Nothing prepared me for the feeling of Noah descending his whole palm against my eager lifting mound, grinding my clit and his fingers grazing the line of my slit.

I mean, I’d had dirty, filthy dreams of just this, I’d gotten myself off countless times imagining him finger fucking me, of prying my pussy lips open and licking right there, an embarrassing amount of times… but nothing in god's green fucked up earth could have emotionally prepared me for how it felt because I bucked suddenly and a puff of air expelled my lungs like I was a corpse.

“Ohhh.” My eyes pinged open then shut very tightly just as fast.  

My body desperate.

Bless my soul if I died right now I’d go with a shudder in my vagina and the knowledge Noah, the object of my fantasies, had finally touched me.

“It’s soft,” he murmured in his thick voice.

I was horrified when I felt him fluff my little landing strip of pubic hair. “I would have gone to my waxing lady had I known you were going to accost me.”

He laughed and did it again. “I like it. These shorts have to go, kitten, I want to see what I’m doing to this tight little slit that it’s making you moan the way it is.” Jesus. That was the only warning I got before he whipped them down my legs and oh look, now I was half naked…

It’s only been minutes, felt more like hours, but I’m so lost in the feel of him, the sensations he’s pulling from me.

Don’t open your eyes, don’t open. They opened against strict instructions, I had to see his face to know if—oh damn, heat blasted in every corner because he was gazing at my vagina, petting me, oh the petting, it sent fizzing pleasure throughout my curled toes, already I could feel my own wetness as his stroking went on and on.

Noah leaning up on one elbow didn’t seem to care for that position when he suddenly changed and rolled up onto his knees, using his hands he spread my legs—fuck—and placed himself between them, fully facing my lady garden and my knees wanted to spring closed, shy and holy crap, was this happening?

“Hey, we don’t have to—”

“Quiet, kitten, unless you want to tell me how good this is for you. I want to go inside.”

The confident testing strokes felt incredible, only my glued tongue was incapable of forming words. Instead I moaned, my belly fluttering, if all he did was pet me like a cat and I was about get off on it.

I was afraid I’d wake up before I got my orgasm.

Nothing proved to me more that my libido was stronger than my will when I realized I was letting my best friend experimentally caress my pussy.

How weak was I?

I was weak and needy for him, that seemed to be my whole argument.  

The word desperate lingered in my mind and I shut it out because, oh, that feeling. More. That feeling was the crack of lightening right before the rumble of thunder. It’s pulsing so hard through me I shuddered.

His head came up and gave me a measured glance. Had I said it out loud?  

His gaze was a heavy, weighty thing before it shifted back between my legs, this time he drew his thumb up and down my wetness, already my lower half was gathering, tightening up deep inside, muscles ready to release. I’d never come this fast before with barely any encouragement.

If I came would he stop?

A woman gets to a point in life where she assumed she knew sex and all that it encompassed. Confident in my body and what it needed to feel good, some sex I’d had was wonderful, other times not so much, but I knew one thing for sure; the second Noah pushed a finger deep inside me and hooked up against my front wall, making my back arch clean off the bed, I knew then I’d never been finger fucked in quite this way or this good before.

Dizziness swamped me. There was no up or down anymore. I was floating somewhere in the space between the moon and Noah. “Oh god.” I emitted, covering my eyes with a hand. I heard Noah laugh throatily.

“You like that? It’s hot and wet. I’m giving you another finger; can you take that?”

Could I be embarrassed and turned on at the same time? Sure.

I squeaked out a yes.

This was Noah digging around in my pussy. I mean it was no big deal.  

In a month of Sunday’s this was never meant to happen, even as a science project for an extra curricula grade.

I peeked from behind my hand. Our eyes tangled and I couldn’t look away.

Where I assumed I’d see a twinkle of amusement in his blues there was none. He was concentrated. So, fucking intense, his pupils nearly masking his irises and he was breathing as deeply as I was, which was impossible because it was only me being driven mad with lust.

His lids lowered a fraction, but he didn’t close his eyes. He watched my reaction when his finger thrusted hard suddenly, my moan was low powered it vibrated inside me.

