It Was Love (Taboo Love Duet Book 1)

by V. Theia

  “You were made to be worshipped, Sena.” He half-grinned and winked.

  “Then worship me.” Or fuck me like you mean it. My grin was swallowed by his tongue in my mouth. I loved his kisses, they’re forceful and gentle and each one stole my sanity until all I was is the flavor of him in my throat. He repositioned me under him, shamelessly I made room for him by spreading my legs and he settled into the space. We’re groin to groin. It’s epic agony. I want him inside me five minutes ago.

  “I want this, Sena.” Something exceptional bloomed in my chest at his sincerity. Kisses rained over my cheeks. Soft, careful, tender kisses. They made me feel worshipped. They made me feel, period. The grab and grind move that came next was nothing tender about it at all. Not when his dick was heaven friction set on fire. I moaned into his mouth, biting on his lip, he kept right on moving between my thighs, his fingers made quick work to rid me of my sleep shorts and the tank top until I’m naked and ready for him.

  “Please.”

  “I will. So much pleasing, Sena.” Hot, drugged kisses, he pulled my head back to kiss my throat, down my chest he captured a nipple and my moan this time was watery and needful. I whimpered please ten million more times.

  Noah’s face was thoughtful when he kissed back up my body. He braced over me. A titan sex god, breathing as hard as I was, and I took my fingers along his jaw, gazes held, seeing each other in these new phases of ourselves. For long silent minutes his hand stole between my thighs, stroking into my soaked pussy.

  “I want this.” He repeated and I’m not sure if he meant my wet pussy or the new relationship between us. Either way I wanted both.

  “I want you.” I told him. So, fucking much I’m blind from my need.

  I’m so well attended to, he slipped in right to the pubic bone with hardly any warning. I felt Noah in the pit of my stomach and the back of my throat. His size is extraordinary, and it was impossible not to wince at first as I adjusted and took all of him. My heartbeat increased when he started moving after grunting my name and asking if I was okay. He always checked first, like I would ever say no when he was inside me.

  The achy tightness was heaven.

  By mutual accord we moved together. Fucking each other in a desperate bid to chase the pleasure we hungered for. Our rhythm fast, hard and sloppy-perfect. Noah pushed down, and I lifted to meet him. It was so fast, the pleasure blasted both of us almost immediately. I couldn’t see for how good I felt. I’d waited days for this connection again. Was it the same for Noah? I’m too distracted, maybe too timid to ask the question.

  When he grabbed my ass cheeks in both hands, angling me up from the bed into his thrusts his cock grazed a place inside me that turned me blind, his name was torn out of me as I came and came and came. Noah followed me seconds later, with every hoarse grunt pressed to my throat he filled me down below with warm liquid. My arms banded around him and I enjoyed the last staccato pumps that brought Noah to a slow pause on top of me and we relaxed into two boneless bodies. “Fuck. Sena,” he chuffed sex-air against the hollow of my neck before lifting his head. Eyes, gorgeously heavy-lidded roamed my face. “Did I hurt you? I fucked you like an animal, I should have—”

  “It was perfect.” In between haggard breaths blistering knocks lashed my subconscious, reminding me I let my vagina take over before I got any real answers.

  “Felt so good. Never been that good before.” I preened like he’d handed me a gold trophy. He peppered a kiss between my boobs, “you’ll be sore, sorry.”

  “I’m not sorry,” I chuckled. “It was amazing.” And we know why a second later when he slipped out of me and his pleasure followed. “Damn. No condom,” Our eyes met. He didn’t look worried so much as hesitant to how I’d react. “I’m clean, kitten. I never fuck without a rubber.”

  I smiled kissing his chin. “I trust you. I take the pill.” I suppose it should have been a talk we had before the actual raw sex. But then as proven, Noah and I were not conventional in any shape or form.

  I felt so good floating on the ceiling that I could almost ignore the tickle in my skull to go again and enjoy his cock inside me bare, but as Noah started up, hummed and laid a necklace of kisses around my neck.

