CHAPTER 12: ZOEY
“Yes, Noah. Take me now.” I need this man inside of me this very instant. My mind is full of the dreams and visions I had of him pleasuring and fucking me. And now I have the guy exactly where I want him. “Fuck me, Noah.” My hero and savior – somehow, the incident with Zac has worked on me like an aphrodisiac. I have never been so wet between my legs before.
“Are you on anything? Do we need a condom?” he asks.
This frustrates me despite the reasonableness of his question. I want him now, and I will deal with the consequences later. Gone is levelheaded Zoey and welcome, ‘Miss Wanton Horny Bitch.’
“I get regular tests,” he adds.
I turn around. “Stop ruining this and fuck me,” I hiss at him, my eyes like daggers. I rip open my white shirt, exposing my bra. I glower at him as I begin to unbutton his shirt. I can’t help looking down at his cock. So far I only felt it. Seeing it for the first time makes me wetter still. I can’t wait to feel it inside of me.
It’s too much for him. In moments, his hands are on my breasts. He unclasps my bra, forcing my tits to bounce out. Noah growls his approval and promptly takes a nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. After I pull his shirt off, I grab his erection, pulling him closer to me.
“Oh, Noah. That feels so good.” I knew it would. I moan again and pull on his cock when he flicks his tongue on my nipple while he massages my other breast with one hand. Another moan escapes my mouth when his one remaining hand skates over my pussy.
“I am going to fuck you now, Zoey.”
“Yes, do it now.” I pull on his erection, guiding it to my wet pussy. When I feel the tip brush against my folds, I cry out. The touch is so light, but it is what I have been craving ever since I saw this man. “Oh, my God,” I scream when Noah flexes with his hips, slowly entering me. I let him in easily despite his girth. That is how aroused I am and in need of this man.
It feels better than anything. Oh, my God, Noah feels so good inside of me. I can’t believe that we were in such need of each other that we are fucking on the kitchen counter. It feels as if his big cock is splitting me apart. I’ve never had a man so big before.
I cry out. With each tentative thrust, Noah constantly hits a spot inside of me that sends electrical waves from my pussy all over my body. It’s so fucking amazing to feel his tip press against my cervix and pull back again.
My nipples are as hard as pebbles, and my tits feel so great in his hands. Fuck, this guy sure knows how to massage a pair of them. If he keeps his mouth shut, he knows how to treat a woman, point. There’s a spike of delight and a slight pain when he tweaks my nipples with his fingers. The sensation is hard-wired to my clit, and I fucking love it. “Oh, Noah, yes.”
“Feels good, huh?”
“Yes, yes, you feel so good,” I hiss.
I can feel the palms of my hands trying to become one with the cold granite surface on my kitchen counter as I press them down. The feeling of his cock moving back and forth between my wet lips is beyond anything I have ever experienced with a man before. Fuck, I can barely think. This man has robbed me of all of my cognitive functions. I hold my breath as he pushes his erection deeper and deeper. Noah is working me really slowly now. I know that he’s trying to pace himself lest he gushes inside of me – NO!
“You can’t come inside of me. I am not on the pill,” I hiss into his ear.
“Okay,” he responds between deep breaths.
Is that all he has to say? My mind loses this brief lucidity the moment Noah starts to pound me harder. Being stretched to the limit down there stings a little, making it almost too much to bear. Letting go is so worth it though. When Noah’s thumb rubs against my clit, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain makes my belly muscles pull together, and my butt cheeks shudder. The combination of his big cock and thumb has me muttering incoherently like a fool.
He kisses my neck and nibbles on my earlobe. He is so deep inside of me - the feeling is sensational. I arch my back – I need more of him if that were even possible. It feels like I can’t move; I don’t even want to breathe. Sometimes I think that I’ve forgotten how to do many things since having Noah Jackson inside of me.
With his hands on my hips, Noah fucks me just the way he wants to, and I fucking love it. I would be this man’s whore if he asked me to. He’s so damn sexy. I can barely hold this position we are in. I press my lips together when Noah leans down again to plant a kiss on my lips. At the same time, his deft fingers continue to spoil my clit with expert ministrations.
“Argh, Noah!” It’s too much; too much all at once.
“Come for me,” he hisses into my ear. “Come for me now.” His fingers circle my clit a few more times. His big cock twitches and ploughs into me with relentless zeal.
I press my forehead against his hard chest, relishing in the scent of sex – of us. It feels like I’m trying to escape Noah’s relentless lunges. He continues to bite, suck and kiss my neck. He fucks me harder upon seeing me writhing below him. He pulls back so that he can look into my eyes. It’s the closest I have ever felt to anyone in my life. I can literarily see into his soul and he into mine.
The sensation is magical. I can feel him all over and inside my body. His flesh, his being and everything that is Noah are now also a part of me. I love it, and I never want to let go of it. Our gazes never once unlock. I can see so clearly, clearer than ever before. I revel in the feral expression on his face that is also the sweetest thing I have ever seen. It’s all for me – I am doing this to him.
“Zoey, you are so beautiful; I can’t last for much longer.”
No, no, not yet, just a little more…yes, Noah, keep fucking me. The heat swells over my body like molten lava. Inside of me, Noah’s cock seems to reach epic proportion as it swells in size. My pussy accommodates him by clenching and goading his flesh further until a blinding light flashes before my eyes.
It appears to consist of all of the colors in the rainbow. At the same time, paralyzing pleasure flows over me, claiming my entire body as I come apart below him. I can still feel him swelling inside of me as I melt onto his cock. His heavy breathing intermingles with my deep cries as I attempt to inhale as much air as possible lest I collapse onto the kitchen counter.
