by T A. McKay
My lips connect with her nipple, making my eyes close as the tight little bud slips between my lips. She has full breasts, a perfect handful with little rose coloured nipples. Feeling them tighten as I tease them with my tongue makes me groan, and I swear I can feel it all the way from my balls. Her back arches, pushing her breast further into her mouth. I could spend all day just sucking her nipples, but I need to move on, I need to show her what I can do with her body.
I run my tongue down the centre of her stomach, feeling her muscles quivering under it. I smile, relishing having this power over her. I feel fingers working their way into my hair. I run my finger down the rest of her body, lingering just above her pussy, but not touching anything that will give pleasure.
“I don’t think both hands are on the headboard, beautiful. I will give you this one chance to do as you’re told.” I can hear the arousal in my own voice, letting her know that I’m getting as much from this as she is. The hand moves instantly, and I look up to see her grab hold again.
“Good girl.”
Madison
I don’t think I'm going to survive what Noah is doing to me. I wonder if I'm going to think that every time I'm with him. Last night tested my stamina, my ability not to come when he touched me, but today I think he’s going to test those limits fully. Not being able to see has me guessing where the next touch will be, what he will touch me with, and every time I think I know what is about to happen he does something different.
My knuckles must be white with the strength I’m holding onto the headboard with, but it’s the only way to keep my hands there. I'm sure that if he was to punish me it wouldn’t be with pain, it would be with pure pleasure, it always is at his hand. I'm not a virgin, Noah had taken care of that when we were younger, but I wouldn’t call myself sexually knowledgeable or experienced. I’ve only been with two other men, and they didn’t exactly rock my world. I’ve always thought my memories of Noah were exaggerated, my memory making them something they weren’t. Now though I’m inclined to think they were right, and he has gotten better with age.
Pulled from my thoughts by a bite on my hip, making my body jump but not in pain. A tongue follows the teeth, soothing what little pain there was, but it does nothing but illustrate that my skin is now super sensitive. I feel something brushing against my pussy, tickling the edge of my opening, making me pant with anticipation. I feel a sheen of sweat break out over my body and it has nothing to do with the heat of the room. It’s all Noah.
He removes his fingers, losing all contact with my body. Silence meets my ears and I start to feel anxious, not knowing if he’s still there or not. I try to hold my voice, not letting him get the better of me but I just can’t hold it in anymore, I need to know he’s still there.
“Noah?” My voice is quiet, barely audible but he hears me. I feel the heat from his body as he moves over me, his body the length of mine but not touching. I shiver, feeling the anticipation flow through me. I need Noah so badly, I can feel my whole body craving his touch.
“Tell me what you want, Beautiful.” I try to focus on his voice, listening to what he is asking but it’s too difficult, my body feels like a live wire and it’s ready to spark at any minute.
“I need an answer, Madison, what do you want?” I take a deep breath, trying to form and answer.
“I want you, Noah. Just you.” As the last word leaves my mouth I feel fingers slipping inside me, taking my breath away. I feel him breathing against my lips as I lie there and pant.
“Is that what you wanted? Is that enough?” I feel his fingers rub over the sensitive spot inside me, if my eyes had been open I know they would have rolled back into my head with pleasure. I grind myself against his hand, trying to get some friction on my clit.
“Uh uh. Not until you answer my question.” I groan as I feel his fingers leave my body, leaving me feeling empty, a feeling that I don’t like.
“No … yes … oh God, I don’t know.” My mind is like mush, my whole focus being on my body. He’s being cruel trying to get me to answer questions. I feel something nudge against my opening, making me open my legs wider, praying that he will slip his fingers into me again.
I'm rewarded, but in a better way. I feel the pressure against me again briefly before he slips his dick inside me. I’m so wet it doesn’t take much pushing until he is sitting deep inside me. I cry out when he is fully seated inside me, my body relaxing, accepting his size easily.
