It Was Always Love (Taboo Love Book 2) Page 15

  It’s not that I worry what they’ll say.

  Okay, my family yes.

  But Noah’s family, not so much.

  I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to have another grandbaby. His mom pressured him every few months about wanting more babies in the family.

  It’s seeing his sisters again that had me sick to my stomach.

  They saw me getting screwed by their brother.

  How do I face them after that?

  Do we pretend it never happened?

  Like they didn’t hear my blissed moans as Noah rammed ten bells of hell out of me.

  Oh, god. I don’t think I could go through with it.

  I could fake a stomach bug. Ham up my morning sickness. He’d buy it.

  Tell him I’m too sick to leave the sofa and he can go on without me. That would be the sensible thing to do. From the grilling they gave Noah in his own living room, I can only imagine what conversations they will have had time to rehearse in the days between.

  Noah skimmed his lips over my forehead, using his soapy hands he drew me in against his chest. “You’re thinking loudly. Stop, kitten. It’s gonna be fine.”

  “No one likes a mister smartass, Noah.” I poked his belly cuddling into him. My hands worked the full length of his spine and over his ass. When he lifted me up and pressed me against the far wall, the water running down his back, I wasn’t surprised to feel him hard between my legs.

  He didn’t advance once he got himself placed.

  His hard arousal poked my soft parts, he rested me to the wall, his arms positioned up by my head. He brushed the hair from my face, Noah was very tactile, and I gloried in every second.

  I’ve been so busy, what with freaking out more this week than I have my whole life, that I haven’t dyed my hair like I usually do every weekend and for the first time in a long while it’s all one muddy brown color swinging against my chin, no neon color dusting the ends, I felt naked and quite grown up.

  Maybe this is what impending parenting feels like. Should a mother have pink hair? Abso-fricking-lutely. Just as soon as I get the time I’m throwing on the dye.

  “What has you worried, baby?”

  Baby. I get gooseflesh every time he used that endearment. At first it was weird to hear it on his lips and yet I’m so full of happy helium I never wanted to hear anything else. He bracketed my cheeks in his large hands and I moved my head to kiss each palm. And I tongue-in-cheek gave him the truth.

  “That I might drop kick Maxine over your good coffee table. You know the one in the living room with the gorgeous gray knotted wood?” It probably cost thousands and it looked breakable.

  The laugh from Noah was instant and loud.

  “I can always buy a new table. But try not to, hm? I don’t want you getting hurt.” A kiss to the corner of my eye. His hands moved down to cup my butt. I tightened my legs around his lean waist. I gave a second thought to how much hot water we’re wasting just standing there in the glass stall big enough for six, but I’m so warm and cosy and a gorgeous villain has his palms on my ass cheeks moving me slowly on the tip of his cock that any thought of the environment soon became a noise shuffled to the back of my mind.

  I moaned resting my forehead to Noah’s shoulder, licking along his protruding collarbone. I loved all his dips and sharp shapes on his body.

  I could study him for hours upon aroused hours and not get bored.

  He’s built to my ideal specifications.

  Cut and lean and bumpy in all the right places.

  “I’ll try.” I told him. “But I can’t promise anything.” As embarrassed as I was … am, I decided sometime in the night while Noah slept soundly beside me, that I wouldn’t let his sisters depreciate what we have.

  It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but us.

  I won’t spend my time talking someone into believing us.

  It’s natural for his family to have questions, and if they’re respectful in the approach they take in asking, then I’ll answer. If they speak the way Maxine did the other day, I won’t be happy at all. My own doubts remained simmering, I can’t add other people’s opinions.

  I want Noah. I’ve always wanted him. And he’s revealed in hundreds of ways he wants me too. My trust must be there, or I might as well allow people’s unwarranted views to break us apart now.

  A queer fell in love with a woman, get over it.

  “Let me take your mind off it for a while.”

  And he did.

  While the water pelted his back, we kissed and aroused one another. My fingers tightened around his cock, moving up and down until he pulled me away with a grunt. “I’ll come if you keep that up.”

