It Was Always Love (Taboo Love Book 2) Page 13

  I’m about to go off like a fucking rocket.

  “God. Please, Noah.”

  He does it a little more, no rhythm and I love it, he slipped and slid into my wetness, my panties pulled aside, the cloth gave enough friction along with his fingertips to drive me insane.

  I whimpered brazenly. My head lolling on his chest.

  “I think you’re a secret sadist. You enjoy torturing me like this.” His lips nibbled mine, his fingers brushed down my spine and settle in the dimples causing shivers to prickle my skin.

  I was fuel to his spark and somewhere we met in the middle and became magic.

  How had I never recognized it until now?

  You never know what this kind of magic will feel like until you’re in the eye of the storm. And then you’re addicted. I’m addicted to this feeling Noah brings out in me.

  Something like a choked wheeze worked its way out of my tightening throat when his fingers pushed deeper below the line of my panties.

  “Drenched for me.”

  I want to tell him always. But no words would come. Wet was an understatement. My panties are ruined from the juices he’s caused.

  Two of his fingers edged along my fleshy lips, scarcely sinking inside to tease my entrance. I’m beyond ready to be filled. I held onto both his forearms and pumped my hips. “Please.” Though, I knew how this went. He won’t give until he’s ready. Noah liked me mindless before he made me come.

  “Feel that?” One finger, and then two thrust in with no more warning and he curled them in just the right way to cause me to cry out. When he brushed over my G-spot I saw fucking stars. Pleasure assaulted every inch of me. “Soaked,” he rolled languidly and drove his fingers back inside to repeat the process.

  He didn’t have to tell me. I heard how wet I was for him.

  The immediate shock of bliss rippled my belly and I tilted my forehead to his chest. Hot breath on my neck, he found my ear. “Who makes this hot pussy quake, kitten?”

  Oh, god. His thumb pressed to my clit and held it there.

  “You,” I cried, pumping my hips. “Only you do, Noah. Fuck me.”

  He didn’t bother shucking out of his jeans, he just pushed them open, so he could fist out his length. It took another week for him to get between my welcoming legs because he was busy using my own juices to get his tip wet, rolling through my slit.

  Oh, Jesus. It felt incredible. It’s stars and moons behind my eyelids good.

  Hips circled in grinding invitation even as he wedged his hands under my butt and lifted me into his groin, letting me get used to every hard inch slipping through my folds.

  I guided him to find his place as he notched his dripping tip and inched in and in and didn’t stop the slow execution until I was so full, so snug with Noah it caused my lungs into a hiccup spasm.

  It’s the most work I do fixing him between my legs while I melt into the sofa because I just wanted to lie back and watch him do everything. To see how he churned those powerful muscles, to work himself and to tumble me over with his amazing, out of this world fuck.

  Arms braced above me on the butter-soft leather arm, he began to move, making uhgn noises with each thrust as he worked his way in deeper, my inner walls collapsed around his thick cock to accept every goddamn perfect inch.

  The pleasure was indescribable.

  We shared a kiss before he mounted over me and dug in. “Can’t get enough,” he grunted to the side of my neck. I scraped my nails along the back of his skull, giving encouraging circles of my hips. I just want him to fuck me as hard as he could, but he stayed with the teasing rhythm of keeping me just out of reach of finding my bliss.

  It’s like trying to catch a wave, in the end it’s better to let it take me over, the consuming feeling when he’s stomach deep inside me was the best feeling of all.

  “Hold on, baby,” hoarse, Noah pumped me harder. He held the side of my face, so we could kiss at leisure while he rained thrusts down on me.

  I sucked on his tongue and he worked me over in the way he knew how to drive me crazy.

  And it’s while I’m mid groan, my head thrown back, his mouth latched onto the side of my neck, marking me with a hard suck, his hips pistoning in no order that made sense other than we loved it and we’re both so into it that we didn’t hear the door flying open and shouts of “Surprise—oh my god!” until it was too late.

