I learned that Noah and escorts seem to go hand in hand. Every other Friday, on non-Erin weeks, he’d bring a different one home and repeat the same scene over again. Most nights I listened from upstairs, and the only sound I heard were the moans from the women he fucked.
The entire scene played out the same each time. Noah and the girl entered the house, the girls removed their clothes, positioned themselves naked on the couch, he'd fuck them, remove the condom, wash his hands, and escort them out to where the driver waited. The front door slammed, and he’d retreat to his room. I waited for him to close his bedroom door then I’d sneak out of my room and stand outside his door listening. He played instrumental music that sounded melancholy, and I could hear the faint sound of his shower.
His “routine” left me with one distinct impression - Noah Westlake didn’t enjoy fucking all those women, and he left the impression it made him feel dirty. He never kissed them, never touched them, there was no caressing or admiring their bodies. And they all had beautiful bodies. I found a spot on the stairs where I could see his reflection in the mirror that hung on the wall in the infamous room so a few times I watched from that position unnoticed. Noah always kept his clothes on. He'd unzip his pants and opened a few buttons on his shirt.
Though I hated hearing him fucking the women, he brought home; I couldn’t deny how aroused he made me. I had no control of my licentious mind while around him. Who was I kidding? Even when he left, I thought about his hands on my body and his tongue between my legs, or him filling me with his long thick cock. His behavior should have disgusted me, but instead, I became more turned on by him the more time I spent in his home.
One night as I crept to his bedroom door, he caught me. His bedroom door opened and I stood frozen a foot away from him. He was naked. His cock hung heavy down over his balls.
“Natalie, can I help you?”
I swallowed hard. “I, um, I…”
“You what?” He moved closer to me. “Come in.” He took me by my hand and brought me into his bedroom.
My breathing hitched as my body anticipated what was coming next. Noah brought me to stand at the side of his bed and told me to take off my clothes. I did as he asked. He remained calm like a man who had a plan and intended on working it through. I needed him to do whatever he wanted. The desire I felt for him became painful, and I could no longer satisfy myself.
I stood naked as he surveyed my body.
“Lay down on the bed and don’t move.” He left me and walked into his bathroom.
I lay on his bed moving my hips hoping to grind out my desire, but my wet folds continued to ache for him. My body pulsed for him and I felt greedy and restless every minute he made me wait. I don’t know how much time past, but he finally came out with his hair wet and a towel hanging low on his groin.
He came to the side of the bed and stared down at me. “Natalie you have a beautiful body.” He moved his hand over my skin from my neck, over my breast, down my stomach, to between my thighs. He slid his finger along my wet seam and my hips bucked at his touch.
“Get on all fours. Crawl to the foot of the bed and stay in that position.”
Again, I did as he said. I looked over my shoulder watching him as I stayed in doggie position. Noah climbed on the bed and with his finger swiped the folds between my legs, slid two fingers inside of me, pumped, then slid them out and licked his fingers clean of my juices.
“Noah, please,” I begged him to put me out of my misery.
He reached his hand under me and kneaded my breast in his hand.
“Noah.” I cried out, as I tightened my fingers on the end of the bed.
With his other palm flat on my behind, he circled over my skin. The contact brought me to my edge. He knew he tortured me and he enjoyed it.
He sat back propped up on the pillows against his headboard, fisted his cock, and hand fucked himself while staring at my behind. “Natalie, lean down on your forearms and stick your ass out further. I want to see everything.”
I adjusted my arms, leaned on my forearms and stuck my behind out higher in the air. Though the folds between my legs felt juicy and hot, I also felt the cool air hitting my exposed skin.
“You’re beautiful Natalie. Your lips are wet and swollen for me.”
Noah fisted his cock, moving up and down the shaft until he expelled a carnal moan from deep in his body while ribbons of come shot out all over his stomach. “Oh fuck, Natalie, you fucking have me.”