Mother of Beelzebub, I was being fucked by the devil himself. A devil who smirked, hummed and did it again.

Clenching hard, my lower half having a grand old time.

I should tell him to stop.

But I was not thinking with my girl-brain. The one upstairs that was so smart when it told me to pay the broadband and to choose avocado over chocolate. That brain of mine was wise when it said we couldn’t have shoes this month, but next month those kitten heels were ours after we’d put some money aside.

I wasn’t thinking at all with that brain.

Not when the slut between my legs took charge, basking in the forbidden touches.

Oh, the taboo of it all.

My entire body tightened with a pang of arousal so acute I lost the air from my lungs. Oh god, it felt so good.

 “That’s the magic button, isn’t he?” his voice confident, pressed his thumb harder to my clit, my undulation was instinct. “Mmhm. Yes.” Clench. Clench. God. I can’t take it. The pleasure almost hurt. Gritting my teeth, I gripped the bed covers tighter in my fist. It’s as if those soft thread count sheets can anchor me somehow, even as my hips raise, seeking more, it’s impossible to stay still.

“How do straight men not know where it is? Even a gay man could find it nestled. Is it sensitive, kitten?”

He wanted me to talk, now? Jesus. “It is when you brush it like thaaaaaat…” another shudder as he repeated the movement. I was going to come so soon.

“The little thing is so hard and swollen, I can hardly get any friction it’s fucking slippery, and you’re tightening up on my fingers. I didn’t think it would feel this tight, I can hardly pull out, it’s like fucking against the current.” He had a sense of gravelled wonder about his voice with his running commentary. I was glad I could help his education. No, really, I was.

Oh fuck, the pleasure, it was drowning me.

Noah held nothing back in his discovery of how my body reacted to what he’s doing, his voice thick I could almost convince myself he was enjoying himself as much as I was.

Crude words that made me burn hotter than flames.

Sweat trickled between my breasts.

My thighs trembled, and my sex throbbed.

I whimpered incoherently, my hips writhed. Jesus help me. I was trapped in a vortex of heat and sex with the door locked and I’d swallowed the key. I know now I was seeing this to the end, there was no prematurely ending it.

The wet slurp noise was my own body.

It hadn’t scared the gay man yet. Maybe he didn’t mind it?

I urgently wanted to ask him what he was thinking but no words would come.

He went in and out, over my lips, against my clit, like he wanted to experience all my pussy all at once. My brain was going off in all signals not knowing how to handle the sensations. I’d been fingered before, it wasn’t the actual sex frying my circuits. It was Noah.

This was unbelievable.

The little focused grunts he made were fucking gorgeous.

Each time he discovered I liked a certain friction better than another he repeated and then he grunted right after. I inched an eye open and watched him. His breath was a raw, uncontrolled sound that only amped up my own breathing to sync up with his unconsciously, his heat palpable against my exposed skin.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this.” I panted. His free hand was on my lower abdomen, almost as if he was keeping me down in that position while his other hand worked me up, worked me deep.

My attention zeroed in on the dot of sweat running down his forehead, my back bowed off the bed and he repeated the same stroke, the deep kind that had me moaning like a bitch in heat, seriously, I was on fire, that spot where everything had gone needy as my core tightened.

“It feels nice, wet and slick. You have a pretty pussy, kitten, so fucking pretty.” A wild shudder ripped through me as he tapped against my G-spot. He noted my reaction, so he did it again, harder this time, grinning while he did. “Jesus…God.” My eyes rolled.

“Oh, fuck.” He chuckled roughly. “That’s the holy grail. Found your G-spot, I think I’ll torture it now.” He shifted his whole body to lie at my side, pulling my leg over his, opening me so fully I felt exposed, I tried to close them. “No, keep them open, my shoulder was cramping up, I needed to switch places, fucking you is tenuous work, Sena,” the smirk on his lips, like he knew just how deep he was undoing me with a few strokes of his long fingers now soaked with my pleasure he was dragging out of me. He took his wet hand right back between my legs and resumed.

