“Probably… but do you think I care?”
Before I can respond, I’m grabbed from behind and spun around the room. “Happy birthday, Em!” Jacob shouts.
I catch the occasional glance of Noah when Jacob spins subside. He’s smiling while shaking his head, acting unaffected by Jacob’s rile. His ruse would be more authentic if his jaw wasn’t ticking.
Jacob only stops spinning me when Maggie tells him to behave himself. “Stop stirring that poor boy, Jacob! You’re supposed to be his friend.”
“What do you think friends are for, Maggie?” Jacob replies, laughing.
Once he places me onto my feet, Maggie hands me a glass of red wine. I’m shocked. Even with me watching Noah perform every Friday for the past year, Ollie has never reneged on his no alcohol rule.
When my eyes collide with Ollie, he mouths, “Happy birthday,” before entering his office hidden behind the bar.
People assume I’m joking when I say I’m a lightweight. I’m not. My words slurred after my first glass of wine, so you can imagine how bad it got by the third glass.
I don’t recall anything between stealing playful kisses from Noah all night and waking up in an unknown room. I’m wearing the jeans and shirt I donned at my party last night, but my jacket and boots have been removed, and although my head is thumping, I don’t feel hungover.
While swishing my tongue around my mouth to soothe its dryness, I survey the room. Drooping candles cover almost every surface and two bunches of my favorite flowers are on the bedside table.
Noah must have booked us a hotel again.
I startle to within an inch of my life when “Happy birthday,” comes sounding out of a voice that’s hoarse from just waking up.
When I turn toward the voice, Noah scoots up higher on the bed. A dry throat is a thing of the past when I notice how poorly the bedsheet is covering him. His body is a true masterpiece, crafted to perfection.
Recalling his pledge last night, and eager to reacquaint our lips, I lurch for him. He grins at my eagerness before giving me one of the longest, most simmering kisses I’ve ever been given. It starts an avalanche of hands, tongue, and teeth. We kiss and fondle until the clothes I mentioned earlier are dumped on the floor, and Noah’s head is between my legs.
I rock my hips upward, dying for his tongue to spear through the folds of my drenched pussy. “Please, Noah.” I don’t even care that I’m begging. I’m desperate, so it’s only right I should be pleading.
When I grind my clit against the tip of his nose, his growl rumbles through me. “Beautiful, so fucking beautiful.”
The chance to reply is lost when he drags his tongue up the seam of my pussy. I fall back with a moan, my body quaking. As he bombards my pussy with hungry licks and wanton sucks, I rake my fingers through his gloriously thick hair.
My tugs grow more cruel the longer he eats me. It can’t be helped. I’m on the brink of hysteria in a matter of seconds, the prompts of my body no longer my own. When my screams reach fever-pitch, Noah adds fingers into the mix. The calluses on his fingers from playing guitar for years is almost torturous to my aching clit.
He circles his thumb over the bud of nerve between my pussy lips before slipping two fingers inside me. I buck against him, wild and out of control as he plays my body like an instrument.
I’m singing his praise moments later when I’m hit by a blinding orgasm. I quiver and shake while moaning his name on repeat.
I’ve barely returned from hysteria when Noah’s lips enclose over mine. I taste myself on his tongue when he drags it along the roof of my mouth. It sends a moan through every inch of me, only stopping when it reaches the crown of Noah’s cock, which is nestled at the entrance of my pussy.
Noah’s mouth swallows my moan when he sheaths me with one quick thrust. It hurts to take a man as well-endowed as him, but the pain is so worth it. I never feel more alive than I do when Noah is inside me.
“Leg up, Em. Take all of me.”
After positioning my leg higher on his sweaty hip, we move as one for the next several minutes. It’s a blistering embrace that shows how perfectly we fit together. We fuck like it could be our last chance every single time we have sex. I’d be worried about Noah’s constant panic that I’m about to be torn away from him if it didn’t make our exchanges out-of-this-world good.
I hate his panic, but I also understand it. After everything he’s endured in his short twenty-two years, an irrational fear about losing the ones you love is on the low end of the issues he could have had if he had succumbed to the darkness surrounding him.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Noah murmurs when I match the roll of his hips grind for grind. “Just like that.”
An ego fueled grin forms on Noah’s mouth when an unexpected shudder bolts through my body. The walls of my vagina tighten around him as the temperature turns roasting. He rocks into me faster, giving me the final push I need to cross the line for the second time today.
My eyes snap shut as a flurry of emotions bombard me at once. I feel loved, cherished, and exhausted at the same time. It’s a beautifully terrifying time, but I deeply crave it. Only Noah has the ability to make me feel so many things at once. I love him for the way he’s taught me to love myself, and I’ll continue loving him until he too understands his worth.
* * *
The next morning, once I’ve dressed and packed my overnight bag, I head into the bathroom where Noah is getting ready. When he lathers his face with shaving cream, a brilliant idea pops into my head.