He pumped out the last few drops then crawled to me, positioned his face at my opening then began feasting on my wet silky folds. I couldn’t take the attack. My body built up so much need for this man I ascended into an earth shattering orgasm. The sound of my voice crying out for him was unrecognizable.
With the weight of his body, he pushed me down flat on my stomach. With my legs spread open to him, he pushed his cock inside of me and pounded away while he breathed in my ear. I stretched my arms above my head and gripped onto the edge of the mattress. Noah moved his hands over my arms until he found my hands then interlaced his fingers with mine.
Our bodies moved together like a wave in the ocean. Our skin moved against each other as beads of perspiration pooled between us. I craved the intimacy I felt as his strong hands held mine while his lips moved along the skin below my ear.
My orgasm came first then his followed. As we lost all control and our bodies had nothing left to give, Noah fell to the side and pulled me with him. He held me around my waist as I listened to him fall asleep.
I stayed for a while listening to the sound of his soft, steady breathing. Then I moved his arm just enough for me to slip out. I looked back one more time at the beautiful man sound asleep; he looked content.
I thought about the possible consequences that would come from our behavior, and I only hoped that I could continue living under the same roof with this man. My need for him would not go away. Being with him would only increase my desire for him, yet, he was unpredictable. Noah could decide he finished with me and I'd be right back to where I started.
Nothing happened after that night. We never talked about it but I noticed Noah stayed away from the home more often on the non-Erin weeks.
A few weeks after that night, I wandered alone in the house. It was a Wednesday on a non-Erin week, and I didn’t expect Noah to come home. When he left, he left for days at a time and only returned closer to the week’s end, bringing home an escort, a different face each time.
I grew curious about the time he spent with his escorts. Did he take them out to dinner and engage in normal dating conversation? Or did he bring them to a bar; ply them with alcohol followed by a quick fuck back at his house. These were questions that would go unanswered.
Earlier in the day, Mrs. Ross stopped by, accomplished everything she needed to then left. I sat by the pool most of the day but grew restless. I threw my cover up over my bikini and walked through each room observing the stillness of each space.
I stopped and stared out the spaces that were Noah’s; the chair he sat on in the family room, the couch he fucked his escorts, even the chair he sat in at the kitchen table when the three of us ate dinner together. I inhaled starving for even the smallest scent of him to remind me he was there. Even when he was in the home, it felt as if he wasn’t. He moved through his space so quietly. The only proof was the way my blood pumped through my veins when my body recognized Noah was near.
When I entered his office, I stopped at the front of his desk. He left the chair pushed back and his papers placed in the left-hand corner in a pile. I walked around and sat in his chair and breathed in again. I shifted my eyes to the three drawers under the desk. I slid open the first drawer. Contained in the first drawer were pens, a checkbook, a small black ledger, and paperclips. I closed the drawer and opened the second one. Various colored filing folders arranged in a neat pile took up all the space. Tabs labeled with the contents of each folder stuck out like colorful Chiclets. I browsed through them and stopped on the one that read “applicants.”
At first, I did nothing. I knew I shouldn’t be looking through Noah’s papers but then curiosity got the better of me, and I slipped it out from under the pile of other folders. I noted the file on the top and bottom since I felt certain Noah had them specifically arranged.
When I opened it, the first application was mine. I dropped the file on the desk and sifted through the other applicants. There were dozens, all with headshots, resumes, and references. I spread them all out across the desk and stared down at the faces that seemed to stare back at me. I tried to picture each one of them in my position but I couldn’t.
“Natalie,” Noah said.
“Noah, I didn’t expect you. You scared me.” I said as I placed my hand on my racing heart.
“What are you doing?”
I looked down at all the photos and decided lying was pointless. “Snooping.”
Noah smiled. “I see that, but why?
“I was restless, so I strolled around the house to entertain myself. When I got to this room, I sat down in your chair and snooped. I apologize, it’s wrong of me to go through your things.” Embarrassed that I got caught, I decided the truth was the best route to go. Noah rarely had a quick temper, but I expected him to have one now.