“Is that what you wanted? Did you want to feel my dick deep inside you, rubbing against you, making you come? I want to fuck you, Angel. I want to feel your wetness run down my balls as I pound into your tight little pussy.” I tighten the muscles in my pussy, trying to stave off the orgasm that’s about to happen. His words are so filthy and for some reason they make my body react in the best possible way.
“Noah, please. Fuck me, show me how much you want me.” He moves out of my body, but before he slips out fully he slams back in again. The cry from me is loud enough to shake the windows, but I don’t want him to stop. Every time he slams into my body he pushes me closer to orgasm, my body accepting and loving everything that he’s giving me.
He pulls the belt from my eyes and I blink against the sudden brightness. Once my eyes have become accustomed to the light I look up and straight into his eyes. My breath gets stuck in my throat as I look. The only thing I can see in his eyes is pure love. I feel tears building in my eyes from the happiness and contentment I’m feeling just now. He uses his thumb to wipe away a tear that escapes, all the while still moving inside me.
“I need to see you, I want to see your eyes.” His pace increases as a fire starts to burn within my belly, my muscles clenching tightly. The sounds coming from him are turning me on even more. I love to hear the noises he makes in pleasure.
“Noah, I'm going to come.” I can feel it rushing towards me. I’ve had this building for so long now that I know there is no way I can hold off, I'm going to come very soon.
“Wait for me, Angel. Oh God, I can feel it.” His pace increases again, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chases his release. He reaches up and takes one of my hands, grasping it tightly in his. I hold on tight to his fingers, not wanting to lose that contact as I feel my body giving in to the orgasm it craves. I scream out, never having experienced such intensity from sex before. When I cry out I feel Noah’s body tighten above me before he groans with his release, his hand tightening on mine to the point of pain.
He drops his head to my neck, breathing rapidly against my skin.
“Oh my God. That was fucking …” I laugh when he stops midsentence, obviously trying to find the right word.
“Epic? Awesome? Absolutely fucking amazing?” He laughs against my neck before lifting his head to look at me.
“That’s the one, absolutely fucking amazing.” He leans down and kisses me, letting the kiss deepen as he continues. I know I shouldn’t but I feel the stirrings of passion inside me. Noah must feel it too as gets harder whilst still inside me.
“I think you might kill me, Angel.” I smile against his lips. What a fantastic way to go.
Noah
After another love making session in the shower, we finally managed to get dressed and into the car. We’re late getting to Mason’s house to see them, but with the memories of the shower in my head I really don’t care.
I knock on the front door, waiting for someone to answer. Madison was worried on the way over, not sure where she stood but I told her straight. She’s mine and I don’t care who knows. I had tried to hold her hand when we left the car but she told me she needed to text Tash, I'm not sure it was the truth but I let it go…for now. Mason opens the door, a huge arse smile on his face. Having both his girls home is obviously making him a very happy man.
“Welcome! Even though you’re both late, in you come.” I walk in the house, punching Mason on the arm as I walk past.
“Good afternoon to you too, jerk. I would love to stay and chat with you here, but there
are far more attractive people in there I want to talk to.” I feel the slap to the back of my head, grinning to myself for getting a reaction from him so quickly. It’s my aim in life to annoy Mason, his life always seemed so perfect so I need to make it a little less perfect.
“Fuck you, it’s only Rocco who’s in there. All the girls are upstairs.” I sort my hair by running my fingers through it. Before entering the living room I shout over my shoulder to Mason.
“I didn’t say I meant the girls.” I blow him a kiss before entering the room.
I see Rocco when I enter and he’s shaking his head at me.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” I laugh before taking a seat on the couch and turning, looking for Madison.
“He’s easy to rile. What can I say, it’s fun.” Mason enters, but he’s on his own. I sit forward seeing if I can see Madison behind him, but he is completely on his own.
