Bad Things

|Chapter Eighteen|

Noah pulls me up to standing and sits down on the bed in front of me.  His hands start at the backs of my knees, tickling my skin as he drags his fingers up to my upper thighs.  My satin sleep shorts bunch where his calloused hands grip me.  He slides his hands to the back side of my legs and presses me gently, prompting me to straddle his waist. My breathing picks up and I am drunk on him.

Noah assesses me while our breaths mingle, and goosebumps prickle my skin.  His large hands press against my spine and brings his lips to my throat.  The course stubble that had grown in abrading my skin.

He uses a single finger to draw the straps off of my shoulders.  The loose tank top slips down over my breast and pools at my torso. 

"You are so beautiful," Noah whispers, the force of his words causing my nipples to pebble, even though he's looking at me and not my breasts. I moan as he bends down to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking then running his teeth against the sensitive bud.

My hands trail down Noah's torso, feeling the lean muscle there while my head lulls back in pure bliss. Noah slides his hands to my waist and grinds my body against his erection, fire lights my body and consumes me.

"Stand up," Noah demands, his voice is breathy and full of lust.  I stand before him and my loose tank top falls all the way to the ground.  "Take them off," he barks, and heat warms my core at how forceful he's being.   I don't hesitate to drop my shorts, I wasn't wearing anything under them and he sucks in a breath.  Noah lays down on the bed, "sit on my face like a good girl, Olivia."

I bend down to kiss him before straddling his face, my hands braced on the headboard for stability. The first slow, lazy lick sends a spasm through my body and I had to grip the wood harder. Noah licked and sucked at my clit while I ground my hips against his face, the pressure building inside of me.

"I'm so close," I moan as my skin starts to tingle and burn.

My release shoots through me, causing my legs to buckle, but I held onto the headboard for life.  I feel it snap in my hand, but I can't focus on that while the world is righting itself.  A tremor wracks through me while I move to straddle his waist.

"Pretty girl, did you just break my headboard?"

"It was your fault," I breathe, leaning down to kiss him while he presses into me.  I let out a long moan at him filling me.  His mouth tastes of me and my arousal, mixed with the mint of his toothpaste and the alcohol he couldn't brush away.  He clouds my senses.

"Goddamn, that's hot," he grunts, forcing himself up into me in long, slow thrusts.  Noah's hands tighten on my waist in response to me sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.  When it snaps back into place, it is plump and angry red.

I was so full of him, consumed.  I press off of his chest, rolling my hips, while Noah brings his hands up to pinch my nipples in between his fingers.  I cry out at the sensation. A shiver runs through me, pressure building in my core.

Noah flips me so that he was on top before driving into me again, "come for me, pretty girl," he demands before gripping my leg for leverage.  He uses his other hand to put pressure on my neck and it's my undoing.  A shudder shakes through me and my head clouds with euphoric release.  White spots dance behind my eyes while I try to slow my breathing from the harsh pants to something less labored.

The groan Noah lets out at his own release has goosebumps prickling on my skin again.  He pulls out of me, but lays flush with my body and I wrap my arms and one of my legs around him.  We are sweaty and still panting, but he feels so good against my skin.

I can feel his heart racing in his chest, for me.

"I don't care how complicated this gets," He informs me, rolling to the side, but still tangled in my limbs.