Noah cries out. At the same time, I feel him slide out of me. I need to close my eyes and rest after my orgasm, but I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I want to see him come apart for me. I need to see how Noah climaxes because of me.
All of the muscles on his body tense. I reach out. I need to control this. I grab his cock and start to jerk it. It feels silky smooth from the juices of my intense orgasm. His face contorts into a sublime rictus as I pump and pump. It feels so good. I reach forward and cup his balls with my other hand. I am addicted to this man. I want him to shower me with his love.
He cries out in the most feral snarl imaginable. I grin at him, my gaze never leaving his. In moments, I feel a warm sticky substance spray onto my belly and breasts. Some of it even reaches my face and mouth. I lick my lips, relishing his taste as I continue to bask in this hedonistic carnal encounter. It feels so delightfully dirty to have this Greek god of a man ejaculate all over me. It’s as if he is laying claim to me for all eternity.
“Jesus, Zoey. That was incredible,” says Noah, collapsing onto me.
“Yeah, I had the most unbelievable climax.” I feel my legs shudder beneath me. If my upper body weren't pinioned on the counter by Noah’s weight, I would have slid onto the floor.
I purr contently when he kisses my neck. He grips my chin in his hand and kisses me like he truly needs me. My heart swells in my chest as I find myself kissing him back passionately and with the same force. I’m saddened when I feel his cock slip away from me. It’s as if our divine connection has been broken.
With his departure, the last vestiges of orgasm finally leave me and reality sets in. I start to feel a little apprehensive. I don’t want to be left in a position in which I would get hurt again. My breathing speeds up until the only thing I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest. Zac hurt me even though I didn’t love him anymore.
And what about Noah? Is he even able to have a relationship? Does he want or need one? James Jackson is of that opinion or otherwise he wouldn’t have told me what a great couple we would make. He said that Noah really likes me and that it was the reason he behaved like such a fool around me.
With my heart hammering away like a cylinder in an engine, I wait for Noah to say something. To tell me that what we had just done was incredible was a start. Now, I need a little more reassurance. I relish feeling him close to me. He seems as reluctant as I am to release our hold of each other no matter how uncomfortable the counter is. For the moment, he seems content to have his nose buried in my hair.
“Zoey?”
I tense when I hear his voice. I don’t know for how long we have been standing in my kitchen holding on to each other. “Yes.”
“Why don’t we have a glass of wine on the sofa,” he says.
I nod, feeling a little put out that he didn’t have anything more momentous to say. I watch him slip his briefs and jeans back on. Fortunately, he doesn’t put his shirt back on. I love looking at the way his muscles flex when he opens the wine bottle we forgot about because of our lovemaking. While he is busy with the bottle, I head off to wipe myself clean and fetch my dressing gown.
“So what happens now?” I ask when I get back. I watch Noah carefully. The whole atmosphere in the kitchen has changed since we had sex together. I can literally see the tension floating in the air.
He shrugs as he grabs the wine bottle and two glasses. “I guess we can have the wine now. Nothing like it after some really good sex.”
Is that all I am to him – good sex? I frown. I don’t like the flippant way he’s behaving. Noah is treating me like some slut he picked up in a bar in New York and took home for a one-night-stand. I know things went really fast between us, but that is still no reason to make me feel as bad as I do. What we just did together was magic, and it had felt so right.
“Do you want a drink?”
“What?” I am too lost in my own world to hear Noah from his position on the sofa.
“Do you want a drink?” Noah frowns at me. For a millisecond, I think I see concern register on his face.
“If you’re having one.”
“I am – come over here,” he says, patting the spot next to him with a smile on his face.
I swear if he would always smile at me like that, I would never be worried again. It’s just when he lets that casual arrogance float over him that I feel uncomfortable. I walk over to him on the sofa.
I sit down gratefully and take the glass he offers me. “So what now?” I blurt. The curiosity is killing me. I can’t wait another second without knowing where we are heading with this, with us.
Noah arches his eyebrows. “What does it look like? Just two people having a drink after some insanely hot sex.” He shakes his head at the memory and whistles happily.
I could kill him. He’s treating what happened between as something meaningless. “Is that all it is to you?” I snap. I couldn’t hold back. The expression on my face is wild. “Two people having crazy sex.”
“Well, uh, yeah. I really liked it.” he frowns.
I can see that Noah is surprised by my little outburst. Judging by the confusion playing on his face, he’s just not used to being in a relationship. When was the last one? In his previous life? I don’t know – he never mentioned girlfriends, and neither did the Internet.
I decide to let him off the hook this time. You, Noah Jackson, have a few weeks to get your bearings and then I’ll come down on you like a ton of bricks if you haven’t figured this out by then. “Yes, I liked it as well,” I say softening the expression on my face. It takes a lot of effort. I so want him to take me into his arms and say something meaningful.
He nods with relief. He takes a sip of wine. After, a naughty smile appears on his face. “Are you ready for some more?” He does not wait for a response. He lurches forward, and before I know it, we’re kissing again.
A part of me wants to push him away and demand a serious talk. That’s what a mature woman would do. I have been that woman for as long as I can remember. I will just do this and worry about the rest tomorrow. Tonight, I want to feel good…Oh, my god, it does feel so good to let go for once. Oh, my god, it does feel so good – the voice in my mind is on repeat. “Noah!” I cry when he buries his face between my legs. “You feel so good.”