Brazen

It’s moving day!

We’re moving Noah into my home. She doesn’t have much to bring, but she’s been stalling at her old place all morning. I think it’s over having to say good-bye to Madison and Benson. The three of them have been dicking around for the better part of two hours, and I’ve happily watched, entertained.

“You both know you’re welcome into our home anytime you’d like.”

Noah dances on her toes when I call the place ours.

“Thanks.” Benson’s response is edged with nervousness, and he doesn’t make eye contact with me.

“We know, Brazen!” Madison adds.

“You ready to go, babe?” I address my question to Noah.

“Yeah. I’m just going to say good-bye.” There is sadness in her eyes.

She hugs Benson, practically knocking him over, and he doesn’t flinch, not even a little.

“I’m going to miss you, Benny.” Her chin rests on his shoulder.

“I’m going to miss you more. It’ll be lonely here without you.” He squeezes her back.

“Call me lots. Come over whenever. Don’t be a stranger.” She releases him from the bear hug, sniffles, and swipes at her eyes.

“Promise,” he tells her.

I quietly make my way out to give the trio some privacy, but Madison follows me outside on the porch. I sigh, feeling content and happy about this move.

“Take care of that girl. She’s special,” she tells me.

“You don’t have to tell me. I couldn’t be more aware of how lucky I am.”

“Good to know.” Madison gives me a warm smile. “It’s great to see you happy, especially considering … well, I miss my friend, too.” Sunday meant a lot to both of us. “I always knew my sister never deserved you when you two were together,” she adds.

Before I can respond, Noah exits the front door and joins us on the porch. Without speaking a word to one another, Noah pulls Madison in for an embrace. I keep walking out to my car and let them have a moment alone.

Even from the distance, I can easily read her body language and know that she’s expressing her gratitude for her time spent here. Even though there is a tinge of sadness in her eyes, her smile fills her face as she walks toward my car. I hope she always looks at me that way. Over the center console, I take her hand after she gets in the car.

“Ready to go home?” I love saying that.

“Take me home.” And, apparently, she loves saying it, too.

With the car loaded up with the few bags accompanying Noah, we take off. Noah’s place is with me now. When we get home, I make sure I can see Noah’s face when she enters.

She squeals when she sees the giant banner that reads, Welcome home, Noah!

Dozens of pink balloons fill the entryway. The bags I’m carrying fall to the floor as Noah jumps into my arms.

“This is for me?” She kisses me before I can answer.

“Well, no one else is moving in today.”

She gently bites down on my lip for teasing. My hands grip her ass, pulling her impossibly closer to me.

“I’m so ecstatic you’re here, baby. I just wanted to make sure you knew that.”

“Thanks for being you,” she tells me.

I’ll never grow tired of making her happy.

Holding my girl, I walk us further into the house where the decorations continue.

“What’s the plan for my first night in the house?” She suggestively waggles her eyebrows at me while I blatantly look down her top.

“We’re having a housewarming party, of course!”

“A party?” She gives me a confused look to go along with her questions. “With whom?”

“Well, there’s you and me. Isn’t that enough?” I gracefully set her on her feet and move to the fridge. “Are you ready for your first hangover tomorrow? Because I think we have another item to cross off the list tonight.” I fill my hands with an assortment of alcohol and hold the beverages up for her to see. “We have food, drinks, and party games. Are you up for it, lightweight?”

“Lightweight? Who are you calling lightweight?” She puffs out her chest in defiance.

“You. The girl who’s never had a drink in her life. That’s who.” It’ll take under five drinks to have Noah royally tossed. I’m sure of it.

“Fine, maybe you’re right, but this is still going to be so much fun!”

“What’s your poison?” I ask her.

“Hello? Virgin drinker. How am I supposed to know?”

Oh, right.

I crack open a dark beer that I bought for myself and hand it to her. “Try this.”

One small sip, and then one twisted disgusted face. Yeah, I thought that’s how that would go.

“Is this what alcohol tastes like? I think I’ve changed my mind about the party.” She pushes the bottle back at me.

“Sorry, I bought that for me, but I figured you could try it.” I set the drink she was repulsed by on the counter for myself and pull out one of those hard root beers. “Here, try this one. It’s lighter, and it tastes less like beer.”

She sniffs the open bottle before hesitantly putting it to her lips, and with one eye open, she takes the world’s slowest taste. Afterward, she smacks her lips together, testing it out, before saying, “Much better.”

I usher Noah to the living room where there is a buffet of junk food set up, party food after party food. We have pizza, hot-dog weenies, chips, candy, cake, and so much more—all of it from the bottom of the food pyramid. Tonight, I’ve planned an evening filled with everything she never experienced growing up.

Truth or Dare and strip poker are on the agenda.

We have Twister and Cards Against Humanity.

Somehow, I scrounged up an old-school phone book, so we could do prank calls, too.

We’re even going to play Never Have I Ever. The game I always hated but Sunday would make me play. I thought about Spin the Bottle, but since there are only two of us … well, I’ll be kissing her all night anyway without the bottle.

“Are we drinking or having a food-eating contest?” She gestures to the table setup.

“This is your night of teenage rites of passage. We’re doing it all.”

“What’s first?”

I let her choose, and we end up kicking the night off with Twister, which isn’t a bad start. There is a whole lot of rubbing against one another in this game. Plus, Noah’s ass is in the air for most of the time. I won’t complain about that view. We make the juvenile prank calls next. Noah can’t stop laughing as I ask strangers if their refrigerators are running or ask to speak to Seymour Butts. Do people still make these sorts of calls, or are we bringing it back? Cards Against Humanity turns into strip poker, and by this time, Noah’s had three drinks, which is a lot for her little frame.

