Page 50 of Falling for Fury

My confidence skyrockets and words leave my mouth before I know what I am saying. “Can you feel how wet I am for you now, Noah?” I increase my moan on that last bit as his grip on my hips tightens. He pulls away, but not before grounding out a curse. Then he reaches across his nightstand for a condom. He stares into my eyes, the air around us sizzling with electricity so hot it feels like my skin is on fire. He brings the condom wrapper between his teeth and tears it. I bite down on my bottom lip as he removes the condom and unrolls it onto himself without leaving my eyes. Danger. This is dangerous ground, Addison. He lowers his body to me, his hardness teasing my entrance as he slowly drags it up and down, and I nearly erupt at the need for the pressure. “Noah…”

“Tell me, Addy.”

“Fuck me.” It is barely a whisper as my breath leaves me, and he slowly thrusts inside me, not stopping until he is fully seated, releasing a rough, “fuck,” the whole way. He lies on top of me, his face in the crook of my neck, kissing and pulling at my skin with his teeth as I tightly wrap my legs around him and bring his ear to my mouth.

Sex has never made me like this before. Not with Jake, and not with anyone before. I never made it past second base with the guys I dated over the last few weeks, but the desire thrumming through my veins makes me completely unrecognizable. I want him unleashed, and I want it now. Taunting Noah, apparently now a hobby of mine, I whisper on a moan, “None of my dates fill me up like you do. They don’t make me ache with need, not like you do.” His final tether of self-control snaps. His arms tighten around me as he pulls back, sitting on his heels, bringing me with him in one swift display of strength, as I am pulled into his lap, straddling him. My hands are hooked behind his neck and his hands instinctively land on my hips. As I hover above him and raise my eyebrow in challenge, he guides himself in, smooth to start before he withdraws and slams home with a force that has me seeing stars.

“Such filthy things come out of that mouth of yours, shortcake,” he grunts. His grip tightens and his eyes close as his head rolls back, his pace causing me to lose my breath. “One day, I’m going to fuck the filth right out of that pretty little mouth of yours.”

His hips meet every thrust of mine with such force it has me gasping for air.

“Promises, promises.” The words make their way out between moans I don’t recognize as my own, the pleasure traveling my spine from the feel of Noah as he slides in and out in rapid succession, the curl of euphoria building and making me frantic with desire.

“The sounds you make, Addison, are going to make me insane.” His rough words are my undoing as I move my legs to wrap around his waist and I grind onto him deeper. He rises onto his knees, his hands gripping my ass, his pace increasing. I’m suspended in the air as he drives into me, the pace building, the sound of our skin slapping against each other and the wetness between our labored breaths all I can hear.

“Noah,” I moan as my inner walls tighten.

“Yes, Ads, give it to me. Come for me.” His pace increases again, driving into me harder and faster, my breath turning into a scream as my walls tighten and the pressure from inside me builds until I explode with his name on my lips. Noah growls a low curse, dark spots fill my vision, and his pace remains as he slams his lips against mine, throwing us to the bed, with me on my back, his thrusts not faltering as we tumble. “I don’t think I have ever felt anything as incredible as you coming on my cock.” He grunts into my neck as he kisses down my skin and to my breasts. Pulling my nipple between his teeth as he thrusts into me again. He brings a hand between our bodies, massaging my clit, the sensation already building again, the orgasm traveling down my spine. “Oh god… Noah!” I scream his name as it crashes into me again, his length slamming into me, increasing for a beat as he comes with me.

Just once.

Bury the feelings.

Collapsing together on the bed, Noah on top of me, catching his breath as he remains inside of me, placing soft kisses to my neck before rising and kissing my lips. A different kiss to what we usually have. This one is tender but also… a longing. I gently pull away from the kiss, not ready to address any of those feelings or questions. His eyes snap open, confused, and search mine.

“Are you okay?” he whispers to me.

“Mmhmm,” I respond back. But really, no, I’m not okay. I just traveled through space and time when I thought this was meant to be revenge—a onetime, ‘get-it-out-of-our-system’, sex-capade. Instead, I think he stained himself on my soul. Marked me, ruined me. How was polo-douche ever going to live up to that?

I don’t think I have ever experienced sex like this with anyone. This felt like a branding. Like he finally claimed me as his, and the scariest part of all, is that I liked it. I want him to do it again, claim me and never let me go. The thought of giving that much of me to someone again, though, scares the ever loving crap out of me. It’s hard to hide the fear as it grips my chest. Just once, I’d like to have an orgasm that isn’t riddled with all this fucking overthinking.

Every date since we got back from the lodge ended up being a game of comparison to Noah. Despite him crashing the date with Eric, and again tonight with—oh God, I don’t even remember his name—he doesn’t ever have to know that he never really needed to crash. None of them made me feel comfortable in my own mind, like Noah does. No one allowed me to feel safe in companionable silence like Noah. No one made me feel an even balance between desire, passion, and care, like Noah does.

No one looks at me and makes me feel quite as beautiful as Noah does. Like now.

His smile grows as he pulls out and takes care of the usual ‘post-sex’ gross stuff. I get up and head to the toilet, ensuring I, too, take care of the annoying post-sex activities. I make to grab my clothes and bail as soon as possible when Noah meets me by his bathroom door with one of his t-shirts in hand. Searing his chocolate eyes into me and I can’t take another step.

“…uhhh, why are you looking at me like that?” I try to sound as unaffected as possible.

“You’re so beautiful, Addy. I don’t know how I have gone so long without knowing you.” His statement is so raw, so serious and vulnerable, I have to swallow the emotion it raises inside me. I need to leave, need to get out, or I’m not going to be able to stop myself from falling for this man. Between those words and that sex… ughh.

“Noah…” I whisper.

“I love the way you say my name.” His smile grows into something so sweet it snaps my heart in two. I shove past his hand holding the t-shirt and make to grab my things. “Noah… I can’t… I mean, I don’t think we…” I gesture between us, not sure how to tell him any of this as I fumble for my discarded clothes. Christ, they are all over the place.

“Addison, I care about you. In fact, I am pretty certain you’re one of the only things I have had in my head since we came back from Maplewood.” Not sure when he moved, but he is next to me now, grabbing on to my arm, one hand to my cheek, his thumb smearing something wet on my cheek—oh God, I am crying again? I shake my head and force a laugh. “We can’t do this.”

His face pulls into frustration, but his voice is gentle. “Give me one good reason why.” He stands up straighter, bringing his other hand to my cheek.

Shaking my head, I tell him, “I am not doing this, Noah. We can’t, and you can’t.” The last words are pointed, and I don’t hide their venom with.

I am certain one bout of great sex, great for me, anyway, isn’t going to change his mind about a serious relationship. It hasn’t changed mine.

And, anyway, I am not about to have my heart ripped out by falling for someone emotionally unavailable.

“Emotionally unavailable?” Fuck, did I say that out loud? How badly did this sex ruin my brain?

“Yes, Noah. You say all these panty-melting things, and then you cover it with ‘I don’t do relationships’ and saying you need to ’get me out of your system’. Confusing me with casual words while being possessive. You can’t have both, your actions contradict your words.”

---