“If I step inside this room—”
“Step inside, Noah.” My voice is a husky whisper.
His jaw clenches, and he moves forward, and when he does, he’s full force.
His left palm wraps around the back of my neck, his right cupping my cheek, his body hot against mine. His mouth descends on mine, but at the last second, he evades it, latching onto my jaw.
He sucks gently, teasing my skin with his pillowy lips until he reaches the sensitive spot of my neck. He nips me then and I gasp into the air, my left hand driving up into his hair.
I don’t realize he’s ushered me backward until my knees hit the edge of my bed, but when I go to lower us both, Noah bites harder, and my body shivers.
His hands come around me, pushing my bra down my arms. He steps from his shoes then, and when I grab his T-shirt, he lowers, allowing me to pull it off his body, but his lips fall to my stomach, causing his shirt to get tangled around his head.
He chuckles against me and my toes curl into the carpet.
“Someone’s ticklish.” He squeezes my hips.
I try again, and this time, I get it off him, grinning when he peeks up at me.
He rises, and as he does, he takes me with him, his hands under my thighs. I lock my legs around his body, and Noah smirks, bringing his mouth to mine.
He kisses me hard, groaning into my mouth when I tug on his hair. One knee hits the mattress, and then the other, and his eyes flash to mine.
“I’m not sure you understand what this is about to do to me,” he says, his words weighty and strong. His gaze dark and deliberate. Promising.
Mesmerizing.
I tighten my hold on him, and his knees adjust on the mattress.
“I want to tell you something,” I say suddenly.
“Tell me.”
My chin falls. “I’m embarrassed.”
One of his hands comes up, his knuckles teasing along the hollow of my throat, stretching my neck until my eyes are forced to meet his. “Tell me anyway.”
The desperation in his tone is almost painful.
My thumbs trace along his bottom lip, and I bring my mouth to his ear.
“I thought of you,” I whisper. “When you were gone… I thought of you. In the morning, the afternoon and at night.” I kiss the edge of his jaw. “Especially at night…”
Noah’s chest rumbles, his large fingers tangling in my hair and gently tugging until my chin is in the air.
He pulls until we’re looking at each other, the creases along his temples deepening.
I swallow and his gaze flicks to my neck but comes right back.
“I wondered what it would be like to have you in my bed,” I admit, the fire brewing in his eyes intoxicating. Emboldening. “I dreamed about it… fantasized about it.”
He trembles with need.
“So much so my body ached,” I purr. “So I had to—”
“Touch yourself.” His forehead falls to mine, his tongue flicking along my lips. “You had to touch yourself?”
I nod.
Slowly, Noah lowers me to the bed, unlocking my legs and hands from around his body.
He glides his hands up my thighs, grips my shorts, and eases them off, taking my thong with them. On all fours again, he presses his palms into the comforter beside my ribs, and says, “Show me.”
Noah
* * *
Her golden eyes widen, her perfect body tensing the slightest bit, so I ease her mind.
I tell her what’s been going on in my head, my mouth aligning with hers.
“I did the same, Juliet,” I admit. “In the shower. In bed.” I drive my tongue beyond her lips, and she eagerly, wordlessly, begs for more. “In my bed.”
Her eyes fly open, searching for deceit she won’t find.
Slowly, but free of hesitation, her fingers dance along her chest bone, a blush working its way up her body as her hand lowers, disappearing between her legs.
My body vibrates, my dick hard and straining against my jeans.
“Tell me what I was doing to you,” I whisper.
Her face flushes, but she closes her eyes, and says, “First you kissed my neck.”
I lower my lips to her favorite spot, dead center on the left side.
“And then you used your teeth and dragged them down to my shoulder.”
I follow the path, sucking where I pause and she pulls in a deep breath.
Her knuckles brush against my pants, her fingers working her clit, and I clench my muscles, desperate to feel her against me.
“You went down from there, but not all the way.”
I pull her nipple into my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue around the hardened peak. I suck, a little harder than before.
She whimpers, twitching below me. “You’re zipper… you.”
Her hand moves faster now, her eyes flying open when the soft purr of my jeans coming undone finds her. Her gaze drops, her lips parting when she lands on the rod in my briefs.
I free myself of the rest of my clothes and her head presses into the pillow behind her.
Her thighs clench and she begins pulling her legs closed, chasing the pressure locking them tight will provide, but when I lower a little, my hard-on rests along her outer thigh, and her muscles ease.
Her eyes find mine. “You didn’t use your hand this time.” Her cheeks flame and she pinches her clit between her fingers, her thighs shaking as she grows closer to her orgasm.
I shift again, this time bringing one knee between her legs. I lower my lips to hers, whispering, “What did I do, baby?”
She moans, and I reach between us, removing her hand and pinning it above her head as I bring my other knee between her legs.
“Tell me what I did.”
“You pressed against me.”
I lower all the way, both of us groaning when our heated bodies meet for the first time.
My jaw clenches, and I bury my face in her neck. She’s soaked and I’m instantly slick with excitement. I can’t help myself; I rock against her.
