Chapter Twenty

Kaleigh

It’s been two days since I thought I was dying. I knew I was getting sick. The pain in my bones started first, then it spread to the chills and by the time noon came around I was full-blown lethargic. What I wasn’t expecting was for Noah to come in on a white horse, full knight in shining armor, but with a kilt, with nothing on underneath it.

He made soup for me, called in sick, changed my sweaty sheets, and never once did he try to have sex with me. I mean, don’t get me wrong, his penis was alert and ready every time I moved next to him or even when he saw me showering and sneezing on myself.

Now I just got up from a nap, another one. Jesus, I feel like I’ve slept for a week straight. Noah is napping also. We have done nothing but watch television and given new meaning to Netflix and chill. I grab my phone when it buzzes on the table next to the bed. I make sure the noise didn’t wake him. He is wearing a pair of sweats and nothing else. One thing I’ve learned about Noah is that if he’s home he’s without a shirt. I’ve also noticed he’s almost OCD with having dirty dishes in the sink. I had my ass on his counter but God forbid I put a dish in the sink and not rinse and put it in the dishwasher. The world has to stop. Yesterday I did it just to see him freak out. It was quite entertaining till he realized what I was doing and threw me over his shoulder, slapping my ass so hard it stung. The phone buzzes again in my hand.

Tell Noah to call me after nine to discuss his proposition.

I really hope your proposition isn’t about sex.

Are you still high?

No. Maybe. Yes. I’m so sick. I hope you catch it.

Gee, thanks.

He said the job is yours and to tell him when you want to start.

When I woke from my nap, he mentioned that he and Lauren texted and that he may have offered her a job. I was surprised that he would do that, but the way he said it made sense. “He wants to bang her so bad he’s making everyone miserable. I will just take one for the team. Besides, I heard that Lauren puts your email in alphabetical order.” It was as if she hung the moon.

How does next Monday sound? She asks and I know it works perfectly because he mentioned losing his latest PA starting Monday, so it doesn’t leave her much time since it’s already Wednesday.

It sounds like I need to have sex with him. He’s so hot taking care of me. I should give him a blow job.

With a throat infection? He might catch it!!!

In his dick?

No, dumbass, in his throat. Gotta go.

I laugh at her and then put my phone back, looking over at him with his hands crossed and resting on his stomach. My body starts perking up for him. I slowly rise to my knees and take off the robe I’m wearing, leaving me naked. I lick my lips, crawling to him, the bed dipping a bit, but not enough to wake him. My hands go to the elastic of his pants. I pull them down a touch. I don’t have that much space since he’s lying on his back, but just enough to get his cock out. It’s semi hard already. I cup him in my hand softly, looking up at him to see if he will stir. His eyes don’t even flicker, so I go a step further, leaning down and taking him in my mouth a bit, just the tip. When my hand cups the base that is now fully erect I throw my leg over his hip and lean back down, taking him all the way in my mouth. I repeat it three times before I feel his hands in my hair and a groan slips out of him. Letting his cock go, I look up.

“Sorry. I couldn’t wait any longer,” I tell him, going back down on him again.

“You can wake me each and every single time like that.” He lifts his hips, pushing his pants down his hips and giving me full access to his cock.

I twist my hand down his base, my mouth following. My nipples rub against his sweats, making them pebble from the friction. It also makes them ache to be touched.

“Fuck,” he says when I take him all the way in.

“So,” I say, letting him pop out of my mouth, then lick down the base, “when was the last time you got tested?” My tongue twirls around his balls.

His hips thrust up into my hand. “Last month,” he says, fucking my hand, and I switch from the left ball to the right one. “At my yearly.” His eyes try to stay open, but I suck one of his balls into my mouth gently.

“Me, too.” I wink at him. “Must be a sign,” I say, crawling back up to take him back into my mouth. His hands find their way into my hair. His cock starts to get bigger in my mouth and I know he’s almost there because his hips start thrusting to meet my mouth each time. Letting his cock go, he groans out his frustration but slowly stops when I move up. “So if I sat my pussy on your cock right now without a condom, would that be okay?” I ask him as I squat over his cock. My feet are placed beside his hips and my knees off the bed.

“I would be more than okay with that,” he says, grabbing onto my hips.

I grab his cock, squatting on top of him. I rub his head from my clit to my entrance. Once he is there, I use my legs to lower myself on him. My thighs shake since I’m going so slow. He slides in me, one centimeter at a time. It is so slow I feel every single ridge of his cock. We both throw our heads back when he is planted all the way inside me. Using my legs again, I rise up and when I’m going back down he thrusts up, hard.

“I want to do all the work,” I tell him breathlessly. “You rest,” I say, riding him, my thighs starting to burn a bit.

His hands leave my hips and go up to cup my breasts. He twirls my nipples with his fingers while I ride him. Slowly at first, then my body takes over. The need for him takes over. The need to cum takes over. My pants fill the silence of the room.

