Page 30 of Catching My Dreams

A cocky smirk was his answer, but rather than pulling off his clothes with the urgency he’d removed her shorts with, he worked slowly. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans as though he had all the time in the world, and Ella hated herself for liking the show so much.

The scar on his left forearm caught her attention, the reminder of how Noah had stepped in front of her and protected her from Brett only making her want him more.

Finally, after what seemed like minutes of taunting torment, he stood at the foot of her bed in only his black boxer briefs, the tight material doing little to hide his hard length.

Noah took her hand in his and guided it there, hissing in a breath when she gently squeezed. “Do you want this?” he asked. “Do you want me?”

Ella knew she shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of her answer, but what else could she say? If she lied, he would stop, and he would leave, and she would never stop regretting it.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice steady and sure. Her hand moved over him, showing him that her answer was the truth.

But that didn’t seem convincing enough for him. “Are you sure?” he asked, using his thumb to tilt her chin up. His eyes searched her face, something like vulnerability flickering in their blue depths.

“I’m sure.” She moved to sit on the edge of the bed and helped him pull his boxer briefs down. Ella’s tongue darted out to wet her lips once he was bared to her, and she hesitated for only a second or two before taking him in her hand and using her thumb to spread the bead of moisture that had gathered at the tip.

Noah breathed in another sharp breath, and a thrill shot through her at the effect her touch was having on him. It gave her the courage to lean forward and lick that moisture away before wrapping her lips around him.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as he watched her take him in deeper. “That feels so good, El.”

After their falling out, she’d always been Montgomery to him, and sometimes Ella when he wasn’t angry with her or insulting her personality, but she’d never been El.

It was new and untainted by their past, and Ella loved it. She loved that it had slipped out of him in a moment of weakness, when the walls that were always up between them were down, when it was just the two of them, exposed, vulnerable, and completely themselves.

“That’s it,” he encouraged her when she used her hand in unison with her mouth. His gaze became heavy-lidded, but his entire body was rigid, his muscles tensed as though he were fighting to hold back. “Just like that, baby.”

Ella hummed at the praise, and the vibration of it against him snapped the tenuous hold he had on his restraint. Noah groaned, and his hips jerked forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. With anyone else, Ella might have pulled away, scared of the control he had over her, but this was Noah, and much as she might not trust his feelings for her, she trusted that he would never hurt her.

A belief that she knew was correct when he almost immediately tried to pull away from her and apologized. But Ella didn’t let him get far. She grabbed his ass and pulled him back, showing him she hadn’t minded his brief loss of control. That she’d actually liked it.

He reluctantly and slowly repeated the movement, his eyes flickering between hers nervously. “If you want me to stop, just tap my hip,” he said, waiting for her nod before he thrust into her again less hesitantly.

His hands sank into her hair, his fingers wrapping around the back of her head and keeping her in place as he fucked her mouth. He moved slowly enough that Ella could swirl her tongue over the tip of him every time he withdrew, and every time she did so, the muscle in his jaw feathered.

It didn’t take long before he was close, but instead of speeding up, Noah pulled away with a look of pain.

“Not yet,” he said hoarsely. One of his hands moved from the back of her head, and his thumb stroked over the peak of her breast. “I want to come inside you.”

Ella lay back and pulled him down with her, wrapping her legs around him and swallowing when his length brushed against her slick center.

“Do you have protection?” she asked.

Noah’s head dropped. Ella had never seen someone look so defeated.

“No, no, no,” he muttered before climbing off her and scrambling to pull his boxer briefs back on. “Stay right there. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

“Noah.”

“Don’t even think about getting dressed or leaving this room.”

“Noah.”

“I can’t believe I did this.” He shook his head and mumbled something about being an idiot under his breath.

Ella started laughing when he began pulling on his jeans only to realize he’d put his briefs on the wrong way. “Noah, just hold on a second, will you.”

He looked up at her. Once again, he was naked, every perfect inch of him on display for her. It was honestly unfair for someone to look that good, even when in the middle of a crisis.

“Are you clean?” she asked.

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