The muscles in my thighs shook uncontrollably and my hips bucked as I tried to get closer to the deliciousness that was his mouth. I ached for my release and found myself begging for it out loud. The music suddenly stopped and Noah latched on to that swollen little bundle of nerves between my legs, sucking like his life depended on it. I bolted upright and fisted his hair in my hands to force him to stay right where he was. At the same time my orgasm took over my body, and my head fell back and my thighs clamped around his head, followed by a string of indecipherable profanity from my lips in a voice that didn’t in any way, shape, or form sound like mine. Swear to God—er, Noah—I think I’d become possessed by some evil orgasm-hoarding demon or something.
It wasn’t until after the waves subsided and the tension in my body unwound a bit that I became legitimately concerned that I had cut off Noah’s air supply. Death by aspussiation, as opposed to asphyxiation, was not exactly something they’d put on a death certificate, but how cool would it be if they did?
“Oh, my God! Are you okay?” I panicked and forcefully lifted him by the hair of his head to get a look at him.
He was wearing that “I’m a fucking god” smirk on his face, and then he licked the remnants of my orgasm from his lips and said, “No. But I sure as hell am about to be.”
I didn’t know how or when he’d had a chance to do it, but as he stood upright, his pants were already down to his ankles and his colossal cock was standing at attention, saluting me.
He lifted me off his piano and sat back down on the bench with me in his lap. It took all of two seconds for him to lift my ass, position himself at my entrance, and then slam me back down on top of him. And he didn’t lose momentum from there. Over and over again he lifted my hips and brought me back down hard on him. His mouth clamped onto a nipple as I held him to me. Even though I was the one on top, I was in no way in control of the situation. It was all Noah. Inside me, around me, on me—he was everywhere.
With each thrust of his cock, he went deeper and harder until a light sheen of sweat coated his forehead and began to dampen his hair. My eyes started rolling to the back of my head, and I thought perhaps I really was possessed, but I wouldn’t know for sure until my head started spinning or I felt the urge to vomit pea soup everywhere. I didn’t actually think it would happen, though, because how could something that felt this good possibly be evil?
I came again, digging my nails into his back, and I didn’t give a rat’s ass if I was shredding his designer shirt or not. All I knew was that I needed to hold on and never let go. And I did just that, even after Noah let loose this feral growl that should’ve frightened me, and then came inside me. With a couple of strokes more, he was finally spent and exhausted.
Noah kept the side of his face pressed against my chest and his arms wrapped around my waist. He didn’t even bother to pull out of me. And he was silent. The only sound in the room was the echo of our heavy breathing as we both tried to come down off our high, or maybe we were just trying to make it last longer.
I didn’t let him go, either. I kept stroking his hair and kissing the top of his head until I finally laid my cheek against it and held on. I couldn’t let him go. I couldn’t fucking let him go. For the first time since I’d made the decision to do this, to sell myself into this whole messed-up thing, I was terrified.
When had that happened?
It was in that moment I realized how truly inexperienced and foolish I really was, a small-town girl attempting to play in the major leagues with a man who was larger than life itself.
After what seemed like an eternity, we finally released each other and I retreated to the bathroom for yet another shower. I might have needed one, but more than that, I wanted the time alone to collect my thoughts. It wasn’t until the hot water from the shower hit my skin that I began to silently cry.
The pretenses—oh, God, the pretenses I had been hiding behind, that wall of I-am-woman-hear-me-roar: it all started to crumble in rapid succession. I was nothing but a girl crushing madly on a man who saw me as nothing but his property. And he truly did own me in every sense of the word.
My mind wandered back to earlier in the day, after the romp in the limo. I had thought he’d said he loved me, and my heart had stuttered, felt like it had dropped to the pit of my abdomen, lying in wait to be birthed and handed over to the one person I felt I might actually be able to hand it over to willingly.
But that wasn’t at all what he had said. Was it? Which proves how truly inexperienced I really was. Such a silly, foolish little girl.
Noah Crawford was a man who had the whole world sitting in the palm of his hand, and I had nothing to offer. But, God help me, I was falling madly in love with him.
From out of nowhere, Noah appeared, having opened the shower door and catching me by surprise. “Hey, I’m going to go shower in one of the guest suites. Just wanted to let you know in case you get done before—” He stopped talking abruptly and furrowed his brow. “Have you been crying?”
I turned my head away and started wiping my eyes. “Um, no. Of course not,” I lied. “That’s a silly question. Why would I be crying? I just got soap in my eye, that’s all.”
He slowly lifted my chin to look at my face and I saw something in his eyes, but before I could let my mind wander too far into the land of delusional idiots, I realized that it was just a mere reflection of what was in mine. And it scared the crap out of me. Again. Because I shuddered to think of the consequences if he saw what I felt. He’d probably take me and his receipt right back to Scott’s customer service counter for an exchange or a full refund.
He didn’t feel the same way about me. He never would. Never could.
“Okay, if you’re sure, I’m just going to …” He jerked his head toward the direction of the bathroom door.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I said with a fake smile. “Go ahead, you’re freezing me to death.”
“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” He leaned in, spray from the shower splashing against his bare chest as he gave each of the girls, and then my lips, a chaste kiss. With a wink and that crooked grin, he was gone.
Just like he would be gone if he ever found out I was developing feelings for him, which undoubtedly was not part of the contract. Kind of went against the whole no-strings-attached clause. I had to get my shit together and push past my moment of weakness. I could do it. I could get over him and be there in the capacity that he needed me and nothing more. I’d survived far worse.