If I'm There - A Noah Sebastian Story

Chapter Sixteen - Dancing in the Rain

KAT'S POV
I stepped into the shower, relaxing the moment the hot water hit my bare shoulders. Since shit hit the fan my shoulders went tense, and they haven't eased up since. Noah was still in bed, sleeping, something he hadn't been doing since we discovered I had a stalker. Most girls dream of the day they get a Zade Meadows, but this man was no Zade. He had nothing but ill intent, and it sent chills straight to my bones. Chris and Noah could try to protect to me, but when it boiled down to it Conner had an upper hand.
My train of thought was interrupted by two hands gently brushing against my shoulders, and I about leaped out of my skin.

"Baby, it's just me," Noah whispered. He bag digging his thumbs into my shoulders, and working out the knots. I tossed my head back into his chest, feeling relieved as he worked them out. "I hate seeing you like this, it kills me. I just wish there was more I could do."

"Noah, it was going to happen either way. It was inevitable."

"You having a stalker was inevitable, but I can promise you he won't lay a hand on you, not with me around," he assured me. I smirked and turned to face him, then wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Would you cut his hands off for me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning. Noah shut his eyes and chuckled.

"I think you've been reading too much of that book. I may have to find other ways to keep you entertained, Kit Kat." His hands rested on my waist, pulling me closer to him in the standing shower. "Why don't you be a good girl and get on your knees for me?" He whispered in my ear. Chills went down my spine, and I felt the butterflies erupt. Fuck, how could just a voice and a simple demand make me so wet? I got on my knees in front of him and gripped his cock in my hand. I began stroking it, then placed the tip in my mouth. Noah gripped my wet hair in his hand as I started to lick his tip, and he pushed his length in. His cock hit the back of my throat causing me to gag slightly but I held back. I hollowed out my cheeks and watched as Noah's head fell back, a groan escaping his mouth.

"Fuck, Kat," he groaned, "look how pretty you are with my cock in your mouth." Noah started to thrust, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. Tears were brimming from the threat of choking. He pulled out of my mouth abruptly, and pulled me up by my hair.
"Turn around, hands on the wall," he barked yet another demand. I grinned.

"Are you arresting me?" I asked sarcastically as I turned around. I placed my hands on the tile of my shower and bent over slightly.

"No, but I do like the thought of handcuffs on you," he expressed as he slowly pushed the head of his dick in. I bit my lip, holding back a moan. Noah pulled the tip back, and then slammed his length into me. I let out a squeal and he quickly placed his hand over my mouth while he started with slow thrusts. He repeated the motion of pulling out to the tip and slamming back into me, earning muffled moans to fall in his hand. His other hand was gripping my hip hard enough that I was sure there would be a bruise in the shape of his hand, a reminder that I was his and he was mine. When Noah began to thrust upwards he hit my spot, and I lost all cognitive function and ability. My legs shook beneath me and I thought I was going to collapse. Noah's hand over my mouth tightened as he realized I was close to orgasm. The music may have been enough to cover the sound of him pounding into me, but it wouldn't be near enough to cover my moans and screams of pleasure.
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After blow drying my hair and pulling on a pair of black skinny jeans paired with a Ghost band tee Noah and I made our way to the dining room for breakfast. Cecilia was ecstatic to see us again, and even more ecstatic to see that we had stayed together after the cruise. We sat around the table and ate breakfast as a family, something that almost seemed foreign to Noah, but my dad quickly pulled him into conversation. I felt as though I needed to pray for him almost as he listened to my dad ramble on about guns and politics, two topics that would be taboo for anyone else to disclose over pancakes and coffee, but not to Dad. Noah probably thinks I was raised by rich rednecks right about now, and I hope he doesn't use that to define who I am. I experienced struggles, and I fought tooth and nail to get to where I am. Nothing was ever handed to me.
Noah stayed quiet, not wanting to weigh in either which way, but I could see him biting his tongue the moment Dad said, "I don't know where I went wrong with this one," as he gestured to me. I face palmed, wondering what Noah's response could possibly be.