Noah

by Jennifer Foor

  I followed his direction, lying on my back, but never taking my eyes off of his. Butterflies traveled from the tips of my hardened nipples to my toes, centralizing right between my legs. I gasped when I felt the chilled liquid being poured into my belly button.

  Noah reached down and slurped it out, lapping up the residual amount that had run over onto my sides.

  The champagne was cold, which in turn made my pussy become hotter. It was crying for attention and Noah was about to take care of that dilemma. He took the outside of the bottle and rubbed it between my legs over my sex. The freezing cold glass made me jump when it hit my sensitive skin. I took a deep, shocking breath and looked down at what he was doing. A smile formed across his face while he played with the tip of the bottle, as if he were going to stick it inside of me. “Don’t.” It was freaking me out.

  He chuckled. “Darlin’, I won’t hurt you. Close your eyes and relax.”

  “Don’t you dare stick that bottle inside of me. I will kick the shit out of you.”

  I put one of my feet onto his shoulder. The bottle moved away from my pussy as one of his hands grabbed ahold of my leg. He tickled my ankle with his stubby face before kissing it. Then he made his way up to my calves. I took my other foot and ran it underneath his balls, letting him know two could tease.

  His hand pressed firmly over my skin as it worked it’s way to my inner thigh. I could sense his fingers so close to where I wanted them to be. My breathing intensified and I panted knowing it was about to be touched again.

  Noah sat up and tilted the bottle, letting the champagne drip over my hot muff. The cold liquid caused me to jerk my body. Noah leaned down and licked it away. He moaned something as he did it, causing the sound to vibrate off of my skin. When he sat back up, I felt my lower folds being separated. He smiled and bit down on his lip while watching himself pour a few more drips in between my folds.

  I felt so turned on that I reached up and began touching my breasts, watching myself doing it.

  While he focused on the lower part of my body, I massaged and gave the top equal attention. It didn’t take him long to notice what I was doing. Within seconds he was all about watching me. I stopped what I was doing and arched my body. He brought the bottle to my lips, pouring out so much that it trickled down the front of my chest. Before I could complain for him to be more careful, he was licking from my stomach up, paying close attention to my nipples that hadn’t been exposed to champagne.

  Obviously he liked what he was doing, because he took the bottle and poured it directly over one breast. With his whole mouth, he sucked on my tit. When he finally released his hold on my skin it was a darker color. I wanted him to do it again. Our lips met and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I wanted to be close to him, albeit he wanted to keep playing.

  He pulled out of my hold and backed up enough to sit the bottle down. He then grabbed my legs and spread them apart, so far that I was almost doing a split. He got up on his knees perfectly positioned to enter me easily.

  Except he didn’t.

  Noah slapped his cock over my pussy, making a clapping sound. Then he grabbed the bottle and poured it over his cock in turn rubbing the liquid over my sex. I reached my hands up and dug into the pillows above my head, feeling like I was going to explode with desire.

  I could feel my pussy responding to every single action, but had no control of what happened next.

  He held his cock and spoke as he rubbed the wetness over my clit. I leaned up on my elbows and watched him touching me there. “I’m goin’ to fuck you so good, woman.”

  I was ready. He could do whatever he wanted and I would have been okay with it. “Yes. Do it.” I sucked on my bottom lip. “Show me.”

  He pulled away and laughed. “Nah, you’re not ready enough.”

  I had no idea what he meant.

  I was ready to beg.

  Noah took that bottle and downed a good bit of it without stopping to breathe. He handed it to me and stood up off the bed, holding his hand out for me to take. “Stand up.”

  I did as I was told and got up. He was still too tall for my pussy to be directly in his face, but it was certainly close. After taking the bottle and sitting it back down on the cart, he put both hands on my ass and cupped them. I could feel his little tug and my sex being shoved against his mouth.

  Air.

