Page 58 of Wicked Games We Play

I did as I was told and adjusted so I was kneeling on the bench and we both groaned as I slid up his cock. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I slowly pressed down, taking him back into my heat.

“You’re so fucking wet. Ride my dick, Lily. Show me everything I’ve missed these last five months.”

Leaving one hand on my waist, Noah moved his other hand between us, pulling my panties aside more to find my clit, taking it between his finger and thumb to tease it.

“Lily, I’m not going to last. You feel too fucking good.”

He continued playing with my clit while his hips rocked into me, and I met him thrust for thrust, sliding down his length. My pussy clenched with every impact as our bodies collided.

My eyes rolled toward the back of my head, and stars clouded my vision. “Noah, I’m about to come. I’m coming,” I breathed just before I came, harder than I ever have. A scream ripped through me, but before it could fill the air, Noah pulled my head down and pressed my face into his neck, muffling the sound.

The dull ache from his fingernails biting into the flesh of my hip helped ground me, keeping me in place while my pussy clenched around him and I rode out every bit of pleasure I could pull from our bodies. He placed his other palm on the bench beside him, curling his fingers around the edge to give him better anchorage. A primal groan emanated from Noah’s chest while I continued to ride him slowly, my movements encouraging him to become more rough and frenzied as he chased his own release.

“Fuck, Lily. You ride my cock so good, baby. I’ll never get enough of you.” His lips brushed against my throat, nipping at it while he slowed his movements through our aftershocks.

Wrapping his arms around me, Noah cradled me tight against his body and our chests rose and fell in unison while we caught our breath. I lazily brushed my fingers up and down the soft material of his shirt that he never took off, loving the way his taut muscles subtly flexed because of my touch. The urge to unbutton it and slide it off his shoulders called to me, but I knew we had been out here for too long.

I hissed a sharp breath when I lifted to my knees, sliding off of him and pushing myself to stand, adjusting my dress back down. Noah tucked himself back into his pants, and I watched him refasten his pants and belt with a sudden nagging feeling that something was missing.

The evidence of what we had just done pooled in my panties, seeping through the silk and added to the stickiness between my thighs. At the feeling, my eyes went wide with realization. My head snapped toward Noah and I found that his expression mirrored mine.

“Shit, Lily, I didn’t even realize…” He swiped his hand down the front of his face. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

My expression hardened as I mentally sorted through the date, my last period, and when I was ovulating. Yes, I tracked that religiously. Call it a hard lesson learned, but I vowed to myself to never get pregnant again unless it was a conscious decision between my partner and me.

This had not been a conscious decision.

Unprotected sex was not something I took lightly, no matter who it was with, and while I had ravished Noah just as feverishly, neither one of us had been in the right mindset to even realize we hadn’t grabbed a condom.Clearly.

He searched my eyes, a look of remorse dusted across his features and I just knew he was beating himself up inside of that beautiful head of his.

Reaching out, I grabbed his hand and laced his fingers through mine. “It’s okay. I track my cycle. I’m not fertile right now. We should be good.”

“And if we’re not?” he asked hesitantly.

Only for a moment did I think about his question before I realized, for the first timeever, I truly didn’t care. Obviously, it wouldn’t be ideal if I got pregnant right now, but I wasn’t afraid of the idea.

The notion shocked me to my core.

I wasn’t afraid of getting pregnant again.

Noah made me feel so comfortable in my skin that my fears just seemed to dissipate. With him, I felt loved, cherished, and safe on a whole deeper level than I had felt previously.

A lifetime with Noah didn’t seem so scary anymore. I wasn’t giving myself up to be with him. I was flourishingnextto him.

The realization made me giddy; the smile that overtook my face was almost painful.

“C’mon,” I told him, tugging the hand I was holding, leading us to leave the seclusion of the willow tree. “Let’s go inside and have some fun. You need to say hello to the bride and groom, and I think it’s time you met Jordan.”

Noah pulled my arm roughly, causing my body to spin and yo-yo into his firm chest. “Lily, talk to me. We just fucked without a condom and I blew five months’ worth of my load into your pussy. I need you to hear my apology. I need you to talk to me.”

His voice was light and soothing, as was the touch of his fingers cupping the back of my head. I leaned into his touch. “Noah, I’m not upset. I told you I’m not fertile right now and we should be good. It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” he growled, grabbing my shoulders to nudge me back a step so that I could look him in the eye. “Of course it’s a big deal, Lily. I crossed a line I never wanted to cross. I took away your control. If you end up pregnant—”

“If I end up pregnant, then that’s a conversation you and I will have to have. You didn’t force me into anything or take anything away from me, Noah. I could have easily told you to stop or remembered the condom myself, and I didn’t. Nothing else mattered in that moment but you. Nothing elsematters.”

“But Lily—”

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