  It’s so much too late for Noah’s two sister’s not to see him railing me like an animal right there on his office sofa.

  It’s far too late for us to stop in time.

  It’s like time slowed down.

  I surveyed the scene in milliseconds.

  I’m in a dream. This was a fucking nightmare.

  “Oh-my-god.” I heard again and everything in me froze solid.

  I buried my head in Noah’s shoulder, nails clawing into his back. Mortification like I’d never felt before stung my whole body.

  Wishing for the ground to open and allow me to go home.

  “Oh-my-god. Fuck.” One of them declared. I think it was Noah’s younger sister Sammie, but I couldn’t be sure.

  What with dying of horror.

  This was not happening. This was not happening.

  If I opened my eyes I’m not going to look over to the doorway and see Noah’s two stunned sisters with their slack jaws and wide eyes.

  “Christ.” Cursed Noah who had thankfully paused between my legs. “Out.” He insisted. And then more forcefully. “For fucks sake, get out and close the door, Max!”

  With a whoosh of the door across the carpeted floor it slammed shut.

  I. Am. Morti-fucking-fied beyond belief.

  “Oh god, Noah. That did not just happen. Tell me it didn’t.” I whined while I did a whole lot of internal freaking out.

  His sisters just saw him fucking. Fucking a woman. Fucking me.

  Could a higher being crap on me from any greater height?

  Seriously, what bad crap have I done in a past life to deserve this?

  Noah’s head dropped to my shoulder, breathing hard.

  I waited for him to lift off me.

  They’re his kin, he can deal with them.

  There’s no way I’m going out there.

  Maybe never.

  I live here now, in this room with my embarrassment for a blanket.

  “Shhh, baby. It’s okay,” he started to slide out, my walls naturally latched on like a vice of slut-dom and I moaned for his slowness.

  It’s like my body has its own ideas and doesn’t want to let him go.

  Lips coasted over my cheek until he caught my mouth. “Shhh. I know, baby.”

  And then I grasped, he wasn’t pulling out of me.

  His cock pushed back in right to the back of me.

  It was automatic for me to lift into it.

  But I hella-freaked out too. My eyes wild. “What are you doing, Noah?” I whispered. “We can’t. Jesus. They’re right out there. They saw us!”

  Is he mad? In. And out. His body rolled to find the rhythm we had moments ago then he did it harder.

  I lost some of my mind because I loved the fullness of him.

  My mind torn.

  “Shhh, baby. You were right there. Right fucking there, I could feel it.”

  I had been on the verge of my climax before the circus burst in.

  We couldn’t fricking finish now!

  Noah had other ideas when he increased speed and depth.

  I clutched his waist.

  Lost between horror and blinding bliss.

  He pushed harder. Using a knee on the couch cushion it enabled him to really slam me, his hand under my ass he boosted me into the perfect slant for me to lose my mind altogether and his other slid between us to ply hard pressure to where I ached. His mouth at my ear coaxed me quietly. “I had you right there. Not fucking stopping. Go over for me. Come hard for me, kitten.”

  Thrust. Thrust. Slam. Slam.

  “They’ll hear!” I’m not quiet, I mean. I’m n
ever silent when he fucked me.

  “Trust me.” Short, sharp slams, his cock drove me to the point of no return and as my eyes began their roll into the back of my head he latched onto my mouth and Noah sucked my cry into his throat. “My kitten. That’s it. Fuck. That’s it.”

  He held me all through my shuddering, while his administrations turned me into this clawing sexual beast and when I came down he kissed me softly, knocked my nose with his and grinned. “Beautiful.” It’s then he detached us. He’s still hard when he pulled his jeans up and refastened them. Next was his shirt yanked over his head. I quickly rolled off the sofa to find my leggings.

  One of his hands fixed around the back of my neck, drawing me in, making sure I looked up at him. “I can’t go out there.” I’m barely audible, sure they must have their ears to the door. The blush started at my neck and filled my cheeks. What a way for his family to know about him and me.

  I’ll never be able to look at them again.

