Bad Things

|Chapter Nineteen|

Noah presses me against the door, his movements are frenzied as he sucks at the skin on my neck. "I promise the only marks I will ever leave on your body will be marks that you beg me for," he whispers in my ear before raking his teeth over the shell of my ear.

"Noah," I whisper back, while he pops the button on my jeans. He doesn't remove them, but moves back to my jacket, he shoves the fabric off of my shoulders. My hands go to Noah's waist, running my hands over his torso.

He's hard already, I can see the evidence when he pulls away from me to pull my shirt over my head. Noah lifts me again and presses into me, I moan at the friction while Noah kisses my neck again. I pull his face to mine and kiss him hard enough our teeth clack. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, biting it before releasing him.

"Pretty girl," he mutters while looking up at me. He unhooks my bra one handed while he blindly carries me to his bed. Noah buries his face in my chest before tossing me into the bed. He grabs my legs and yanks me to the edge of the bed, I squirm while he pulls my jeans and my thong off.

Noah covers me with his body, he kisses me senseless while pressing into me. I pull at his shirt and yank it up over his body. His loud tattoos seem to dance across his skin while he presses kisses to me, everywhere.

I don't know where I end and Noah begins, in one swift motion Noah is off of me, flipping me over and lifting my hips. He swats at my ass, the stinging sensation making me gasp and press my hips back towards him.

"You like that don't you," Noah smirks at me while I look over my shoulder at him.

"Yes," I moan, chewing on my bottom lip.

I cry out as Noah buries his face in my sex, he pulls back a second later, "so wet," he comments, his hot breath dancing over my skin.

"Noah," I beg, I hear the rustle of clothes and I feel Noah slam into me without warning. I let out a long groan at him filling me so completely. He doesn't move, just lets me feel his size inside of me. I let out another cry when he smacks my ass again, but he still doesn't move. "Noah," I repeat, I was going to die like this.

"Told you I'd make you beg for it," he says darkly, before pulling all the way out and slamming back in.

"Oh, god," I moan, while pumps into me. He smacks my ass again, and it's almost my undoing.

One of Noah's hands wrap around my neck while the other finds my clit.  It doesn't scare me when Noah applies pressure to my neck, like I thought it might after Jackson.  Instead, it makes me blind with sensation.  I feel my release building low in my belly.

"Noah," I cry out, my vision dances while I come back down.  Noah is coming a second later, I feel him fill me up and run down my thighs when he pulls out.

Noah watches me while I pull one of his tshirts out of his dresser after a much needed shower.  The fabric hits mid thigh and it falls off my shoulder.  He's studying me, I can tell he's about to be heavy.  I lay down on his bed next to him and look over at him.

"What do you want from me, pretty girl?  Do you want me to walk away?" he asks, wrapping one of my wet curls around his finger, "Do you want me to call you every day?"

I don't answer him for a long moment, reveling in the feeling of his fingers in my hair.  I turn to him after I've taken too long to respond, "I think," this is harder than I anticipated, I'm not ready to hurt him.  I start over, "I think I need to go no contact."  The air is heavy in the room, the only sound the sound of Noah breathing heavily and my pounding heart.  "Just for the tour, I really want to be present.  I think if I know you are a phone call away, waiting on me, it will influence me.  I want to be as good as you, Noah."