Fucking you. Oh, merciful god in heaven. I wanted him to keep saying that over and over.  

“Noah…” Pant after pant. So close.

“You want it? I could do this all night. No wonder straight guys get lost inside a pussy, it’s fucking hot in here, that tightness is doing something to me, fuck, squeeze a little more, I like feeling it.”

My walls began to flutter and close in around his hand when he tried to push in a third finger and that’s when I lost all sense of time and space, my head began to buzz, my spine softened right at the base and when I came it was with a trapped scream in my throat, head thrown back, fingers gripped the bed sheets, I pumped my hips fucking his hand, feeling how deep they slid inside me, right to the knuckles, he twisted and drew out so much come from me I was sure any second now I’d pass out from lack of oxygen.

I was wet, and he was wet, and I could barely think over my savage desire escalating through me.

Noah Fierro wrecked me, utterly, completely.

My heart zinged around my chest unable to contain the emotions I was experiencing. Feelings I shouldn’t be having for the man forbidden to me were forefront in my head.

I felt my hunger like a throbbing tooth.

With any other lover, I would be begging for more, already my legs twitched and my back arched as my fingers let go of their hold on the bed. Any other man I would have rolled on top of him, kissed him sweetly and impaled myself.

There was a traffic jams worth of pleas in me and I couldn’t say any of them.

This was Noah. He had nothing but curiosity to find out what a vagina felt like for himself, he wouldn’t be aroused by it.

Yet I couldn’t help my eyes straying down his body, over the lean muscles of his chest encased in a tight black wifebeater to land on his thin cotton gray sweatpants and—the large bulge was unmistakable.

I knew he wasn’t smuggling a banana down there.

Air puffed out of me. “You’re hard.” I said incredulously, unblinking.

Because I couldn’t believe it.

He was aroused?

Somehow, I was left with obnoxious embarrassment that I possibly aroused Noah. I was as confused as a nun at a One Direction concert. Nothing about this was ordinary and now I was staring at something very large that didn’t make any sense at all.

“Hard as stone.” A grin twinkled his rich eyes, his hand removed from between my legs, he rested it on my belly, I could see the remnants of me glistening his fingers and I died a little inside. “Surprised me, too, Sena. You were too busy swearing like a sailor to notice I was dry humping the bed.”

Pops of lights filled my vision. He’d been… and I’d missed it. Dammit.

A long pause.

It went on and on.

Aware I was buck-ass naked I glanced around for my shorts. Where the hell had Noah thrown them? I couldn’t slip off the bed the way I was, I was already in a delicate position without adding thigh wobble to the situation.

Maybe I could drag the bottom sheet out and toga it. But then I saw a patch of pink half under him and I yanked them free. I’d never pulled on a pair of pants so fast before.

“You’re overthinking loudly, Sena. There’s no need.” Before I could train my gaze on him at all he’d rolled over on top of me, caging me in.

“Don’t go shy on me now. It’s only me. Thank you for letting me do that.”

Meanwhile in my little part of the world I was having a sexy little aroused aneurysm party due to the thick pipe digging into my stomach. Maybe it affected my filter between my brain and tongue because the next words out of my mouth I would swear for months to come that It wasn’t me who said it.

“Do you want me to take care of that for you? I can offer my hand or my mouth.”

My hand or my mouth…

Why didn’t I just tell him I was a giant slut as well.

Good gravy. I could feel my face scorching hot as unblinking eyes stayed on me, that gorgeous mouth quirked up at one end. “Offer many men a blowjob, kitten?”

“Only the gay ones that lie on top of me with a raging hard on.” I fired back boldly, slipping a hand between us I grasped the said hard on. Noah’s laugh went from a robust sound to a rumbled groan, his head came down to rest on my forehead, his breath panting softly over my cheeks.

He wasn’t stopping me, was he? My confidence ricocheted and sat on the ceiling.

I did it again, tighter, braver this time, molding the thick shape of his cock. It was easy to see he was commando under his sweats, his cock was too loose, too there for it to be confined by cotton underwear, I nearly felt each ridge of his veins.