  I blurted, “Are you still gay, lion? What does this mean? I’m so muddled because this...feels good.” I snorted an embarrassed laugh, silly really when I still feel him dripping out of me onto my inner thighs and we’re pressed as close as two mating humans can be.

  “I like fucking you, kitten.” Heat filled my face. Noah’s never censored his words. He says what he thinks and means what he says. His gaze trapped me in the blueness as he gave me his Noah smile. The smile that fisted my belly.

  “Are you asking if I’m suddenly gonna be screwing all women now? No. I’m still queer.” His lip quirks at the edge, that sexy as fuck smirk that fluttered nerves through my belly.

  Now I’m as confused as ever.

  A queer wanted to fuck me.

  But then…

  He brushed my hair from my eyes with light fingertips. “I wish I had better answers for you, so I don’t cause this cute frown right there.” He kissed between my eyes and rolled to the side, so his full weight wasn’t crushing me, but we stayed connected, his hand palmed my pooch belly and he rubbed me gently. “I want you, Sena. Hell, I probably shouldn’t even say it.”

  I frowned. “Why not?”

  His thumb continued caressing my forehead and so as not to get distracted by his touch, before I climbed all over him, I moved it aside. Noah moved onto his back, an arm under his neck, he turned his head on the pillow to face me. “I have no fucking answers, only feelings. You’re beautiful and smart and funny and you’re the person I can’t envision ever being without.”

  My heart stumbled.

  “I don’t want to say the word confused because that’ll just piss me off.” His scowl had me chuckling. Talking about his emotions is probably the worst kind of talk Noah could ever have. “I’m far from confused about my sexuality, Sena. Not about this. Not about you.” I wanted to ask what he was confused about since that’s the sense I was getting, but I don’t say a thing. My tongue happened to be glued to the roof of my mouth.

  “I want this.” He kissed me softly.

  “I want you.” Lips coaxed. I opened and let him in, he breathed, and I took his air.

  And then we don’t talk. We’re too busy kissing, too preoccupied with my hand around his cock leading him to my entrance and then too busy moaning into his mouth as he shoved in on one hard push.

  ~*~*~

  That’s how the next couple of weeks went.

  When we weren’t working we were together. Mostly naked.

  We were just Sena and Noah as we always had been. We watched football together, we went to two hockey games. I had several nights out at his clubs, we hung out with a movie. I helped him choose birthday gifts for his family.

  It’s as though we’ve placed ourselves in this weird stasis where our relationship didn’t change much but it also changed a shit ton because sex became part of our day as much as breathing. And it was all consuming can’t-rip-his-clothes-off-fast-enough kind of sex. It’s quick and furious going at each other hard. His place, my place. The elevator. The club office. The stairwell of our building. We took risks having sex in places we shouldn’t.

  But we never actually addressed what we were doing again.

  He wanted me. That’s as much as I know.

  And when I begin to worry about it, there’s always Noah to distract me.

  His lips moved over my neck from behind, his hands pushed under my shirt to palm my boobs and I’m no longer thinking about anything.

  Worries replaced with a sexual longing that just never quit.

  Not when Noah is pushing inside me.

  It is bliss and it is heaven, and it’s the kind of happiness I’ve always wanted.

  TWENTY-TWO

  “You look fuckable tonight. Are you wearing panties?” Noah’s full palm covered my back
side, squeezing a little, testing out my pantie line, for which I had none. My outfit matched his suit subtly in a lighter shade of blue, the multi-layered lace skirt hit me mid-thigh and ruffled in the breeze. The top was fitted to my form and cut off one shoulder and it accentuated across my bust. I love it, it’s one of my dresses that make me feel like a princess instead of the geek slob I was most days.

  Because it’s been a constant flux of design and computer geek work the last couple of weeks, I’d started to resemble a hermit in VS sweatpants so when a party invite came through my inbox I pounced on it and forced Noah into going with me.

  Surprisingly he agreed, and I chose which suit I wanted him to wear. It’s deep blue with a slight silk shine. I teamed it with a button down crisp, white shirt and a vivid blue and white splash pattern tie and tan shoes. He looked so fucking edible I kissed around his throat for a minute smelling his fragrance.

