying face down, breathing in her scent and closing my eyes, I pass the hell out while listening to “Titanium” by Madilyn Bailey.
Heather
CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. I was so late to ballet today. Mistress Lindsay is going to kill me. I can’t tell which hurts wor
se, stretching when I’m sore or being stagnant. I’m going over my very precise choreography, but I keep messing up. He’s stuck in my head. I shut my eyes and inhale deeply. Oh, those lips of his. He knows exactly how he makes me feel and I love it. I’ve never had so much sex in a twenty-four-hour period.
I've caught myself checking my phone over ten times today. He hasn't told me where he's staying at yet or for how long. What he said today threw me for a loop. I'm so confused.
Wait. He said I was his girl. What does that even mean? His fuck buddy? That he’s claimed me? That…he’s my man? I wouldn’t be opposed to the latter. I quickly grab my phone and text him and then Dani.
I hope you’re finding your way around New York.
I hit send and then type out the text to Dani. He’s here! He’s in New York.
I'm biting on my nails nervously waiting for Noah's reply when I hear Nik walk into the studio. You can't mistake his Russian accent and his voice makes me cringe internally. I thought he was going to miss practice, but he’s later than me. Ugh, I hope my practice time is over soon. I don't have the energy to deal with him.
A text comes in from Dani: WHAT! He came to see you? Heather! He must have a thing for you too. What man flies across the country for someone he doesn’t like?
Nik walks up behind me then, when I’m all giddy about Dani’s text. I can feel him breathing against my neck. I whip around on my toes. “Leave me alone, Nik!”
“Well, Heather, you must have missed me. You weren’t here yesterday. We had a rehearsal together.”
I roll my eyes and brush past him. "I was busy."
“Busy? Mistress Lindsay is pissed that you missed it. So am I.” He’s following after me now. “I wanted to get my hands all over you again. Have you changed your mind about my cock?”
I stop abruptly and turn around, pointing at his chest. "You are so disgusting! I will never sleep with you.”