Noah nudged my forehead with his.

“Is it crazy we’re doing this?”

“Hand-fucking each other you mean?” Trust the queer to be the candid one. I grinned and ground my heel against his crotch, his cock jerked.

“I offered mouth as well.”

A dark, sexy hum. “So, you did.”

“You made me feel good. I’ll probably avoid you tomorrow for ten years, but while I’m holding your cock, do you want the same, Noah? My very heterosexual womanly hand to reach inside and grasp you tightly and pump you until you spurt come over my fingers?”

“Fuck, kitten. When did you turn into a filth-talker?” He was grinding on my hand, holding his body over me, he didn’t appear he had plans to move any time soon.

“You stirred me up, now I feel like I need to give the same back. You can close your eyes and think of Vin Diesel if you want.”

I was that desperate I’d let him imagine it was a dude jerking him off, just so I could have the experience of making Noah come hard.

“I don’t need to pretend anything. You’re the one who got me this way. You and that pretty, fucking wet pussy I can still feel the heat of it.” He suddenly rolled off me, leaving me bereft of his weight. My brows fell, waiting for the moment he told me it was time to go home.

“Get over here then and bring that filthy-talking fucking wet mouth with you. I want a come like no other and since you’re my first woman, that’s exactly what it’ll be.” And then he reached into his sweatpants and brought out the beast.

The glorious cock bobbed against his belly, angry red at the tip, so thick and swollen, I wondered in panic for a second if he was going to club me to death with it because huge.

I’d perved the outline of his cock before, nothing measured up to seeing it in the glorified cut pink flesh. Smooth and long with a slight curve to the left, gorgeous blue veins leading to the neat mushroom head and he wanted me to put it in my mouth.

“Holy Freddie Mercury, that’s a nice cock.” I heaved in a breath. My mouth bone dry.

Extra moisture flooded between my legs like I was gathering to take a good hard fuck by the beast. If I concentrated deeply I could almost imagine how that would feel, how the thickness of him would stretch me impossibly to the point it would hurt amazing.

Knees liquified I got up on them and shuffled over to his right side as he got comfortable against the headboard. How could he look relaxed as hell like that?

Noah was right, I was over-analyzing too much. With a mental shake, I concentrated on what I did know. I was aroused. He was aroused, and I wanted to blow his mind...by blowing his monster cock.

“You’re sizing my cock up like you’re trying to figure how you’re going to stuff it all into your throat.” My head came up at his amusement.

Our eyes clashed. Sure, enough he was smiling.

I couldn’t allow him all the smugness, now could I? I was a southern belle with a mouthy attitude as everyone in my family told me, just because we were doing sex things didn’t change that.

“I reckon one inch at a time until you bottom out. How does that work for you, Noah? Good.” I shuffled another inch closer just as his hand stopped jacking himself off, like he was digesting what I’d said and liking it a lot because the tip began leaking and before I could go all logical on myself I swept down and licked up the droplet, making sure to swirl around the engorged head a time or three.

An enormous grunt came out of Noah, a noise in which I’d never heard from him before.

Don’t you ever just look at a gorgeous man and wonder how he moaned? My wish was coming true when I let my mouth fix around the thickness of him, sucking around the blunt head at first before moving my mouth down and up right to the middle of his cock.

And he groaned. Oh, sweet lord in Saks, he grunted so low in his throat I wanted to howl, if not for my mouth being stuffed full, stretching out my lips I would.

Leaning forward, my hair fell around us, the heavy thump of his heart under my hands became the barometer in which I measured the way I sucked him in. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Sena. Christ.” His mouth fell open with a brooding sound, eyes flamed. Big hands came to the back of my head and fisted deep into my hair. “Wicked little tongue.” He rumbled, mouth slack, eyes watching me with hot concentration, all of it worked through my already satisfied body like a drug. “Dirty little tongue. Fuck. Keep sucking like that, you’ll pull the come right out of me.” Letting my eyes open, my hands stilled on the root of his cock, my mouth full of his rounded tip, I licked and stroked in tandem, drunk on his musky taste, I chanced a look up towards his face. His focus was nothing short of jaw-dropping, he was into what I was doing to him.