“I love your cock,” I say and move one hand to his stomach and another to my mouth, sucking a finger in, then bringing it to my clit. I start rubbing my clit in little circles. My pussy gets tight, my pace a little bit more frenzied. I look at Noah to see that he is watching his cock enter my pussy. “Like what you see?” I ask him, almost panting.

One hand leaves my breast as he comes down to my clit. He follows my finger, throwing me off at times. It’s a battle of who is going to play with my clit. A battle that I will let him win.

“This little pink clit peeking out,” he says, his teeth almost clenched. “If I pinch it, you think you can come harder?” he asks and I’m almost past the point of understanding.

I moan out my answer, my hands now coming up to play with my nipples. I roll them the same time he pinches my clit. It’s too much. My stomach clenches, my toes curl, and my pussy pulses around his cock.

“That’s it,” he says, hissing out. As I pound down on him, my juices run down his cock, dripping on his balls. “Fuck.” He lets go of my clit and I cum on him again.

My legs start to shake as I ride out my orgasm, to the point that now the burning increases. I’m almost to the end of the orgasm when he grabs hold of my hips, his fingertips digging in, and plants me down on his cock. My knees fall forward. His hips come off the bed, trying to get deeper and deeper in me as he cums in me with a roar. I collapse on top of him. Our breathing starts coming back to normal.

“If you want to wake me up like that every single day, I will not say no. Ever,” he says, pushing the hair off my face, leaning down to kiss the top of my head.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say. “I’m really glad we did this on your side of the bed. I hate napping in a wet spot.” I giggle then sit back up, his cock still in me. I peel myself from him and walk to the bathroom. “I need a shower.” I look over my shoulder at him. “You coming?” I don’t have to ask him twice as he is already stumbling out of the bed and his legs are trying to get out of his sweats.

We stay in the shower till our hands look like prunes and the water turns to ice. By the time night comes around and we are both sitting downstairs at the island enjoying the last of the soup, I feel almost human.

“I have two meetings tomorrow morning,” he says, putting his plate in the dishwasher. “You think you’ll be okay?” he asks, his hair all tossed around. He stands at the sink with just his boxers on. His white Calvin Klein boxers, which mold him everywhere. “Um, hello?” he says loudly.

I blink my eyes, finally coming out of my cock dream. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I think I’m okay to go back home. I don’t think I’m contagious.”

He comes to me, picking me up under my armpits, and my legs wrap around his waist.

“Want to see me put my legs behind my head?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him as he starts to walk toward the stairs, stopping mid-step near the stairs.

“Is this enough space for you to show me and for me to ram my cock into you?” he asks with fire in his blue eyes.

I swallow a big gulp. “Yup, this is perfect.” And then I show him exactly how a pretzel looks. Naked. By the time I peel myself away from him the next morning at six a.m. I’m counting the hours till I see him again.

I unlock the door just as Lauren is coming downstairs for coffee. “You look so much better,” she says, walking to the machine, taking out two cups for us.

“I feel a hundred and fifty times better. Jesus, I thought I would die,” I say, grabbing the cup of coffee she just poured for me. I get up, going to the fridge, and getting my coconut milk. “Did you fuck with my milk?” I ask her, watching her bring the cup to her lips and then smile behind it.

“Who, me? No, I didn’t.” She takes a sip. “But I can’t confirm that Austin didn’t.”

I groan out, pouring it out in the sink.

“Asshole,” I say under my breath, sitting down on the stool, drinking my coffee black.

“He drank someone’s breast milk.” She tries to plead his case. “Someone we don’t know.”

I shoo her off with my hand, rolling my eyes. “Blah, blah, blah, how are my monkeys?” I ask about the kids.

She starts telling me a story about Rachel and her yoga poses.

“I’m so bloated,” I cut her off.

“When is your period?” she asks, leaning on the counter.

“I just finished it,” I tell her, pushing down on my little pot that is there. “You know what, I think it is air.”

Lauren looks over at me, confused.

“I’ve had so much sex these last couple of days he probably pushed air into me.” I watch her stand up. “You know, from pumping in and out.”

“Are you insane? You don’t get bloated from having air pushed into you from sex.” She folds her arms over her chest.

“Well, his dick is huge.” I shrug.

“Kaleigh, that is the craziest shit you have ever said, and trust me, I know you say some pretty crazy shit. You are not bloated because his dick is big and he pushed air into you. It can’t happen.” She turns to put her cup in the sink.

“You don’t understand,” I say, fisting my hand and slapping it with the other, making the motion of air being pushed in. “See, it’s being pushed in.”

“I don’t have time to go over this with you. I have kids to get ready,” she says, walking away.

“That’s because I’m right,” I say to her back. Lifting up the cup, I bring it to my lips. “You can totally get bloated by air being shoved inside by a big dick.”