“Yes,” she croaks. “Just like that.”
I dig my fingers into the comforter on the opposite side. “I slide my cock along you?” I pull back the slightest bit, moving forward with more pressure, and my thighs clench.
“You did,” she rasps, her head shifting until her lips are locked onto my neck. She sucks, bites, and whispers, “And then you slid inside me.”
I bite her back and her knees come up, pressing into my hips.
“Slide inside me, Noah.”
My chest rumbles, my muscles strained with need. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
A softness falls over her and she cups my cheeks, her head shaking the slightest bit. “You would never,” she breathes, pulling my mouth to hers. Her kiss is soft and sweet, but her voice when she repeats herself is straight-fucking vixen. “Slide inside me.”
Pulling back, I do.
I press into her in one long, slow, steady stroke.
She gasps, her neck stretching until her eyes are on the wall behind her and I lift, looking down at the goddess before me.
She peeks down the bridge of her nose, staring into my eyes as I fill her fully. Completely.
The tenderness that encompasses her has my pulse pumping, and when the silkiest of smiles curves her lips with her next breath, that’s it.
It’s done.
I’m gone.
I’ve been gone.
I rock into her, in and out, slow and steady. My strokes are long and deep, a tantalizing torture. A much fucking needed, sweet kind of agony.
Ari brings her legs up around me, her heels pressing into my lower back, and driving me forward.
Our pace quickens and she gets louder.
Her moans, her gasps.
Her heartbeat.
I place my lips over the madly beating organ, and she presses on the back of my head, so I give her what she wants. My teeth.
I bite and she cries out.
I lick and she shakes
.
I suck… and she shatters.
Her muscles tense, her arms locking around me as she begins to come.
But she fights it, yanking my lips to hers. Her kiss is hard and hungry, chasing, and I give her back just as much.
My hips drive in and out, rolling, circling, and pressing, making sure her clit is worked with my body, just as much as her pussy is. I work her over, dragging her orgasm out as long as possible as she pants wildly.
She tears away, finding my ear again, her voice a breathless croak, her body a ball of tension, untethering with jerky quakes. She wants it to go on, fighting the finale she’s desperate for, but she breaks. Her back flies off the bed, her moans harsh and maddening as she lifts her hips into me, willing me deeper. Her lips part, and she stutters, “And then I c-came.”
“On my cock?” I rasp, bringing my knees up, so I’m sitting back on them and her hips are in the air.
“Y-yes. On your cock.”
Her skin flushes, and my body clenches, heat building and building.
Air jerks forward, taking my bottom lip in her mouth, her dazed eyes locked on mine as she whispers, “And then you came too.”
And I’m fucking done for, she pushes me over the edge.
Locked in a trance by the girl my wildest dreams wouldn’t dare imagine, I come. Long and hard.
Her walls clench around me, vibrating from the inside, and I groan, my limbs shaking.
I hold her there, our body’s slick with sweat, until we can breathe easier.
Only then do I slide out of her, lowering us both to the mattress.
Her eyes never leave mine, and after a few minutes of quiet, she begins to gnaw on the inside of her lip, her hands folding under her head as she turns her body, so it’s facing mine.
I reach out, freeing her lip from her cruelty. “What?”
“You really thought of me?”
My chuckle is low, but I nod against the pillow.
“You really… touched yourself… imagining me?”
I nod again, gliding my hand down her neck and along her shoulder.
My smirk slowly pulls, when her hidden smile plays at her lips, and she whispers exactly what I knew she would.
“Show me… ”
I give her what she wants.
I’m pretty sure I always will.
Chapter 29
Arianna
* * *
My hand slips under the covers, but Noah catches it with a popped brow.
“You were supposed to get some sleep.” His glare is playful.
“I’ll sleep when I’m old.”
Chuckling, he climbs out of bed, his gloriously naked body on full display. He slips his boxers and jeans on, turning back to me with his shirt.
He slaps the edge of the bed, so I crawl over, and he pulls it over my head, pecks at my lips before tossing me over his shoulder.
I squeal, attempting to cover my bare ass, but he reaches up, palming my left cheek as he carries me into the living room, so I stop trying, enjoying the heat of his touch.
“If you’re not going to sleep, you need to let me feed you. Your stomach started growling an hour ago.”
He lowers me onto the couch, smirking as he gets a little flashing show when his shirt gets tied up around my waist. He tosses a blanket over my head, his footsteps carrying him into the kitchen.
Unable to contain my smile, I cozy up on the cushions, pulling the blanket up to my chin as I put last night’s game on. I pick up where we left off… right after Mason was carted from the field, the worry too much at the time to sit through another second.
As soon as I press play and the commentators begin to speak, Noah does too, the gentleness of his tone warming me in places I can’t deny.
“You don’t have to watch this,” he says.
I lick my lips, keeping my eyes on the screen.
“My man’s the quarterback.” I grin against the blanket. “So yeah, I do.”
Noah doesn’t say a word, but I know he’s smiling, and mine grows because of it.