  I wanted him to come. I wanted him to come all over me.

  Wanting sex this much, this badly, shouldn’t consume a person. It’s as though Noah was under my skin. He’s an ache and an addiction and I couldn’t get enough of. Even when I’m sore between my legs because he’s worked me so hard through the night.

  My need for him should be worrying, but it’s not. And his desire matches my own.

  I thrived when I’m under his hands. I’m more alive than ever before and it’s because he made me feel good and cared for.

  He made me feel desirable.

  So much more desired than any other lover has.

  It’s not a feeling I want to shove to the side and only play with on occasion. I want to soak in it. I need to be as wet in his longing as we are standing under the shower heads.

  I swiftly changed course if he wouldn’t allow me to play with his cock, though it’s bobbing between us and appeared eagerly playful for me to grab it again.

  I licked along his neck and whispered how wet I am.

  Noah being Noah had to check for himself by sliding a hand between us and he tended one fingertip against my slit. He’s permitted entry with no trouble and when he touched my clit, it’s not only tender but so ready for attention, I flinched around a moan. “Hurting, baby?” Lips followed my mouth he kissed me in unhurried pecks.

  “I need you.”

  His smile was achingly sweet. “You have me. I’ll take care of you.”

  My mind was a swirling fog of lust. I could barely see through the steam of it. But he didn’t allow me to become desperate. He made me wait, and enjoy his hands and mouth, and it’s when he finally, finally entered me I was manic for how good it felt being stretched wall-to-wall of Noah.

  Fingers clawed down his back to get him impossibly closer. I’m probably marking him up like a vicious bear attack.

  He pushed in until there was no more room left.

  Settling his hands on my butt, lifting me into the push, Noah grunted next to my ear.

  Holy shit, it’s like role reversal. I want to go cavewoman on him, but he wouldn’t move as fast as I moaned for him to. “Noahhhh…you’re killing me, give me it faster.” My voice whiny, and the monster just grinned and kissed me with his gorgeous mouth. I repaid the torture by sucking on his tongue. “Patience,” was his reply, moving gentle and slow, his hips were granite hard when I ran both hands down the flank of his body.

  Solid all over. Steel covered in smooth skin.

  I swear I felt every vein on each measured ride. I shuddered and clung on for dear life. Oh, god. I’m dying.

  “My kitten.” Thrust. “You’re perfect, do you know that?”

  This was the connection every woman longed for. This right here.

  It’s extraordinary. It’s spell binding.

  With no effort at all Noah and I were connected by chemistry and pulsing desire.

  My grin landed on his lips. “I do.” He chuckled pumping again, just as sluggish, just as torturous. He rubbed against the part inside me that had my eyes flickering closed and my belly rippled, but it’s not enough friction. I need it so much harder.

  “I’m glad you know what I do. And whatever happens this weekend,” oh no, he’s mentioned the dreaded W-word. I sighed into his neck, cocking my hips back I pushed forward. We both gr
oaned when pleasure shot from me to him. “You’re always going to be this perfect as you are right now.” Thrust. “And do you know what else you’ll be?”

  His blue eyes stole my breath, they’re bright and focused on me and I see everything he feels. I shivered cupping both cheeks, we kissed languidly and wet, our tongues parry with no rhythm other than to please.

  On an extra-long shove that crushed me to the wall, I found I was wordless because I’d lost all my brain cells. Lucky for me, Noah told me anyway.

  “What you’ll be, my kitten. My perfect, fucking beautiful kitten.” Kiss. Thrust. Harder this time. His hands gripped my hips and I sort-of just hung there between wall and hard man getting myself beautifully railed, “is always my woman. No matter what happens, you’re mine.”

  “And you’re mine.” I reminded him, because hello, equal owning rights here, pal. He grinned a quick flash of teeth and laid a hot kiss on me. Hot enough to rival the steam billowing around us. “Yours.” Thank god, he increased his speed, but it’s nowhere near the fucking I need.