  I felt it being blown against my clitoris. The sensations traveled from my pussy to my nipples. Noah watched me, relentlessly, while touching my breasts. I reached into my mouth and wet two fingers before running them over the brown of my hardened buds. His eyes became heavy as he watched.

  My pussy was still crying for attention, and he knew it. He reached between my folds and felt the result of his teasing. “This is what I want. You’re so wet for me.” He rubbed my clit with his thumb. “I’m goin’ to fuck you so hard, Shalan.”

  Waves of anxious pleasure overwhelmed me. I was ready to lose it and we hadn’t even begun. He buried his face into my hot, wet sex, causing me to cry out loudly. I felt my feet and body being lifted off the bed, but I couldn’t hold my eyes open to be sure. The next thing I knew the hard dresser was pressing into my ass cheeks. Noah pulled away, only for a second so I could adjust. He stood up straight and got into position, slapping me with it again.

  The tip of him sat where it needed to be. I wrapped my legs around his waist and reached for his neck. He pulled my hair from the back, giving him an ample view of my neck.

  I could feel his teeth dragging up my skin, and the heat of his breath against it. He made his way to my mouth and devoured my lips with his. I could taste myself, which only turned me on more knowing where they’d been.

  He reached up and pinched both of my nipples with his fingernails while our tongues continued to mingle, finding a common pattern of movement.

  He then entered me, shoving his thick shaft deep into the walls of my pussy. I pulled away from his kiss to take a deep breath. He jerked inside of me harder, reaching for my lips again. I didn’t fight him, instead feeling completely lost in what was happening. I was too turned on to fight with the size of him. I needed this to be happening.

  Noah started grinding into me harder, slamming the dresser against the wall to the next room. He got into a pace, and the knocking sound was quite obvious of what we were doing. I knew the people in the next room could hear us, and it turned me on.

  I cried out, “Don’t stop. Harder,” all while trying to catch my breath.

  Noah kept pinching me, so hard that I swore he was breaking the skin on my nipples. The more he did it, the better I liked it. I started bucking my body against his. The moment I heard his manly moans I about lost it. Just hearing him react to how good it felt sent shivers down my spine, and heat everywhere else. Our lips kept meeting in rough kisses where our teeth clanked together. I reached my hands underneath Noah’s arms and dug my fingers into the skin on his shoulders, while feeling his teeth biting on one of my ears. The warm air filled the canal, giving me goose-bumps. I cried out and lost myself. The sheer pressure and speed of what he was doing was too much to withstand. My body lost all control and my toes curled. He knew I was in my own frenzy, but kept going, possibly even faster. The slapping, the banging on the wall, and the way it felt to be fucked so hard was more than I could handle. I screamed as waves of pleasure showered me.

  Noah followed behind, finally tightening up and leaning his head against mine as he caught his own breath. Our lips met in a slow kiss that felt more filled with emotion than the whole encounter. While he began to relax, my body trembled beneath his. I’d never had orgasms like he’d given me, and my body didn’t know how to react to them.

  Noah carried me over to the bed, just as the phone to our room started ringing. He sat me down before picking it up. “Hello?”

  “It won’t happen again.”

  He hung up and fell onto the bed next to me, not even addressing the call.

  I sat up and ran my fingers over his skin. “What was that abo
ut?”

  He wiped his face with his hands and turned to face me. Like mine, his fingers traveled over the tips of my breast. “Apparently our neighbors want to get some sleep.”

  I smiled and leaned in to feel his lips on mine. “Oops.”

  “Don’t regret it, Shalan.” He took my hand and kissed my fingertips, one at a time. “I could get used to havin’ you in my bed.”

  “So don’t leave. Stay here with me. Ride this wave with me. Let’s see how far we can get together.”

  “You and I both know they don’t want me. They want you.”