  This, if I were not mistaken … felt like a date.

  A real date, not one spent naked under the shower crying out from a finger-fucked orgasm date.

  Going out together in public for the first time It feels like an incredible big deal. Least, to me it does, but then I’ve allowed my delusions to spin a myriad of scenarios these past weeks.

  For a queer who was now getting the wet and tight from a woman Noah was extraordinarily blasé about the whole thing. I was still waiting for him to bring up the topic of where this all was going and thanks for the fucks but I’m going back to dicks now conversation.

  I knew he was still talking to Tom, I’ve seen that dickdouche’s name appear on his texts a few times and it makes me feel sick to my stomach because I haven’t brought it up with Noah. Ever.

  Oh, hey. So, Tom’s back? A few times, right after Tom texted, Noah went out. It could be a big coincidence but it’s one of those things I’ve pushed inside a box and buried in the back of my mind.

  I hate avoidance. It’s making me ill.

  But again, for tonight, with Noah so handsome in his suit, hands slid into his pants pocket while he waited for me, I let the avoidance reign once more.

  Noah is a beautiful man, men want him. But he’s also an honest one. If he hasn’t told me about Tom, then I know there’s a reason. I can wait.

  He thought I looked fuckable. A flush crept up my neck, filling my face with much delighted heat I wanted to howl a tiny bit. Not even going to lie. I loved his praise and the way his eyes skimmed over my attire.

  Noah’s attention is addictive.

  I am wearing panties but now I kind of wish I wasn’t.

  “You have the manners of a tom cat.”

  His smirk was villainous. “I love when you get southern.” Strong fingers skimmed down my hip. Possessively. And I wondered where this side of him has been hiding. “You get one hour to be a social butterfly at this thing, eat canopies, sing Happy Birthday, then I’m taking you home.” He rasped into my ear in a tone I didn’t misunderstand, bending his impressive frame so his instructions only reached my ears. Sending the nastiest hot, horny shudders down my thighs all the while unaware people had no idea what Noah just said as they exchanged greetings, or just how turned on I was. He didn’t touch me in any way indecent, just his hand on the base of my back and I’d swear he was licking me all over.

  My breath hitched. “What happens once we get home?”

  Like I needed to ask.

  I wanted to hear him say it.

  Nonchalantly, with his rust voice he told me. “It will start in the car, I’ll make sure you’re wet enough at the apex of your thighs because the minute we reach my apartment your feet won’t touch the floor for a long time, Sena. I have energy to expel and I intend to do it pumping you deep and fast. On the bed, over the coffee table, against the kitchen counter. Anywhere I can push into your too-tight pussy under this dick-tease of a dress. Am I being clear enough for you?”

  Oh, god. I could come right now.

  The words lightly brushed against my ear were meant only for me and had the effect he was intending when I inhaled hard enough I practically cause a tornado to sweep through the hotel’s event room.

  Tables decorated in the softest rose gold pinks, balloons and beautiful flowers dotted everywhere giving a warm ambiance to the entire space, music played, the sounds of laughter and animated conversations amongst the two hundred and fifty strong guest list.

  And I don’t take in any of it.

  Because all I can think about now is getting Noah under my dress that teased his dick.

  A very smirking Noah watched my face go through the gambit of emotions.

  The imagery had me wild.

  “Take me somewhere.” My belly went through a series of flips and warm rolls.

  His brow arched. “What, right now?”

  Amusement stroked through his rich vocal cords and I handed him my flute of champagne. I wanted my hands on him in the worst way.

  What a dirty one-tracked mind I’d developed in recent days, when just a suggestion from him and I was ready to overlook it was very good friend’s thirtieth birthday party.

  Okay, she wasn’t that good of a friend. I knew her through another friend and yoga class, but surely it was considered bad manners to leave a party to hook up.

  Noah’s fingers tightened on my hip forcing my gaze up.

  Need looked back at me.

  As far as the birthday girl was informed my plus one was only a friend.