Whatever Noah makes, I haven’t a clue, because the next thing I know, I’m waking up to a dark house, and he’s gone.
I down a glass of water, and I drag myself into the shower, standing under the warm spray until the water runs cold, replaying the morning over and over again.
When I get out, I head into the kitchen, picking my phone up from the countertop.
I find a text from Noah.
* * *
Romeo: I tried to wake you to tell you I had to go, but you didn’t budge. Yes. I checked your pulse. Food is in the microwave.
* * *
A chuckle leaves me.
* * *
Romeo: I’m headed to my mom’s. The team’s going to a pizza pub a few blocks from campus at seven. Let me know if you want to go.
* * *
My chest pinches, knowing my brother won’t be there, but he’ll be pissed if I don’t go just because he can’t, all the while hating the thought of me there with a bunch of dudes.
But I’ll be with Noah. That, and Brady and Chase will be there too.
So I say yes.
In the microwave are two egg and cheese burritos, pretty much the only option there was in the fridge. It’s already five in the evening, so I only reheat one, saving room for pizza later.
I FaceTime Mason, relieved when I see he’s home and settled into his bed with a giant plate of French toast beside him that Lolli brought over.
He’s smiling and has more color than this morning, even if he still looks exhausted, but it’s only day one, so I hang up feeling good, which makes me want to look good.
So I take my time getting ready.
My hair is down in large, loose curls, my eyes lined with shimmery shadow and accentuated with dark liner. My lipstick is as red as my shirt and my jeans are high and tight.
I’ve only finished tying my black boots when Noah shows to pick me up, his gorgeous blue eyes giving him away. The last thing he wants to do… is leave this room.
He cocks his head, his lips parting, but all that comes out is a gravelly chuckle.
I bite back a grin and lead our way out the door.
The pizza pub is an adorable, mom-and-pop establishment. The silver-haired woman behind the counter is kind and inviting with a bold mouth that reminds me of my grandmother.
The food is delicious and plentiful, which is the key to success with two dozen athletes running around. Several of which make their way over to me, asking about my brother and I tell each of them the same thing. That he’s good, resting, and can’t wait to get back out on the field. I would bet Brady and Chase went home and gave an update similar to mine, but buzzed boys like talking to girls. I’m pretty sure their questions were used as an excuse to come up to me and Cameron, and the few other girls who have migrated our way. It’s not long before the jukebox is playing something slow and seductive, and the beer-filled boys push a few tables aside. Pretty soon, it’s just me left sitting, the girls having all jumped up to join them.
Noah tries to return to me, but Trey is quick to swoop him up as a pool table becomes free.
He looks to me, but I push him away.
“Go.” I smile. “He’s been hounding you to be his partner since we got here.”
Noah lets out a playful groan, following his friend.
Brady comes over then, setting a fresh glass of beer in front of me. “Drink this. I know last night must have kicked your ass ‘cause I know mine’s bloody and bruised.
“You’re not wrong.” I lift it in cheers, taking a small drink. “You talk to him again?”
“Nah, he don’t want to talk to us yet. Imma give him two days, and not a minute longer.”
“He’d except nothing less.” I grin, swallowing another sip. My eyes slip over Brady’s shoulder, and I lean forward. “Don’t look now, but there’s a very familiar face that’s just walked through the door, and it looks like she’s spotted you.”
Brady spins his en
tire body around, and I chuckle. The girl snaps her head away, tucking her hair behind her ear. Smirking, he brings his eyes back to me. “That’s the shy little lady from the library, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“Woo,” he whispers, finishing his drink and lowering it to the tabletop with a hard knock. He stands, leaning closer. “And you said I didn’t almost have her.”
Chuckling, I salute him on his way, and not a second later, Chase drops into the seat beside me.
He leans back and almost slips off the seat, but quickly rights himself, a drunken grin on his lips.
Entertained, I pinch my lips together. “Feeling good?”
He nods, takes another sip, and faces me. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I chuckle.
“Are you with him?”
My amusement clogs in my throat, my mouth opening, but no words come out. His question, so sudden and unexpected, has me frozen.
His eyes pierce mine and my muscles seem to coil.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Will you just—” His brows cave. “Just say it for me. Please.”
A startling hollowness creeps over me, but I nod. “Yeah, I am.” My voice is strong, sure, and I know he hears it.
Chase’s chin lowers, and he brings his knuckles down on the tabletop in soft, quiet raps.
“Okay.” He looks to the side, and then he walks away.
I watch him go, a hint of sadness washing over me, but it’s far outweighed by the relief that follows now that the air is clear.
Cameron falls in the space beside me, eyeing me expectantly.
“He wanted to know about me and Noah.”
“And?”
“And I told him the truth, that we’re together.”
Cameron sighs in reprieve. “Good. That’s good. Maybe he just needed to be sure you were okay now.”
I nod, but a frown still forms. “Yeah.”
Maybe.
A few hours and several pitchers later, the place is as rowdy as you’d expect, but the bit of energy I gained after going back to sleep this morning is slowly fading away.
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