Page 57 of What's Left of Me

Between kisses we divested ourselves of our clothes, flinging them across his room and cackling at the sound each time something fell.

Noel had the lube and condoms on his nightstand, so I reached to grab them and dropped them beside me. He latched on to my nipple and sucked, and I saw stars in the best way. I was so sensitive, and Noel knew every secret spot to make me come apart.

I saw my opening and flipped us so I was on top.

“Nimble.” Noel chuckled, and he slid his hands along my stomach and chest.

“Mmhmm.” I leaned in and kissed his perfect lips. As much as I could do that all night, I wanted to explore. I needed to make Noel feel delirious because of me, and then I was going to impale myself on his beautiful dick.

I dipped my head and gently nibbled his neck, loving his moans. When I brushed my tongue against his nipple, goose bumps erupted over his flesh, fueling me on.

“Damn, Phoenix.”

I looked up, and his gaze locked with mine. His pupils were blown, and he was breathing as if he’d run a marathon. I could feel his erection against my chest, and I needed it in my mouth. I shot him a wink and then swallowed him down as much as I could.

“Fuuuuuck!”

If I could have, I’d have done a victory dance. I was driving Noel Saint mad, and it was the most thrilling feeling ever.

“I’m gonna come,” he rushed out, and I couldn’t have that. I wanted him inside me.

I popped off him and grabbed the lube. “Sorry, but that come is going in my ass.”

“Let me…”

“Nu-uh.” I poured the lube onto my fingers, reached behind, and slowly pushed two into my hole.

“Please.” He tried to grab for me, but I playfully swatted his hand away.

“Get that condom on.”

He moved faster than I’d ever seen him.

“Lube it up.” I handed him the bottle.

Once he was slick and ready, I shimmied up, gripped his rock-hard cock, and pushed it into me.

“Sweet Jesus, Phoenix.”

I rested my hands on Noel’s chest, lifted my ass and slammed back down, loving the feeling of fullness. His cock grazed my prostate, and I was not going to be able to go slow.

“Fuck me, Phoenix.”

That was all I needed to hear. I started riding him, chasing that blissful feeling, the tingle at the base of my spine getting more intense each time his dick rammed that spot.

“Noel.” I was begging him for something…anything.

He knew exactly what to do. He wrapped his arms around me, flipped us, and began hammering me—he was merciless, and I loved every second.

I arched up and the second Noel’s lips met mine, I came across my stomach. He didn’t let up, I rode it out and as soon as I sighed, he roared, and I watched as his orgasm consumed him.

He smiled at me and then collapsed. It didn’t matter that we had come and sweat all over us; we didn’t move. It would suck trying to separate but at that moment, neither of us seemed to care. We were exactly where we wanted to be.

The best way todescribe the following morning was organized chaos. The living room was transformed into FTF headquarters. Most of the sofas and chairs were taken out—where they were put, I had no idea. Tables were brought in, and each was covered with monitors, keyboards, and laptops.

The television that was above the fireplace showed the outside of the house toward the street so they could see anyone coming and going. I honestly had no idea how they’d explain this setup if Carmichael or Rose showed up.

Noel and Nick pretty much ran the show since they were the tech geniuses. Until anyone knew where to go, they instructed everyone on what to do. What was hilarious was how bad everyone—except for the twins—was with computers. Well, JJ and Mason were pretty good, but if I didn’t know better, I’d have thought the others had never seen a keyboard before.

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