Amazing.

I mean, I had his cock in my mouth, so it was pretty evident, but to see it with my own eyes flared over his face, the way he was gritting his teeth as I sucked him particularly hard and lapped at his leaking slit. I moaned, humming along his length.

“I’m not gonna last, kitten. Jesus. Fuck. This mouth. Let me feel all of it, take me in, right to the back.” And he threw his hips up once, twice, almost as if he was holding himself back from violently fucking my face.

My imagination was a weak-ass bitch, because the amount of times I’d laid in my bed or the bath tub on lonely nights and wondered just how his cock would feel coasting into my mouth, nothing prepared me, it was nothing like I’d imagined. He stroked my hair, using his hand at the base of his cock to hold himself steady while my hand pumped him, and my mouth drew him in, if this lasted much longer the sweetness of his cock would give me a fucking aneurysm.

I couldn’t stand how good he felt filling out my cheek.

Every grunt. Each time he fisted my hair on a shallow inhale.

I was doing this to him.

To Noah. Whoa. A head rush like no other, and the power trip was my own orgasm. My hands foraged up under his shirt and clawed nails the length of his torso, each groan ripped from him was my payment. This need inside me was pure aggression. As if I distinguished I had one chance to show him how good I could make him feel, how hard his come would be because it was my tongue getting him there as good as it felt, my chest was beating hard with the importance of what I was doing.

“Pumping your hips, again aren’t you? Look at you, Sena, turned on from sucking my cock?” I really was. It took some doing, and I couldn’t manage all, he was not only long but thick all around, but I took him down to the back of my throat fighting against a gag-reflex, fingers wrapping as I went, twisting as I licked back up to his tip. “Right there. Give me a tight suck.” His tone turned to a timber I’d never heard before, his sex voice was beautiful, smoke filled. I hummed, repeated the motion, his fingers tightened in my hair, pumping himself on my face.

“I’m going to shove my fingers into your narrow slit again soon as I come.” Noah ground out huskily. “You should be aware that’s what I have planned. I bet you’re dripping, now aren’t you?” I was. “You’ll shatter with another finger-fuck, if I hit that sweet spot like a damn punch ball.” His voice became strained. “When you came, Sena I could feel it shudder under my fingers. Oh, fuuuck, suck harder, that’s it. It can’t be... this good. How is it… god. Fuuuck, Sena.”

His animalistic moans were heady and addicting, and when he came, filling my throat with his salty pleasure I swallowed as best as I could, he didn’t let up thrusting or groaning for a long minute.

I’d sucked like a motherfucking champion.

I’d given my best friend a blowjob. Tasting his come, I sat back on my butt, panting to regain the functionality of my lungs, it was as though I was experiencing an out of body situation, looking down at Noah heaving in air, his stomach muscles taut and defined, his cock semi hard laying against his abdomen while I licked my lips.

“Well. Weren’t we just very bad.” I said flippantly. Cheeks flaming.

He noticed the wet patch on the front of my shorts and I choked even as Noah smirked somewhat pleased.

I wanted to do it again.

And again.

And again.

A pounding began in the back of my skull, inflicted by the taste of him lingering on my tongue, the way his cock jerked through his orgasm, I would never adequately be able to recount just how I felt taking him through that. If I had feelings for Noah before I knew how his orgasm sounded, and the guttural way he’d groaned my name as he fisted my hair, then now I was ruined for good.

All I could think about was escape.

No, that was a lie, all I could truly think about was fucking him, impaling his cock and never moving again for the rest of my life.

Then I thought about escape.

I couldn’t cope with the barrage of new feelings in my chest.

As he reached for me, no doubt to follow through with what he said, I panicked, rolled off the bed, claimed I needed to use the bathroom. I chose the one down the hall, farthest away from his bedroom, and instead of locking myself in the bathroom, I let myself out of his penthouse, like a chickenshit, rushing down to my floor and then I locked the door, sliding down to the floor, I cradled my head in my hands.

What in the name of Miley Cyrus had I just done?