He stalked towards me, stopped and stood behind me. He stared over my shoulder, as he looked down at all the pictures. “Natalie, what do you see?” He breathed in my ear.
I looked back down at the faces: young, some old, some pretty, some plain. “Pictures of girls.” I looked back at the red folder. “Applicants.” Why hadn’t he yelled at me?
“What else do you see?” He asked. He closed the space between our bodies, and my breathing grew heavier as I felt his cock grow against my behind.
“I don’t understand what you’re asking?”
Noah reached around me and used his fingers to spread the pictures further out on his desk. My picture he did not touch, it stayed off to the side away from all the others. “Look at them, do you notice anything?”
I looked down and studied all the pictures, but my picture drew me back. “I’m sorry I notice nothing unusual. All of them look very nice but nothing out of the ordinary.” My eyes drifted to my picture again, and Noah followed my stare.
“You see.” He remarked.
“What?”
“You keep looking at your picture.”
“So.”
“I did the same thing. With these dozens of pictures in front of me, it was your picture that kept pulling my attention away from them.”
Noah moved his mouth closer to my neck and as he spoke his breath moved strands of my hair over my skin. He placed his hands on the outside of my thighs. He moved the gauzy material that covered my half naked body up my skin then stopped to ask permission. “May I?”
I barely shook my head and pulled my lower lip in between my teeth. The anticipation of what was about to happen settled in my core.
He continued removing the material from my body, leaned in, swept my long hair off to one shoulder, and kissed the skin on my neck. I gripped the edge of the desk attempting to steady myself. He whispered things as he trailed kisses over my skin. “Do you miss me when I’m gone?”
“Yes,” I whispered back.
“Are you lonely here, Natalie?”
“No,” I answered. I never felt lonely in Noah's home because being there made me feel close to him.
“Good. I never want you to feel lonely.”
He turned me, lifted me up and planted my behind on his desk. I felt the glossy pictures sticking to my skin. Noah pressed my body back then removed my bikini bottoms. He reached under my knees and bent them up spreading my thighs open to him. He slid his hands from the tops of my knees, down the inside of my thighs, over the skin of my sweet spot, and up my stomach to my breasts where he pulled the bikini top down under my breasts and palmed my breasts in his hands. Leaning over me, Noah took my taut nipple in his mouth, and with his tongue he swirled around then sucked, sending my nerves into overdrive. I moaned his name while he continued kissing and sucking my skin down to my wet folds between my legs.
He cradled my behind and lifted me up closer to his mouth then feasted on my plump folds. I spread my arms out to the side attempting to grab onto the edge of the desk. His warm wet tongue swirling around my wet silky skin brought me to my peak, and I came.
“Natalie, you’re beautiful.” Noah stood watching me lost in the orgasm he brought me to. I heard the sound of his zipper then felt his swollen cock at my opening. He grabbed onto my thighs and pushed deep inside me. Moving in and out of me, the pictures under my body slid off the desk onto the floor. He picked up the pace and just as I felt him release inside of me he moaned out my name. As he finished emptying himself inside of me, he fell on top of me. He positioned his mouth near my ear and whispered. “Natalie, I miss you when I leave.”
For him to reveal something so honest made my heart ache. I wanted him to say more, but I knew it was best if I left it there. I raked my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to me.
“Natalie, take a nap with me. I got no sleep last night; I want to sleep with you in my arms.”
He stood up and extended his hand to me, I picked up my bikini bottoms and my cover-up, and together we walked up to his bedroom. We stood next to his bed, and I removed my bikini top while he undressed. He pulled back the sheets, I climbed in, and he followed. He covered us as he spooned into my body then fell asleep.
There was something about Noah that made me feel deep sadness for him. His behavior with the escorts was abhorrent, but I also saw a very different side of him the side that needed love, warmth, and normalcy. Noah held on to me, spooning me as his warm, steady breath passed over my skin. This was the Noah that could hurt me and could love me. And this was the Noah that I was falling in love with.