Page 62 of Wicked Games We Play
The minutes ticked by slowly once Jordan and Noah came back inside after tossing the football around. My heart had swelled as I watched them from my upstairs window, spying on them for a few moments. I had counted four catches from Noah before I forced myself to walk away, allowing them the privacy of bonding without me witnessing the entire exchange.
Now that Jordan gave Noah and me the green light to date, I couldn’t wait to actually get some alone time with him. I loved my son, but tonight I couldn’t wait until it was his bedtime.
Finally, at around nine thirty, Jordan headed to bed, and all we had to do was wait for him to fall asleep. Noah and I watched a little TV until enough time had passed where Jordan would surely be asleep. About one episode into some reality show that neither of us cared about, I couldn’t wait any longer. Reaching behind Noah, I pulled a blanket from the top of the couch and tossed it onto his lap. He shot me an inquisitive brow but said nothing as I reached my hand under and found the button on his jeans.
When my hand gripped his shaft, he groaned. “Lily…”
“Shh.” I maneuvered his pants down as best as possible, but Noah could see my struggle and lifted his hips to help me pull the stiff denim down slightly. His briefs made it much easier to access exactly what I was trying to.
His head hit the back of my couch at the same time another groan pushed past his lips. I bit my lip, watching his eyes close in pleasure, my panties dampening with arousal.
Though it was clear my touch was bringing him pleasure, I knew it wasn’t enough.
Against his ear, I whispered, “Let’s go to my bedroom,” before pulling his earlobe into my mouth and sucking it gently.
“You know what will happen if we end up in your room, Flower.” His voice was thick with desire as he reached to my thigh and gripped it tightly, his fingernails nipping at my skin.
“I can be quiet.”
“I never want you quiet. I want you screaming my name, Lily.”
“Well, I can’tscreamtonight,” I told him, pulling him to a standing position. He quickly tucked himself back into his pants and zipped his jeans, leaving the button and his belt undone.
“You’re right. I guess I’ll just have to gag you.”
My eyes widened at the thought, but desire pooled in my belly.
“Meet me in your bedroom, naked, and spread out on the bed. When I walk into your room, I want the first thing I see to be your pussy. I’ll be right back.”
I watched as he walked out of my house, closing the front door behind him, which I thought was strange, but for once I threw caution to the wind and went with it.
I could feel myself transforming, a new version of Lily being born like a phoenix from the ash.
Once upon a time, I was a woman who had a baby early in life and didn’t know what her purpose aside from motherhood was. Trapped in a marriage of convenience with a lack of self-confidence, especially where her body was concerned. Now, I could feel myself becoming anew right before my very eyes. I had built a business in the last few months and was getting ready to launch. I had learned to believe in myself and to love myself—even the things that I saw as flaws. And I had an amazing man who loved me seemingly unconditionally.
Had we had our ups and downs? To say the least. But I didn’t doubt his feelings for me in the slightest, and I knew with no doubt that all roads led to him.
When Noah entered my bedroom, it was dark, only illuminated by the faint light from the crescent moon, but I was laying exactly how he wanted—spread out on the bed. My feet were flat and knees up so thateverythingwas visible to him. Every lump, bump, stretch mark, and curve was visible, along with the fullness of my breasts, my not-so-flat stomach, and my pussy, just as he had wanted.
Bare, naked, and on display.
My stomach flipped at the thought, but my pulse raced with anticipation and knowledge of what was to come.
“I wish you saw yourself how I see you, Lily. Irresistible. Exquisite. And I’m not talking about just your physical appearance.” He moved toward me in slow, deliberate steps, as if he was the hunter and I was his prey. “You’ve bewitched me, my love. Absolutely put a spell on me.”
My breaths became shallow, my chest rising and falling in quick succession.
“The way the moon illuminates your bedroom gives me the perfect amount of light to see your delicious pussy glistening for me. You’re so fucking wet, Lily. I can’t wait to feast on you.”
A small whimper escaped my lips, his words doing something to me on the inside that I knew was raw desire. Every interaction with this man fueled my soul, and when he was speaking to me with that filthy mouth of his, it not only fueled, but lit the damn thing on fire.
Noah’s eyes darkened as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, along with his briefs. “Get on your knees, Lily.”
I did as he instructed, scrambling to my knees and walking on them until I reached the edge of the bed where he stood. His hand came up to cradle my head, cupping it from the back.
“Suck it,” he commanded. His grip turned rough, pushing my head down until my lips reached the tip of his cock. He gripped his shaft in his free hand, using it to rub the velvety tip against my lips. “Open wide, my love.”
Working him from base to tip in long, fluid motions, Noah’s cock grew harder with every stroke of my tongue. I moaned, just as turned on as he was.
