Page 79 of When the Stars Rise
I come so hard my legs nearly give out and he has to hold me up. “Taste yourself,” he says, pressing his warm mouth against mine and tracing the seam of my lips before delving in so I can taste myself on his tongue.
His hands are in my hair and he’s kissing me against the wall. I can feel his erection pressing against my bare stomach and I’m still coming down off the high of my orgasm, but I want him. I want him so badly.
“What do you want?” he murmurs against my lips.
“You.”
“You want me to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I murmur.
“You want me to fuck you so hard you’ll have trouble walking.”
“Yes. Fuck me hard.”
“On the back of my bike. Is that what you want?”
“Mmhmm.”
I thought he would straddle the bike and I would straddle him, but he bends me over the seat, his hand flat on my back and runs it up my spine. “Hold on to the foot pegs.”
My breasts are pressed against the leather, my hands wrapped around the cool steel, and I look over my shoulder when I feel him come up behind me. He unbuttons his jeans and frees his cock. It juts straight up and he’s impossibly big and so hard my mouth is watering. I watch the muscles in his abdomencontract as he gives himself a few hard strokes and I gasp, my lips parting when he drags the tip through my slick heat.
And then suddenly without warning, he buries himself to the hilt and lets out a groan, stilling for a moment while I try to adjust to this fullness. It’s almost too much.Almost.
“Fuck. You feel so good. So fucking tight.” He pulls out almost all the way and then plunges back in. I meet him thrust for thrust and we find our rhythm while the rain drums against the roof and sweat slicks our skin and I clench around him, an orgasm building each time the tip of his dick hits that sweet spot.
His hand moves from my hip to the spot where we’re joined and he finds my clit, rubbing it while his cock fills me up and that does it. I scream his name as I come and with three more powerful strokes, he comes with a roar and spills inside me.
His forehead drops to my shoulder, and we stay like that for a few long moments, our ragged breaths muffling the sound of the rain as we come down off our high. Our bodies are still joined, our skin slick with sweat, and I wish we could always be this close. This connected.
Noah kisses my shoulder blade before pulling out and I feel a sharp pang of loss that the fullness is gone.
He helps me back into my clothes, his hands gentle and movements unhurried and I smile when he drops to his knees and puts my boots back on my feet.
It’s those sweet little things he does that I find so endearing. They make me feel like he cherishes me.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I slide it out and check the screen. There’s a missed call and a text from Chris. I was so high on that orgasm that I didn’t even hear my phone ringing.
“Chris will be here in ten minutes.” I try to keep the disappointment out of my voice as I slide down against the wall and sit on the ground to wait.
Noah nods and sits beside me. “Surprised it took him this long.”
My brow furrows. “How does he know where to find us?”
“He put a tracking device on my bike. He was probably just waiting down the road until we finished.”
Oh my God. My cheeks burn with embarrassment. What if Chris knew what we were doing? What if hesawus?
I’m just going to pretend Noah never said that. He laughs as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking and takes my hand in his.
“Maybe I’ll write a song about it,” I muse, tapping my finger against my lips.
“Seeing Stars at the Carwash,” he says without missing a beat.
“Sex at the Drive-Thru.”
“Getting Railed in the Driving Rain.”
