Chapter 3
Emma
“I enjoyed this dinner with you a lot. So, do I get to see you again, cupcake?” the Tinder guy asked me, leering at me from his driver’s seat.
I had already regretted accepting to let him drive me back home countless times, having already forgotten his name. The interior of his car reeked of cigarettes, and his yellow teeth made my insides crawl. The mixture of his cloying cologne and sweat was assaulting my nostrils, giving me another reason to want to get the hell away from him as soon as possible.
The polite me would answer him with “Maybe” and send a small smile his way. The desperate me that hated this date prevailed and without further ado said, “Sorry, but no. I’m not interested. Thank you for the dinner.” At least I had paid the half of it, refusing to let him pay all by himself for the disaster of our meal.
“Bitch,” he spat.
I rolled my eyes, opening the door and rushing out before he turned all psycho on me and hit me or something like that.
He left in a cloud of smoke, his tires abusing the asphalt as he sped up, and disappeared from my sight. With a long sigh, I unlocked my door and entered my place, telling myself I was supposed to know better.
This was another failed date from one of the dating apps I used, which came after numerous fiascos I had gone through these last few years. I was so sick of those cocky guys on the app that thought swiping right was just an easy way for them to get into bed with another girl. This guy was another one who was so sure he could just slide his hand up my thigh underneath the restaurant table and get what he wanted.
At least I wore jeans, so that was my silver lining.
I plopped down on my couch, throwing my purse on the coffee table, and remembered how easy it was to be with Noah.
I closed my eyes, feeling a well-known pressure in my chest that appeared each time I let myself think about him. The first two years after my breakup with Noah were the worst. I’d been so furious with him for not responding to my letters, which came like a cherry on the top after he chose to leave me to go to the army, showing me how little he actually cared about me.
I was broken-hearted, but I was still determined to give him and our love one last chance. I stayed in contact with him, hoping he would reconsider his decision and come back, all the while praying that he would be in one piece and safe.
But then he started ignoring my letters, making me realize I had been a complete fool. I’d thought something terrible had happened to him, but then I talked to his mother and she showed me his latest letter, which meant he was well and alive. He just didn’t want to communicate with me anymore.
Giving up on him was the hardest decision of my life. My best friends tried to cheer me up, taking me out into clubs and introducing me to their single friends, but hooking up with men only made me feel more depressed, so I put a pause on dating, giving myself time to pull out of that inner gloominess that followed me wherever I went.
I focused on my studies, finished my college, and started working as a kindergarten teacher, relying on time to heal my wounds.
I loved my job, and I absolutely loved children, so I managed to get back on my feet emotionally and give myself another chance at dating. However, I only encountered the “fine men” drought, because all the men I’d been meeting were classic douchebags.
They all thought that just because they had the looks, all girls would fall at their feet, but they were terribly mistaken. Sure, I’d let a few of them get into my pants because, after all, I needed some action, but each encounter left me more drained on an emotional level, until I reached the point where I was perfectly satisfied with having my vibrator get the job done. Who needed men when sex toys were hassle-free?
In a rare moment of weakness, I unlocked my phone and scrolled through my photo gallery until I reached the bottom. There was that one photo that I had kept saved all this time, a stubborn and masochist part of me refusing to delete it.
I felt tears prickling my eyes when they fell on Noah in the photo, who was smiling next to me, his arm wrapped around my waist while holding the phone with his other hand to take the shot.
He made this photo a year before he went to the army, which was before all that tension between us started. My throat closed up at the happiness in our eyes, our smiles as huge as they could get as we posed for the camera.
Everything about Noah had been perfect. He had been comfortable to be with, and he understood me more than anyone. And sex… Oh God, the sex was the best. I’d never found anyone who made me feel what Noah made me feel, and just thinking about it now brought the familiar heat to my pussy, which begged me to touch it and get rid of the pent-up tension.
But I couldn’t. If I touched myself to the memory of Noah, I would break my promise to myself that I would never allow him to get into my head again. I had to be stronger than that.
I threw my phone to the side and bit into my lip, attempting to force the memory of him out of my mind, but it was too late. As if watching a movie reel unfolding in front of my eyes, my mind returned to the first time I went to his house.
Mrs. McAllister was down in the kitchen, so imagine my embarrassment when Noah took me to his room.
“Noah,” I whispered to him when he pulled me up the stairs. “Are you sure this is okay? Your mom is right in the kitchen.”
He rolled his eyes, wearing his signature smirk. “So, what? She likes you and she’s cool with me bringing girls into my room.”
Blush coated my cheeks. “Oh, so you’re bringing girls to your room often?”
Chuckling, he pulled me into his room and closed the door behind him. “Are you jealous?” He winked at me. “No, silly, you’re the first girl I brought here, but I talked with her before and she told me she didn’t mind me bringing girls here. So, relax.”
He had backed me to his bed, not giving me any time to study his room before his lips covered mine.
“You have no idea how many times I imagined you like this. In my room.” His hands slid down my shoulders and arms, reaching my waist, and he kissed me again, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth.
I was torn, divided between wanting to do everything with him and the shame of having his mother so close to us.
