If I'm There - A Noah Sebastian Story

Chapter Ten - On The Edge

KAT'S POV
—FLASHBACK—
"Alex, I really don't want to be here," I argued with my blonde haired best friend. She flashed he blue eyes at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Kat, you need to get back out there and get laid. I mean, if your husband-"

"Keep your voice down! You know no one can know about that. He'd be thrown out of the military for sure if they knew what happened." Alex rolled her eyes and slumped over the tall cocktail table, then splayed her hands out flat on it.

"All I'm saying is that it's completely okay. The guy I want you to meet will be here— oh! There he is!" She flagged the man down. He was tall, in a black leather jacket and a white button down standing out against his black ripped skinny jeans. He smiled as he made his way over to us. I could recognize that million dollar smile and those tattoos from anywhere. "Chris, I'd like you to meet my best friend, Kat. She's a tattoo artist, and a great one at that." Chris reached his hand out and gripped mine tightly in his hand.

"It's nice to finally meet you, I must admit, I've been a fan," he complimented. Christopher Cerulli being a fan of me? I smiled and blushed, flattered almost.

"Same here," I let him know. Alex wandered off, leaving Chris and I to get to know each other. After a few hours, I was admittedly wasted, and he was completely sober. Alex had wandered off somewhere with someone else, so Chris offered me a ride home. The moment we made it into the house, I decided in my drunken state that I wanted him, no. No. I needed him.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Kat?" He asked breathlessly between kisses. I nodded, and he pulled my dress off then pushed me onto my bed. His teeth clamped down on my neck, leaving marks as if he were claiming me. Small moans escaped my mouth, driving him more crazy.
— END FLASHBACK —
Noah and I laid in bed watching Halloween together after we finished eating dinner. My head was resting on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me. I could hear light snores coming from him, so I turned off the TV and then switched off the lamp on my side of the bed. I was bound and determined to sleep tonight, and not let the dead memories of Chris haunt me all night. What has happened will be, just let it go, Katrina. Let. It. Go.
Noah stirred as I got adjusted in my comfy bed, curled up against him. Now this. This felt perfect. It felt right. I shut my eyes, and drifted off into my first peaceful night sleep in awhile. However, it was short lived. Very. Short. Lived. After only an hour of sleep, my eyes shot open and I couldn't drift back asleep. I sighed deeply, and pulled back the black and red damask covers. I walked into the kitchen, pulling a black mug from the black wooden cabinet, and then a lavender tea bag from the drawer. Maybe this would help. Of course, every noise I made felt amplified in the quiet of the night. While I waited for the water to boil in the microwave I placed my hand on the counter, and bent over slightly. I was mentally exhausted, but I couldn't sleep.

"Kat? What are you doing up, babe?" Noah asked, yawning as he walked into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up—"

"No, you didn't wake me up. It's all good. Are you okay?" I wish he wouldn't ask that.

"I'm fine, I just couldn't sleep is all." Noah snaked his arms around me, placing small kisses and nips on my neck. I let out a small giggle as he did so.

"Maybe I could help with that, baby," he whispered in the quiet of the night. A rush of heat came across my face as I felt his hands slide down to my hips, and he tugged at the hem of my silk sleep shorts. "But first," he pulled them down, "we need to get rid of these." Noah then bent me over the marble countertop, and plunged a finger deep inside of me. "What a good girl, so wet for me already," he said in a low voice. I let a small squeal out as I felt him massage the spot with his long digit. He brought his finger out to the tip, then plunged back in, adding a two more. My hands pressed firmly onto the marble, as if it was going to give me any sort of balance as he fucked me with his fingers. My legs shook beneath me as I started to come onto his hand, and he picked up the pace. I was writhing at his touch, wishing and wanting for more. I needed him to fuck me. To distract me from my racing mind. To show me that I want him more than anything. To prove to me I'm ready to leave the past in the past.
Noah withdrew his fingers, and I felt a sting on my ass. Did he just-did he just spank me? And did I actually like it? From the way my pussy reacted, I did. He pulled me by my hips roughly, then spun me around. He pressed me against the counter, his pelvis holding me in place.
"I'm going to fucking devour you on this counter, like you're my dinner," he leaned down and whispered. Fuck, his breath against my ear felt like it sent 1,000 volts of electricity through my body. Noah quickly gripped my ass, and placed me on the counter top. His hands pried my legs apart, splaying me open just for him. I watched as he got down to his knees, and he slid his tongue slowly along my pussy. The moment I felt him take my clit into his mouth my eyes rolled back, and my head hit the cabinet doors. He let out a soft hum, vibrating me with his mouth.
"Fuck, Kat, you taste wonderful," he groaned. My knuckles went white as I gripped the edge of the counter. He continued to suck on my clit, making it sensitive, until I spilled into his mouth. He smirked, then began to fuck me with his tongue, lapping up every drop I had. My hands were entangled in his hair as he wore my thighs as ear muffs practically. He stood up, but gave me not time to catch my breath before he slid his cock inside. My jaw became unhinged as he pushed deeper and deeper, using my cum as lubricant. I threw my arms around his neck, and dug my nails into his back.