  And then a dirty, delicious idea came to me as if appeared by depraved magic. Oh, could I? Wicked lust blasted my lower belly. I smiled into Noah’s mouth, grabbing the soaped-up net ball we’d used minutes earlier to wash each other.

  Now I soaped it up good with almond scented body wash, once, twice, running it over Noah’s shoulders, making sure a good dollop of suds travelled the length of his back down to his god-like bubble-butt.

  We slipped and slid together like two seals.

  Noah grunted against my neck every time I scraped my nails over his sensitive ribcage, biting starved kisses.

  And with two nice handfuls of that perfect ass of his I moved a knuckle down against his taint, testing first to see if it was what he wanted, when Noah stilled and licked harder on my throat I stroked him with pressure circles.

  His hiss was so powerful against my chest he gave a hard tremble through his body and into mine. And as soon as I figured he liked what I was doing, my brazen confidence rocketed by pushing that same teasing finger into his ass cheeks.

  The soap suds aiding my entry without difficulty.

  Noah on a groan of my name pounded into me. One sleek roll of strong hips and I was nailed to the wall. His fingers gripped my hips tighter before he brought me back down more dynamic, using them as a handle to move me on his cock. Another sexy grunt the second I pushed further for entry and crossed the threshold into his ass with my longest finger.

  I couldn’t claim to be an anal expert, this was my first go with giving it, but the way Noah’s breath stuttered out of sync, and he murmured a sequence of “Fuck, Sena.” Over and over I knew I was doing something he liked so I went with it.

  His pleasure was mine.

  “You like that?” My whole body shook.

  His garbled answer licked against my throat with his starved kisses.

  So close to coming it was pure electric in my spine, but I’m also nervous that I might have crossed over some boyfriend line.

  Thou shall not give surprise finger.

  I knew I’d regret it if I chickened out, so I kept going, stroking my middle finger in and out of Noah right up to my knuckle, twisting in a circle as I went.

  It’s when I go as deep as I could that I knew I’d touched the ultimate pleasure zone when his roar almost deafened me and when he thrusted this time it’s so deep, it’s hard and it’s so fucking thorough I saw stars.

  My knees bounced around his hips and my free arm latched onto his shoulder.

  “Fuck. God. Yes.” He groaned. His kisses ravenous until he had all my air in his own lungs.

  He sucked on my bottom lip and fucked me thoroughly beneath a shower of hot steam.

  We were more than just Noah and Sena.

  More than sex.

  It was love set to soundless music.

  I think if I could have split myself in half right then I would have written a blog post for all women to finger-bang their man’s gorgeous asses when they have sex because it was literally the greatest sex of my goddamn life.

  I couldn’t distinguish between thrusts anymore. Noah was a groaning blur.

  The harder I stroked his prostate gland the wilder he became.

  And the disjointed curses falling from his lips was both erotic and hilarious.

  It was me who was undoing the king of Manhattan, making him shudder and spit out words of pleasure and pleading.

  I was about as powerful as Wonder Woman!

  But my body could only take so much before I withered.

  “Noah, please.” I’m so close.

  We made the most beautiful, wet music together.

  With my finger buried, all I had to do was shift it from side to side touching his magic spot repeatedly, he squeezed it so hard I thought he wanted me to live there now.

  I’m so turned on, I’m blind from it.

  Sending Noah wild was heady, intoxicating.

  “Fuck, Sena. Jesus. Baby.” He murmured ramblingly, nailing me to the wall with force, each slam more filling than the last and when I came it blasted through every nerve ending, not an inch of my body was left out.

  Noah followed with his come seconds after me.

  He filled me.

  He filled me until I dripped him all down my inner thighs. And though he kept a hold of me, my arm draped over his shoulder, my head lolled heavily right next to it, we sort of slumped together like two sex worn dogs.

  A panting wrecked mess and just for funsies I gave him one more ass-stroke.

  He shuddered hard all over and I felt more wetness pour into me with his aftershock mini climax. Giggling I wrapped both arms around him, kissing along his neck.