  A friend I wanted to climb and impale myself on right now in front of parents and helium balloons. “Meet me in the lobby in three minutes.” He told me casually and walked off leaving me there with my underwear bursting on fire.

  His informal dominance released a flow of wetness to a place so hungry for him it was a wonder I was not banshee calling for all and sundry to hear.

  The bonfire in my abdomen spat flames.

  Longest three minutes of my life.

  I’d never done this before. Skipped out of somewhere for the sole purpose of hooking up. Wicked and sinful excitement had my fingers jittery as I checked my phone clock six million times.

  Thankfully fate was on my side because the birthday girl was accepting gifts right when it was time to slip out of the room.

  My feet carried me into the spacious lobby while my heart banged around my chest.

  Oh, there he was.

  Standing godlike by the elevator, arched brow watching me approach.

  The man was too much of everything.

  Big and handsome.

  Dark and a little strike of danger.

  “Exactly three minutes.” He smirked slipping his arm around the back of me right when the elevator doors dinged open and announced it was at ground level. He ushered me inside and pressed a button, again the mechanical female voice told us we were heading to the Eleventh floor. “Did you book a room?”

  I couldn’t see this type of high-class hotel renting by the hour, how Pretty Woman.

  I felt a little dirty.

  I smiled at the thought which quickly turned to a violent whimper dragged from my windpipe when his hand travelled from my back down to my ass, squeezing through my ruffled skirt. God, if he were to lift the hem and dip below my thong he’d feel how soaked I was.

  My eyes quickly searched out a camera in each corner of the elevator, seeing none didn’t mean there wasn’t a hidden device somewhere. He nipped my ear. “I know the manager,” naturally he did. “He gave me a room key,” of course he had.

  “Did you tell him it was to hook up?” Leaning into Noah so he could give me a more thorough ass pat.

  “I said I had a quick bit of business I needed privacy for.” A devil smirk twitched his upper lip. He looked like a damn rogue pirate ready to pillage an entire village. “I wasn’t lying. We will be quick.”

  Me being the village.

  “So bad.” I grinned. The door opened, and he escorted me out, keeping his hand on the bottom of my spine as we made our way down the fifty miles long hallway.

  “You’re about to fin
d out how bad. Telling me to take you somewhere so I can pound you? You don’t know what you’ve done, Sena. The fast fuck you’re about to get, you’re going to think a desperate man is using your little body for his own pleasure. You’ll be left wondering if I’ve forgotten how to take your sex gently.”

  Every puff of air left my lungs.

  Good thing Noah was leading me, I don’t think my watery knees would carry me to the room by myself.

  I got a big clue to Noah’s meaning the moment he used the electronic key card and he showed me in like a gentleman without a devious thought in his head. He slammed me back against the door, his mouth fixed to mine, he gave me no choice but to open when his tongue demanded entry.

  No one ever kissed me the way Noah does; like he was taking my very essence out of me every time his tongue swept over mine. “Breathe,” he commanded nipping my lip.

  I won’t ever tire of his kisses. His lips. His mouth. His body on and in mine. How he used his tongue against mine was erotic and I’m caught in his desire web. Rough then soft. Gentle and commanding. His mouth was everything.

  That is until he used his body.

  “Through here,” he growled against my lips, half-dragging half-carrying me toward the bathroom. I dropped my purse in the living room and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt to hold up my shaking spine, all focus landed on the rough man pushing me against the bathroom counter with the wide mirror and twin gold sinks.

  We were two leashed savages.

  Desire crackled the air surrounding us.

  This was my best friend and it’s like I’m getting to know him all over again. I love this side to him, the side to the man I’ve never seen and quickly addicted to.

  What am I saying? I’ve been addicted to Noah, even without sex, since day one. Now that addiction is nuclear, boiling me from the inside.

  I feel unhinged and unmoored and all I want is him.

  His eyes so deep-set and filled with want caught my breath. He at least took the time to unzip my dress and he helped me step out of it, thank god one of us was thinking clearly or I would have walked back to the party like Monica Lewinsky.