“Still, Noah.” I pushed him by his shoulders feebly, biting into my lower lip. “I don’t think it’s okay. She might hear us—”
“Relax, baby.” He pushed me down on his bed and lay down next to me on his side. “Here, I won’t sleep with you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He nestled his head in between my neck and shoulder and kissed the tender skin there. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t touch you.”
When he leaned away to look at me, his eyes were filled with pure desire. Breath hitched in my throat, my heart beating like crazy. His hands traveled all over my chest and waist, weakening my resolve not to let him do anything to me here.
“Please, baby. I just want to make you feel good.” He kissed my breast over my shirt, and a moan escaped my lips. “I just want you to give you pleasure. Nothing else. And if it will make you feel better…”
He stood up and went to his stereo. He turned it on, and a rock song started playing, not too loud but loud enough to cover any moan that could slip out of my mouth.
He returned back, and my eyes went over his hard-on that was tucked in his pants. My pussy throbbed at the sight, subtly telling me that I was acting foolish. I needed him. I needed what he could give me right now. So, screw insecurities and shame.
“So? Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, and he covered me again, smashing his lips against mine.
His kiss was aggressive, almost bruising, igniting everything in me. I clutched his shirt, arching my back when his hands covered my breasts. I wore a bra, but the material was so flimsy that I almost felt his touch as if he was touching me directly. I could feel my nipples turning hard, my breasts aching for his mouth. He moved in between my thighs, his erection poking all the right places.
“What do you want me to do?” he muttered into my neck, grinding himself against me, and I was quickly losing my control.
“Suck my tits,” I said in a voice that wasn’t mine.
He didn’t waste a second, pulling my shirt and bra up. He cupped the underside of my boobs and leaned to kiss one nipple then the other.
“Ah, Noah…” His mouth wrapped around my nipple and sucked it, making my pussy soaking wet. “What are you doing to me? Jesus. So good.”
He did the same thing to my other nipple before he returned to the first one and sucked it again. As much as I loved him doing this, I needed more, but he didn’t move his fingers to touch me down there.
“Noah, please.”
I could feel him smirk above my hard bud. “Please what? Tell me, Emma. Tell me exactly what you need.”
Now I couldn’t care less that we were in his room and that his mother is here too. Now all I cared about was to get what I needed, and I needed it immediately.
“Touch my pussy, Noah. I need you to touch me there.”
“With pleasure, sweetheart,” his voice was thick with arousal, his hand hot when he slid it down my stomach and into the waist of my low-rise jeans.
For a second, I felt relieved that I had remembered to shave my mound yesterday, but then the relief was replaced with pleasure when his fingers came in contact with my wet, pulsating flesh.
“Fuck, Emma. You’re already so wet for me. You’re too fucking good.”
I moaned when he started moving his fingers, slowly stroking my pussy, all the while supporting himself against his elbow as he lay down on his side next to me. His mesmerizing amber eyes were fixed on my face as he watched me, his quick breathing matching mine.
“If you could only see yourself now,” he said, bringing his finger to my entrance. “You’re so beautiful.” He slipped that finger into me, filling me inch by inch, and I pressed my hand against my mouth to prevent myself from moaning.
“Please, more.”
He half-smiled, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “More?”
“More.”
“How much more? Tell me.”
“Four.”
He raised his eyebrows, his eyes darkening. “Four? Holy fuck, Emma. You’re really something else.”
I returned his gaze, tipping my chin up. “Four fingers are nothing compared to your cock.”
“Fuck. Me.” Noah growled and shifted on the bed to unzip my jeans and take them off. He growled when his eyes landed on my red lace thong. “My cock is aching to be inside of you right now. What are you doing to me?”
“Four fingers, Noah,” I reminded him, looking at him seductively.
With another growl, he pushed my thong to the side and thrust all four fingers at once inside, stretching me widely.
“Noah!” I screamed, completely forgetting to stay quiet.
Kneeling next to me, he grabbed my waist to keep me in place and began pounding into me, his gaze shifting between my face and pussy back and forth. I felt the pressure in me building too quickly, my mind in haze as he quickened his pace. It was too good. He was too good, and I felt seconds away from my release.
“Yes! Don’t stop, honey. I’m going to come all over your fingers.”
“Yeah, babe. Come for me.” He leaned down and started kissing me, fingering me even faster.
The knocks on the door felt like the sound of thunder in the middle of quiet, but I was too lost in ecstasy to care.
“Noah? Do you and Emma want some cookies?”
The danger of getting discovered any moment only increased my arousal, and I was so damn close…
Noah just flashed me a smile and whispered an order into my ear. “Come. Now.”
It was all I needed to come hard, biting into my hand so I wouldn’t let any sound out, drowning in sensations.
“No, mom! We’re fine!” he answered her, not even taking his eyes off of me as aftershock after aftershock rocked my body.
“I love you,” he told me when his mother left and all that was left of my orgasm was a blissful daze. “I love you so much.”
He snaked his arms around me and held me in his arms, our breathing slowing down.
“How about you?” I asked quite timidly, which was a stark contrast to the bold me just a few moments ago. “You didn’t cum.”
“Don’t worry about me and just relax. Let me hold you like this for a while.”
I felt so comfortable and safe in his arms that I actually fell asleep like that, thinking how lucky I was to have someone as amazing as Noah.