“He enjoys it because he’s an arsehole. Madison went up to see Quinn’s nursery, I didn’t think you would want to go.” I sit back against the couch, trying to look like I wasn’t just panicking about her disappearing. I’ve only been with her for a few hours and already I'm turning into one of those guys I always swore I wouldn’t. The kind of guy that changes his life to be with a woman, the ones that follow their girlfriends like they have a hold of their balls.
I try to act relaxed but when I hear the girls returning to the room my heart races. I was only away from her a few minutes and I already miss her. Fuck. I think I may just have lost my balls like Rocco and Mason. Madison smiles as she enters, joy dancing in her eyes. She sits next to me on the couch and I can’t resist leaning over and kissing her. Her soft lips part and allow me entry. I really can’t get enough of this girl.
When we break apart I notice the silence in the room. I turn my head, wondering what’s happening. What I see is four people staring at me. I’m not sure what I’ve done, but apparently it was something shocking.
“What? Why are you staring?” I hear Madison giggling at the side of me and I realise what’s going on. I turn and look at Madison, loving the blush that’s worked up her cheeks. She’s looking down, avoiding their stares but has a smile on her lips. Mason is the first to break the silence, which doesn’t surprise me.
“Ok, if no one else is going to say it, I will. What the fuck? When did you two start sucking face?” He turns to Rocco, a serious look on his face.
“How long was I out of the loop? This isn’t something you tell me?” Rocco raises his hands in defence, turning back to look at me before answering Mason.
“Whoa, chill. This isn’t something I knew about. Noah, why isn’t this something I know about?” I can’t help but laugh watching them. You would think that I had just announced that I was a secret cross dresser, not that I’m finally back with the girl they know I love.
“No one knew, and it only just happened.” I reach out and take Madison’s hand in mine, entwining our fingers.
“We finally got it sorted out. I grew the balls that everyone told me to get, and I finally told Madison that I loved her.” I smile at the group of people surrounding us. I'm not sure why they look so in shock.
“It’s not that shocking people. Stop acting like it wasn’t going to happen. Can we just get on, stop acting all dramatic.” I’m saved from any more interrogation when a small cry comes from the moses basket in the corner of the room. Thank you, Quinn. All the women rush over to fuss over her, including Madison who couldn’t get off the couch quick enough. What is it with women and babies? I stand and follow Mason and Rocco into the kitchen.
“We’re better in here. They could be a while with Quinn. This is feeding and nappy changing time and I'm sure they will all want to take part. I swear babies make women lose their mind.” Mason speaks so much truth in this moment, I almost forget I need to annoy him. Almost.
“Is that why Niamh finally gave in to your advances?” As he turns slowly to glare at me I try to suppress the laugh but I just can’t. I hold up my hand, knowing there is a good chance I’m about to get hurt.
“I'm kidding. Just pulling your leg. We all know it was the size of your dick, you have told us often enough.” Mason nods his head, obviously happy with my response.
“Exactly, and don’t you forget that. Anyone want a drink?” He makes himself useful by getting us all drinks while we chat. Mason tells us about how good a baby Quinn is, but also mentions that he has a case of blue balls and how he doesn’t think he will survive. All in all, it’s more information than I need. Sitting at the kitchen table we all have a drink before Rocco focuses on me.
“So, you want to tell us how it happened?” I smile, knowing it’s probably driving him crazy that I haven’t told him anything about it. I take a nice slow drink from my glass and watch his eyebrows pull together in a frown and I decide to put him out of misery.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist. It only happened last night…and this morning…twice.” Mason groans next to me and I turn to look at him with a shocked look on my face.
“Really? Mr Blueballs doesn’t like to hear about my sex life? Bite me!” I turn back to Rocco, trying to ignore the biting noises coming from Mason’s direction.
“She went out on a date last night with this loser and I realised I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t watch her with another guy. I said I was done and went to leave, she stopped me and told me she loved me. But fuck me, I have no idea how she watched me with Judi for so long. Watching her stand next to another guy for two seconds drove me out of my mind. I wanted to knock him the fuck out.” Rocco holds his fist up for me to hit and I do as he laughs.