  “I’ll make sure that we’re a package deal.” I knew we had so much to learn about each other, and that I wanted to have the time to see where we could go. Even with his temper, Noah was the best man I’d ever known. I hated the idea of doing all of this without him, even when I’d always done it before. If being with him felt so natural, I could only imagine how amazing we could be with time under our belt. “I’m not asking you for your hand in marriage, Noah. I’m asking you to see where we could get if we went into this business together.”

  “It’s not that easy, you know, leavin’ my family. I thought it would be when I left. Now I’m wonderin’ if they’re all right. What if I’m meant to be a rancher for the rest of my life? Shalan, my parents are happy with their lives. They want for nothin’ and we don’t have to worry about anything either. I just don’t know if becomin’ a singer is somethin’ I could get used to. I’m just a country boy.”

  “We could be the next Sugarland or Thompson Square.” I was pulling out names, in hopes that he would change his mind. “Please.”

  He had no reason to owe me anything. All along I knew we were two people in passing. I never expected anything more, until now.

  Noah pulled me into his arms and held me there. I lifted one leg and let it fall over his. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

  I closed my eyes, feeling content with having him so close to me. “Okay.”

  It had to be, because there was nothing else I could do about it.

  Noah

  I woke up in the middle of the night to take a piss and noticed my phone was vibrating across the floor. It must have fallen out of my pocket when I’d taken off my jeans.

  The number was familiar, so I walked into the bathroom to answer it. “Bells?”

  “Noah,” she was crying. “Where are you?”

  “I’m in New York. Why? What’s goin’ on?” I was freaking out that something bad had happened to my grandmother or someone else in the family.

  “We had a fight.” She began to sob so hard I couldn’t hear what she was saying.

  “Bells, calm down. Are you home?”

  “I can’t go home like this, Noah. I can’t let them see.”

  “See what?” Now I needed to know. I could feel my fists clenching before she even confirmed it.

  “They can’t see my face. They’ll call the police.”

  I wanted to raise my voice, but knew Shalan was sound asleep in the other room. “Where the fuck are you, Bells?”

  “I’m in my car at the state line. I started to drive to Kentucky but didn’t want the family to see me like this. I don’t know what to do. He didn’t mean it, Noah. I swear he didn’t. I made him so mad at me. That’s all. He just lost his temper. I went there to piss him off. He didn’t know it was me. It’s my fault.”

  “Send me your damn location. I’m leavin’ now. It’s goin’ to take me a while to get to you. Is there a hotel you can stay in for the night? Does he know how to find you?”

  She cried harder again. “No.”

  “Can he search your phone? Don’t lie to me either.” I was going to kill that mother fucker for hurting her.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Send me the address of the hotel and the room number. Stay put and don’t turn your damn phone back on after that. Do you hear me?”

  “Please don’t yell at me.”

  “I’m not yellin’.” I couldn’t or else I’d wake up Shalan. “Just do what I say for once.”

  She agreed and we hung up. When I walked back out into the room, I saw her lying there, so innocent and beautiful. Shalan wasn’t some woman I’d picked up for a good time. We’d shared so much in such a little time.

  When she woke and found me gone it would end anything we’d started. She’d never forgive me for abandoning her, and I didn’t have time to explain how important my cousin was to me, or that I was the only person she could turn to. My family needed me, and it was at that moment when I knew where I had to be.

  I gathered my things quietly, and wrote a note that I left on the small table in the room. She’d never forgive me, but at least I wouldn’t have to see her face when she realized I wasn’t coming back. Not only did I need to take care of Bells, but my dad had given me an ultimatum. As much as I didn’t like the idea, I knew I was obligated to return to the ranch, and everything that came with it.

  It took the valet around twenty minutes to find my truck and bring it out front, and in that time I swore she was going to come downstairs and find me. I think a part of me wanted her to. I longed to see that beautiful woman again, smiling and touching me in any way possible. I knew it was just an infatuation, but I liked her, probably more than I ever should have let myself.

  Once I was on the road, I checked my phone, got the address from Bells text, and set my GPS. It was going to take me a good seven hours to get to where she was, and without a proper night’s sleep it was going to take everything I had to stay awake.

