My Brothers Best Friend [18+]

Chapter Nineteen

If I didn't fancy Noah before, I certainly would now. 

Feeling any part of him touch me like this would've sent me over the edge, but the two fingers he currently has nestled deep inside me are almost like nothing I've ever felt before. 

I think I was more desperate than even I realised. 

His thumb presses up against my clit, rubbing gently as those two fingers inside me curl with a matching torturous pace. 

"Jesus." 

"Is it that easy to make you forget my name?"

His words are still spoken against my neck. I tilt my head to the left, allowing him to press closer, to peer over my shoulder so we can both stare at his tattooed wrist disappearing in my underwear. 

He presses his cock into my clothed thighs as his fingers make me see stars. There's no hand movement I can discern, because the second I feel how hard he is I'm a mess, but I know he's rubbing me and touching me and feeling me in all the right places. 

He might not be a fuckboy but he's certainly not unpracticed. 

There are open-mouthed kisses being peppered along my elongated neck that have me biting my lip. My eyes are screwed closed, so lost in the feeling that I almost miss the way he pulls those two fingers half out of me and pushes them back in. 

Noah sounds breathless too, whispering, "So fucking wet for me. I'm going to think of you like this every time you get into my car; every morning that I take you to work I'm gonna think about how good you feel getting off on just my hands." 

His words and the small circles he's rubbing on my clit make me unable to speak, but how could I even begin to process and then respond to that? I can't think straight. I can't think. 

Another string of kisses along my neck, wetter. 

It's not enough. I want him closer, need him closer than he already is, so I press my neck into his mouth. When he begins to pull away I move with him. In response, he bites down on my skin and sucks. 

It's gentle until I moan. Then he bites me harder, moves his fingers faster. I grind down to feel the length of his cock and he pushes his hips into me like it'll give him any sort of release. 

His free hand snakes under my t-shirt and ghosts over my bra. 

I push his hand underneath it and grind into the fingers that are still pushing into me. He squeezes my breast, my nipple already hard long before the touch. 

"Part of me wants to beg to fuck you - not that I'd need to since you want me to that fucking badly," he curls his fingers again, thrusting up so I jostle in his lap. "But I'll fuck you in a bed the first time."

The slick wet noise of his fingers pushing in and out of me alongside the teasing tone that underlays every word he says makes my stomach coil. 

Words don't come to mind so I don't say them, I just let my whimpers do the talking for me. 

Knowing that he's actually planning to fuck me, instead of just tease me with this back and forth, is heaven. It's not an if but a when. Soon, I beg. 

He mutters more things that would probably be slowly killing me, but there's a ringing in my ears because of the thumb circling on my very-sensitive, very-aware-of-who's-touching-it clit. He doesn't have to look around to find it (hell, I've pretty much had to teach half of the guys I've been with where to even look,) he just knows. We're in sync. 

"You sound so fucking good," he groans. 

"I didn't..." 

"What?" Smirking bastard.