“I’m with you.” I wrapped my legs harder, impaling myself deeper onto him.
The moment the release found me, Noah’s eyes exploded open, and we drowned in each other. His hazel-green irises glimmered with lust, and it sharpened the bands of release, milking him inside me. My legs tensed, my stomach bunched.
He cried out, pressing his forehead against mine as hotness spilled inside. On some basic level, I owned him in that moment. He’d mixed himself with me, and he could never take that back. He was mine as much as I was his.
After the ebbs of orgasm faded down my legs, and I uncramped my toes, I sighed.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I mumbled into his neck.
Carson came toward us as Noah unlocked his arms and withdrew. Wetness slid down my inner thigh as he let me slither down his heated body. I shivered a little at the contact with cold mirror. Carson had put his jeans and shirt back on and looked the power house of a circus maestro. “I take it you enjoyed your visit to Circotica?”
My lips twitched into a sated smile, unable to do much more after two mind-warping orgasms “Yep.”
Noah grunted a reply I didn’t hear, and I let him go in search of clothes. He was pulling away already. No chance I would let him. I knew where he lived. He couldn’t give me tonight and shut down back into a stand-offish flatmate.
Carson bent to whisper in my ear. “That man is an imbecile. He’s besotted with you so much he can’t think straight. If you want more, you’re going to have to break him.”
Thrills of anticipation sparked my blood. Shit, how could I still be breathing let alone reacting to the thought of breaking Noah into admitting his feelings for me?
Carson chuckled. “He doesn’t know what he’s got himself into letting his guard down tonight. But I have a feeling you’re going to be good for him.” He kissed my cheek. “I really enjoyed tonight. I didn’t get to have you as much as I wanted but it was fun nevertheless.”
Noah came toward us, frowning, holding my lingerie and black dress. “Time to go. I’ll walk you home.”
I smiled at Carson. “Thanks for making this my favourite birthday ever.”
The journey home was a walk of shame. Noah never looked at me. He jerked away every time I inched closer; his entire body language made me think he regretted what we’d done.
How could he regret it? It was amazing. Better than amazing. It was amazeballs. Completely unreal.
He unlocked the door and let me totter inside on my heels. I kicked them off the moment I crossed the threshold. Planting hands on my hips, I turned to face him. “What’s going on?”
He ignored me while he closed the door with infinite care and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I followed, my heart palpitating, priming for a fight. I wanted it. I needed it. I couldn’t be flayed so expertly with sex and not have him be nice to me afterward. I wasn’t hardwired that way. I was fine with the knowledge I’d never see Carson again. After all, I went in knowing our relationship was only going to last a few hours, but Noah had punctured me to my soul. Closed off for eight months and then the passion he kept hidden sunrised, and I felt as if I’d been grazed with the most amazing eclipse only to lose the beauty the second it was over.
Noah’s throat worked hard, gulping down water. His hair was spiky from dried sweat. A droplet of water escaped the corner of his mouth. I desperately wanted to lick it for a few reasons. One, I was still horny. How that was possible, I had no clue. Two, I wanted to show him it wasn’t over between us, and three, I was freaking dying
The moment the release found me, Noah’s eyes exploded open, and we drowned in each other. His hazel-green irises glimmered with lust, and it sharpened the bands of release, milking him inside me. My legs tensed, my stomach bunched.
He cried out, pressing his forehead against mine as hotness spilled inside. On some basic level, I owned him in that moment. He’d mixed himself with me, and he could never take that back. He was mine as much as I was his.
After the ebbs of orgasm faded down my legs, and I uncramped my toes, I sighed.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I mumbled into his neck.
Carson came toward us as Noah unlocked his arms and withdrew. Wetness slid down my inner thigh as he let me slither down his heated body. I shivered a little at the contact with cold mirror. Carson had put his jeans and shirt back on and looked the power house of a circus maestro. “I take it you enjoyed your visit to Circotica?”
My lips twitched into a sated smile, unable to do much more after two mind-warping orgasms “Yep.”
Noah grunted a reply I didn’t hear, and I let him go in search of clothes. He was pulling away already. No chance I would let him. I knew where he lived. He couldn’t give me tonight and shut down back into a stand-offish flatmate.
Carson bent to whisper in my ear. “That man is an imbecile. He’s besotted with you so much he can’t think straight. If you want more, you’re going to have to break him.”
Thrills of anticipation sparked my blood. Shit, how could I still be breathing let alone reacting to the thought of breaking Noah into admitting his feelings for me?
Carson chuckled. “He doesn’t know what he’s got himself into letting his guard down tonight. But I have a feeling you’re going to be good for him.” He kissed my cheek. “I really enjoyed tonight. I didn’t get to have you as much as I wanted but it was fun nevertheless.”
Noah came toward us, frowning, holding my lingerie and black dress. “Time to go. I’ll walk you home.”
I smiled at Carson. “Thanks for making this my favourite birthday ever.”
The journey home was a walk of shame. Noah never looked at me. He jerked away every time I inched closer; his entire body language made me think he regretted what we’d done.
How could he regret it? It was amazing. Better than amazing. It was amazeballs. Completely unreal.
He unlocked the door and let me totter inside on my heels. I kicked them off the moment I crossed the threshold. Planting hands on my hips, I turned to face him. “What’s going on?”
He ignored me while he closed the door with infinite care and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I followed, my heart palpitating, priming for a fight. I wanted it. I needed it. I couldn’t be flayed so expertly with sex and not have him be nice to me afterward. I wasn’t hardwired that way. I was fine with the knowledge I’d never see Carson again. After all, I went in knowing our relationship was only going to last a few hours, but Noah had punctured me to my soul. Closed off for eight months and then the passion he kept hidden sunrised, and I felt as if I’d been grazed with the most amazing eclipse only to lose the beauty the second it was over.
Noah’s throat worked hard, gulping down water. His hair was spiky from dried sweat. A droplet of water escaped the corner of his mouth. I desperately wanted to lick it for a few reasons. One, I was still horny. How that was possible, I had no clue. Two, I wanted to show him it wasn’t over between us, and three, I was freaking dying
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