“I’m right there with you, brother. Do you not remember how messed up I was when I saw Makenzie out with Josh. It fucked with my head so badly, hell I nearly killed her in a fight with the other guy.” I laugh, thinking how far he has come in such a short time. He really has grown a lot since he met Makenzie, and she’s good for him, making him face up to his feelings. Mason elbows me from the side, grabbing my attention.
“Dude, watching the woman you love with another guy brings out the caveman in us. I hate to tell you though, it only gets worse. I think I drive Niamh insane with how protective I’m and I'm not even sure when it happened. It’s even worse now Quinn’s here, I swear I'm going to one of those psycho dads that refuses to let his daughter date until she’s thirty.” I laugh at him, knowing that he isn’t lying even a little bit. I would be the same with a daughter. I can’t help but wind him up a little though, it’s what I do.
“But have you seen her? Your daughter is stunning, Mason. She’s going to have a queue of admirers the length of your street. She’s going to attract every guy at school, probably all the players too, you know the ones like you.” I give my best innocent smile, trying to pretend that I'm not goading him into an argument. The funny thing is he genuinely looks scared at the prospect of Quinn dating someone like him.
“Fuck you, Noah. You keep talking and I’ll throw you out. No one needs trash talk like that.” I let out the laugh I was trying to hold in. He really is just too easy to get the better of.
“Who’s getting thrown out?” We turn and see Niamh walking into the room carrying her daughter. Mason pushes his chair back quickly, grabbing her by the waist and making her sit on his knee. He snuggles into her neck before telling her off.
“You shouldn’t be carrying the little one. You’re recovering.” She kisses him gently on the lips, showing how much love they have for each other.
“I'm not broken, carrying my own child is allowed, baby. Stop worrying.” As I watch them I feel arms wrapping around my shoulders from behind as Madison rests her chin on my shoulder.
“Hey, Angel. Everything okay?” She sighs a little, her eyes going back over to Niamh holding Quinn.
“Yeah, everything’s great.” I kiss her cheek making her smile.
I look around the table at Mason who is quite literally holding his whole life in his arms, and looking so fucking h
appy about it. At Rocco is sitting snuggled into Mackenzie’s neck, whispering in her ear. She’s blushing making me think that my little brother is making promises for later, ones that aren’t PG. I squeeze Madison’s arms and she tightens them around my neck. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy, I'm surrounded by my family and they’re all happy with their lives. It’s in this moment I think back to Madison’s question, where I want to be in five years. I have my answer now. I want to still be wrapped up in Madison's arms like now, but I want to be her husband and I want at least one kid with her. I want a family with the woman who has held my heart for almost half my life. I’m so in love with her, I don’t think I would ever survive without her.
Chapter Eighteen
Madison
“What do you want to do today?” I snuggle back into the hard body that’s lying behind me. Since our first night together, Noah hasn’t been back to the spare room. I don’t think either of us can face being apart. It took us a long time to get here and I want to make the most of every second of it.
I feel his lips brush against the side of my neck and I can’t help the reaction my body has. It has only been a few hours since he woke me with his tongue between my legs but I can’t seem to get my body to control itself when he’s around.
“I need to go into work today. I’ve missed too much recently. I need to make up some appointment with my regular clients.” His teeth bite into my skin. Leaving a little pain when they leave. Noah knows exactly how to work my body, he takes it to the limits of what it can handle and then leaves me screaming for more.
I roll away from him, tugging at his arms until he has no choice but to let me go. If I don’t move away from him now, there’s a good chance I’ll be late for my first appointment. I hear him groan from the bed as I make my way into the bathroom, turning on the shower to warm up before looking at myself in the mirror. My hair is a tangled mess, but my eyes are shiny and I have a rosy blush on my cheeks. Noah brings the best out on me, and looking at myself I can honestly say I look like a woman in love. I laugh at myself as I have these poetic thoughts. I must think I'm living in a romance movie, but my story is probably a bit naughtier than the usual story.