She begins to giggle, and her voice is louder than normal.

“Truth or dare,” I challenge Noah.

“Dare!” She sips her fourth drink.

“I dare you to stand up and do a celebrity impression.” I start out easy on her.

“BORING!”

“Fine, let me pick another.” I search my brain for something better.

“Nope, too late. You’re going to get to see my awesome impersonation.”

She stands, not too steadily, as I sit back to watch.

Noah yells something about ESPN and her breasts being able to predict the weather while cupping her boobs in her hands and playing up a ditzy accent.

“What in the hell was that?” I basically choke on my tongue while I crack up.

“Mean Girls! You’ve never seen Mean Girls? I thought I was the one who grew up sheltered. What’s wrong with you?”

“Oh, wow. Do it again. Please, do it again.”

“No, shut up!” She throws a mini hot dog at my head, and I’m too busy laughing to try to dodge it. “It’s my turn. You won’t be laughing for long. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Fair is fair. It’s time to see how much better she can do.

“I dare you to whisper something dirty in my ear.”

Oh, her dare is much better than mine. I like where this is going.

I stand and walk to her with a stoically straight face. I lean down with my lips kissing her ear. “When you come, you hum my name with so much appreciation, it pushes me over the edge every time. You say my name with such reverie that I can feel your love for me pulsing through your veins. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.” Softly, I bite down on her lobe and give her a hum of appreciation of my own before I pull back.

I can’t fight the cocky smirk plastered across my face as she shivers.

“Dirty enough for you, Noah?”

“Very hot, Mr. Hale.” She bites her lip.

“Truth or dare?” I have the perfect comeback for either choice.

“Truth,” she says.

“Tell me a dirty fantasy that gets you hot, something you have never tried.”

She turned this game sexy, and now, it’s my turn. Noah is amazing in bed. I couldn’t ask for anything more from her, and our connection makes everything that much more perfect, but very rarely do I see her sexy side outside of the bedroom. I know it’s in there. I fondly, vividly remember the day she posed nude. Now, it’s time to see that side of her again.

“Um…” She stalls. “I saw this movie once.”

“What kind of movie?”

She chews on her lip and looks up at the ceiling.

“A porn?”

“Yes.”

“Go on, baby. Tell me what you saw that made you hot.”

“The girl, she was tied up.”

“And you’d like that? It would turn you on if I tied you up, restrained you to my bed?” Having her completely at my mercy sounds like the best idea ever. I wasn’t expecting her to admit to being curious about bondage, but the idea has my dick rising.

“Yes.” She looks me in the eyes. “I mean, nothing too crazy, but since I saw the movie, the fantasy has always been in the back of my mind. With you? I trust you enough to completely give my body over to you.”

Do I have rope? A belt? A tie? Anything to make her fantasy come true?

My mind races as I picture the scene.

“Truth or dare, Brazen?”

“Dare.” I couldn’t pick anything but that.

“I dare you to take off your clothes and come here.” She eyes me from head to toe.

Yes, thank you!

“That’s your move?”

“Yes, I want to play, Brazen.”

I move to her, hold her face, and kiss her deeply. When we come up for air, I say, “You don’t need a dare to get me naked, Noah. You can have that whenever you want.”

I take my clothes off and stand before her, so she can objectify me in any way she’d like. Noah gets on her knees, and I just about fall over. She looks me in the eyes with so much hunger in hers.

“You are so beautiful, Noah.”

She licks her lips and takes me in her hands.

“Thank you for everything tonight.” Her lips linger on the tip of my cock.

“You know I do things like tonight because I want to, because I love you, and because I get off on seeing you smile. You don’t owe me anything.” I gesture with my hands to her position on her knees.

“Shut up, Brazen. Stop being the good guy for a second, and let me enjoy tasting you. I know you don’t expect anything, and that’s exactly why I’ll give you everything.”

Noah takes me into her mouth. It’s warm and wet as her tongue swirls around the head. Those lips wrapped around me send me into overdrive. Her cheeks hollow, and she sucks hard. I grab on to her hair, and she gets more vigorous. Her tiny hands latch on to my balls, and I’m almost knocked off my feet.

“Yes, Noah, just like that,” I encourage.

Her other hand moves up the back of my thigh, so her nails can dig into my ass.

Her tongue swirls around me before she takes me deep enough to make her choke.

With her eyes tracking my every move, she slides me deeper into her mouth and then pulls out to suck on the tip over and over again. I groan and release myself into her mouth. Her lips stay wrapped around me while she swallows my cum and moans, vibrating my dick. When she’s finished, she licks her lips and then takes a long pull of her girlie beer after working up a thirst.

“You are incredibly sexy when you do that,” she tells me.

“Me? Damn, baby. I’ve never had anything like you.”

I bend and lift her into my arms.

“What’re you doing?” she asks.

My mouth latches on to the curve of her breast. “The party’s over, Noah. It’s time for the after-party.”

“You’re ready to go again?” She rubs her body against me.

“I’ll be more than ready once I lick every inch of you. What do you think about that? Ready for me to make you squirm?” My hands sneak up the back of her dress and rest on her ass.

“In our bed. In our home.”

“That’s right, baby, and it’s going to be one hell of a homecoming tonight.”

Noah is my home, and I’m happy we now share a house.

I’ll never let this incredible woman go.

Now, where are my belts?

My girl has a fantasy, and I’m going to give it to her.