  I made it about four hours before I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. Unfortunately, for the first time in her life, Bella had listened to what I’d told her and turned off her phone. Since I couldn’t get a hold of her, I called the hotel that she’d gotten a room at. The phone rang four times after they’d patched me through to the number.

  “Hello?”

  “It’s me. I need to stop and sleep for a bit. I’m dog tired and I can’t make it without rest. You alright there until I get to you?”

  “Yeah. I’m probably just going to sleep all day.”

  “Keep your phone off. If anyone calls from the family I’ll let them know you’re fine.”

  “Okay.”

  I started to hang up when I heard her talking. “Thank you, Noah. I know you’re pissed at me.”

  “You’re damn right I’m pissed. This shit has got to stop, and if you’re not willin’ to do somethin’ about it, then I’m goin’ to take matters into my own hands.”

  “Please don’t.”

  “I’m takin’ a nap at this rest stop. I’ll be there later tonight. Stay put.”

  “Love you.”

  I sighed, unable to be mad enough to not say it back. “Yeah, love you too.”

  We hung up and I turned off my truck, leaving the windows cracked enough that a cool breeze would travel inside while I slept. After getting as comfortable as the truck would allow, I put my hat over my face and closed my eyes.

  It would have been nice if I could think of other things aside from killing my cousins ex, or Shalan waking up to an empty hotel room. At least I’d left her with everything I had in my wallet, as well as the room paid for the rest of the week. I’d left my number, but knew she wouldn’t bother calling. I’d let her down, money aside. She wouldn’t have wanted it if I’d asked. In fact, I was pretty sure she’d hate me more for leaving it behind.

  I woke a few hours later. The sun was bright coming in through the windshield. My mouth felt dry and my skin was sticky when I wiped it, reminding me of the champagne I’d consumed from Shalan’s body. I stared at my phone, knowing damn well she’d found the note and my number that was written on it. If she was going to call and ream me out, she would have done it already.

  She hated me.

  It aggravated me so much that I knew I’d be able to begin driving again without falling asleep. I started on my way, blaring the music so loud to hide my own anger from myself.

  Every song that
played reminded me of Shalan. It didn’t matter if it was Country, or Rock. The words came out of the speakers as if they were meant to hurt me. Then I heard the beginning of one of the songs she’d sang by Joplin. It was unusual to hear such an old song playing on the radio, so of course it was like someone was sending me a sign of my wrong-doing. I turned down the volume and beat on the dashboard, taking out my frustrations on the truck. I cursed and cut myself down, accepting that I’d made a huge mistake I could never take back.

  Today was going to be the biggest day of her life, and I walked away. She’d begged me to be there and I’d given her my word.

  I spent the rest of the day driving in silence, or listening to sports networks. By the time I pulled into the dilapidated hotel, I was exhausted and extremely irritated. I’d attempted to call Shalan twice and hung up before the hotel could ring to her room. There was no message I could leave for her that would make things good between us. She’d been abandoned again, and this time I was the culprit.

  Not only had I cheated on my girlfriend with her sister, but now I’d taken an innocent girl and given her hope, only to leave her all alone after spending two nights taking away any trace of innocence she had left.

  I didn’t deserve to have a relationship, and neither did my cousin’s asshole boyfriend. Maybe in same ways we were the same.

  I was already feeling punished, while his was going to come from the top of my fist, that I was certain of, even before I saw my cousin.

  Nothing could have prepared me for how she looked. Sure, her face had time to swell up from the blows it had taken. She opened the door and looked away, ashamed of what I’d say. I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she fell against my chest. I held her there in my arms for a long time, letting her get a good cry in. She knew she was safe, and that as long as I was with her nothing would happen.

  Her eye was swollen shut and the other was black all the way around. On that same side, her cheek was doubled in size. Purple and blue bruises covered it, from multiple blows hitting the same area.