  Somehow Noah managed to rally to reach up and switched the shower off.

  I’m sure we’ve used enough water to drown lower Manhattan for days and I don’t care because even my hair was satisfied.

  I hissed when he detached us. My inner muscles protesting being used so thoroughly I wondered if I could use the excuse of a broken vagina to get out of this weekend.

  Noah’s eyes glassy and unfocused, he took a long draw of air.

  Oh, my villain. I adored him.

  Noah, a little punch drunk, kissed the tip of my nose, set me down finally on my feet and I’m just as unsteady as he is so I leaned into him for a moment to gather my bearings.

  Good sex with Noah can literally take the legs out from under me.

  “You bad girl.” He husked in a thick voice, kissed me again and stepped out to grab a big white fluffy towel where he initiated drying me from top to toe.

  I flinched a little when he patted between my legs. A frown crossed his face. “Fuck. I went too hard on you, sorry, kitten.” Leaning forward he kissed my mound, drying me all the gentler. Love flooded my middle section.

  “I wanted it. We could stay home and do it all again.” I grinned saucily and finger-waved down at him to entice the villain into playing hooky from the family get together. I’d do anal all day if it got me out of the impending interrogation.

  “You’re sore,” he chastised in a low timber, arching his brow. “And we’re going. Go and get dressed.” On his feet now, a towel around his waist he hooked me by the neck and kissed me softly. “I’ll make you some food, you need to eat before we set off.”

  Sulking all the way to the bedroom I could only hazard a guess how the rest of our day will go with his family.

  FIFTEEN

  For a guy who was both big, wide yet lean in frame, Noah fit perfectly behind the wheel of his Maybach. I’d love to say I knew the model and year, but I suck at cars. It’s probably the latest model. I think. Maybe. It’s pretty, does that count for anything? I’m sadly that stereotypical, idiot woman who would choose a car based on the pretty color alone. We all have our skills and vehicles are not mine.

  But if you need something hacking, I’m your girl.

  Noah looked gorgeously efficient driving, his veined hands moving effortlessly on the wheel, ever
y now and then he gazed across at me and smiled that half smile of his to flip my belly.

  He’s dressed for a relaxing weekend in soft-worn destressed jeans and a band V-neck T-shirt under his light jacket. The only accessories he had on was a silver watch strapped to his wrist and a pair of aviators.

  He was a damn movie star with no effort whatsoever.

  Me? It took over an hour to decide what to wear. In the end I went for a summery yellow cotton thigh skirt with a nice cut in the side, a loose tank top with spaghetti straps and my favorite pair of gladiator sandals.

  Impending interrogations called for comfort.

  It was as though I was meeting these people for the first time.

  They knew me. I liked them.

  We’d been together for many occasions.

  I’m a fidgeting wreck as I tried to occupy myself with the scenery outside, all which I don’t take notice of. I’m too on edge. Fingers tap my lap. The radio didn’t occupy me for more than three seconds.

  I readjusted my straps a million times. I check my hair double that amount. And there was no social media celebrity argument when I wanted one, so I tucked my phone back in my purse with a huff.

  “Nervous?” He asked, his fingers touched my arm briefly. I took strength from his warm caress. We’re about twenty minutes away from his getaway place and we already know everyone arrived before us, his mom called him right when we got on the road. She’s cooking up a storm according to Noah and his dad was setting up the grill on the deck.

  “No.” Then. “A little. This is a different kind of visit to your parents, Noah.”

  “It’s going to be fine. And if it’s not, then we’ll leave.”

  I looked over, picking at my skirt hem. “You promise?”

  “Yes, kitten.” He extended out a hand I clasped instantly like a lifeline, enfolding our palms together, resting it on his thigh. We travelled miles and the journey was going by too fast. I needed more time to prepare. A month. Another week. A decade at least. “It’s you and me. Always.”

  I believed him.

  “You know Maxine already gossiped to my parents, and they called me the other night about us. All we have to tell them is about our baby.” The side of his mouth lifted a little and he glanced at me.