  “It’s okay. Stay here. Let me go find out what the fuck they’re doing here.” Noah didn’t appear daunted at all. He leaned down and brushed my mouth, not once but five times, tasting me slowly. And at that point he circled his full hand around my throat. “I’m going to deal with this and then I’m going to sink my cock, thick and hard into your throat. I want to come inside my kitten’s mouth.” I gulped. Wide eyed. He smirked dirtily knowing how he’d distracted me suddenly. I licked my lips feeling his declaration in the place he’d just made shudder. At the door he sent me a gorgeous supportive I got this wink before closing it behind him.

  I’m not proud to say I scurried across the floor and pressed my ear to the wood.

  My heart pumping in my mouth when I heard.

  “I’m assuming there’s a fucking emergency since you pair used the key I gave you for just that reason to let yourselves in …”

  It’s his older sister Maxine who spoke the loudest. “Are we not to going to mention you were having sex with Sena?”

  There’s no mistaking Noah’s voice dropping to a frigid temperature. I held my breath. “Yeah, Max. Since it’s none of your fucking business, that’s what we’re gonna do. Now why are you here?”

  THIRTEEN

  Noah

  Faced with two of the four women I loved most in the world I knew despite the love I have for my sisters, I could happily throttle the pair of them in my own living room. I’d feel remorse later. But right now? Not so much.

  I didn’t feel calm, not with my heart still galloping the way it was.

  The same way Sena always made it thump all out of sync and unpredictable.

  Already I can guess their actions were going to push Sena one step away from me again and I’ll have to work that much harder to bring her back to me.

  She’s scared, and worse, she’s hurt and she’s more than skittish where our new relationship is concerned.

  She accepted every person’s surprise that we were a couple and morphed it into something ugly inside that wonderful brain of hers.

  Never realizing no one else’s opinion fucking mattered.

  She feels. And she feels too much all at once.

  At times it’s like I’m punching the wind trying to get her to see what I really feel is true. To get her to a point where she’s not basing our relationship and wellbeing on someone’s judgment over what I’m telling her, showing her constantly.

  I couldn’t blame her.

  But it’s frustrating.

  Standing with the office door behind me I stared at my sisters before I walked noiselessly across the length of the spacious open plan room where both women stared wide eyed, questions on their faces.

  One elder, the other younger. Age wise I was caught in the middle of these formidable women.

  There’s four years between each of us siblings. Both are married and have children and from the expressions, Maxine, my eldest sister is going to be the one to speak first as I assumed she would, she’s never been able to hold her tongue for long. She’s oldest and therefore she assumed she’s in charge of everything. She’s always the most opinionated. Not that Sammie won’t have her say giving the opportunity.

  Both women seem to think my life was their concern and liked nothing better than to poke their kind noses in, asked for or unwarranted, it’s all the same to the girls. The only aspect of my life I’ve never allowed them to dictate was my dating life.

  Until now I’ve never minded their interference.

  But nothing has mattered like it does with Sena.

  “Nice of you to join us, baby brother. We’ve only been waiting seven minutes.”

  They followed me into the kitchen where I grabbed a bottle of spring water, downing half in one gulp. “Less of the baby. And I was calming my girl since you horrified her by bursting in like a fucking SWAT team. Mind explaining what that was about and why I gave you a key for emergencies only and here you both are not presenting an emergency?”

  Sammie chortled her amusement, her lighter eyes constantly turning back to my office door. I answer her unasked question. “Sena won’t be coming out. She’s too embarrassed thanks to you both. So, let’s hurry this up.”

  “Nice. And since when do you have a ‘my girl’? We learn our gay brother is fu—” I curved my brow at Max just daring her to finish that sentence. I loved her, but I wouldn’t stand for her belittling my relationship with Sena. “Fooling around with a woman and we’re the ones to get kicked out?”

  I’ve never flaunted my relationships with my sisters. I’m not a crude fucker to brag about how many bedroom doors opened for me. A rich, successful entrepreneur had choices and I chose a lot in my time. I’ve spent my whole adult life up until thirty-two chasing the dollar.

  I needed more so I made more.

  I wanted more clubs, so I made more clubs.

  Each of my twenty-six ventures are successful and none of it meant anything to me, I realized, if I slowly let Sena slip through my fingers.

  I’d only hungered for money in life. I couldn’t ever have enough.

  My work ethic showed that.

  My accountant would back me up.

  And then a bouncy, ethereal pixie landed in my life and I haven’t been the same since.

  She hasn’t changed me.

  I’m not conforming to fit my queer self in to a normal hole.

  It’s not about that.

  I’m comfortable in my own skin.

  Love found me, and I’ll be damned if I let it go now.

  She made me lose my mind and all my control, and I fucking loved it.

  It was different. It was new. It was completely exhilarating.

  It meant something, that it’s only ever her to do that to me.

  Sena’s a turbulent fever in my blood.

  Her incredible pussy was the only one I’ll ever want to taste, fuck, touch and fantasize about.

  Sena loved me and even though she hasn’t told me the words yet, I feel them from her. They’re in her eyes when she gave me her secretive smile. Even now, I’m not sure how many walls I’ve managed to tear down, how far inside the fortress of her heart all her doubts are still layered, and the fear was that the only way she truly gave herself to me with full trust was when we’re in bed.

  I don’t mind that, but it will only take us so far and I craved all of her.

  I paced back into the living room, trailed by sisters and their giant purses.

  “Show me this memo.” I pinned both with a reproving glance and they exchanged glances with each other with confusion, so I elaborated. “The memorandum that gives you privileges to have a say in my life.”

  “What the ever-loving fuck is going on, Noah?” Asked Maxine in a tone I didn’t care for. “You’re our brother. That’s what gives us rights, you shithead.”

  “Since you asked so nicely,” my smile tight. I’m frustrated knowing Sena was in my office probably talking herself into a hesitant stupor.

  “You and Sena, Noah? You looked pretty serious.” Sammie gasped and cov
ered her sudden red face. “I mean, not that I look-looked. I turned away right away!”

  I laughed, feeling some of my tension drain away.

  “We’re together. So, yeah, it’s serious between us. Yes, we’re a real couple. No, it’s not fake. Yes, we love each other. No, I’m not doing it to fit into fucking society. Did I cover all your next questions?”

  Maxine huffed and flipped her brown hair, pouting her glossed lips at me in that way of hers that told me she had so many more interrogations to throw my way and any other day I might have indulged her, but not today, I wanted them gone so I could get back to Sena. “Good. Now I’ll see you both this weekend at the Hamptons. And I expect you to not grill Sena, you got it?”

  “You’re kicking us out for real?”

  “So, you just drop being gay suddenly and we’re meant to buy it?”

  They spoke over each other.

  My eyes narrowed, and the rise of tension returned tenfold.

  I had to remember I adored these girls.

  In an argument with their husbands I always sided with my brother’s in law because the girls were Pitbull’s and could handle their shit, but against anyone else I’d kill if they dared looked at my girls the wrong way. But the swell of irritation in me said I wasn’t feeling the love.

  I didn’t answer to anyone, least of all sisters who have always had their own way. From me most of all. Once I started making money in my early twenties I wanted to treat them. My family weren’t hard up, far from it, but I felt good spoiling the girls, even when their husbands came along and took over the mantel of their favorite guy.

  Now I suspected I’d let them have their way far too often if they’re standing in my home while my woman hid out too self-conscious to face them and drilled questions at me like this.

  “Yes, Max. I just decided out of the blue to no longer be a fairy. I handed in my queer card at the gay authorities down town. I’m on a register now. Happy now? You can tell all of your friends.”

  “Don’t be obtuse, little brother. Why didn’t you ever tell us you were bisexual?”

  “Because I’m not.”

  It made no sense to me either, so I could forgive the twin looks of misunderstanding they passed between them and then toward me.