The devil sold his soul to me

You lock your car, ensuring your bag wouldn’t be disturbed. You follow Noah to his car, a sleek black, and reliable, sedan. He opens the passenger door for you, and you hop inside. Circling back around, he gets in and starts the car. “I’m not exactly in date worthy clothes.” You look down at your baggy sweatpants and oversized hoodie. You look at him, the first time since getting off set. He’s basically wearing the same thing. “I’m not either. I really couldn’t give a damn.” He laughs, and it makes you feel better about being bare-faced and underdressed. Noah pulls out of the parking lot, and you can’t help how your eyes wander to his hands on the wheel. “So where are we going for dinner?” “Do you like tacos? Theres a nice place not far from here. We go there all the time.” Noah asks, glancing over at you a few times “Tacos sound great.” You smile. Not 10 minutes later, he’s pulling into a small taco restaurant. You watch as he pulls in, and how his arms flex when he shifts the car into park. Noah shuts the car off, but neither of you move to get out. You turn to him, and he’s already looking at you. Your eyes dance across his face, the small, dotted scars on his lip and cheek, the way his lips curl into a smile as he looks at you. And his eyes. God those eyes. Big brown pools that seem to bore into you. You’re leaning in before you can stop yourself, meeting him over the center console. As your faces hover an inch apart, your breathing picks up, matching his. “We should… we should go inside.” You whisper “Yeah.” He responds but never pulls away. He closes the gap in milliseconds and your lips meet. Its soft at first, hesitant and learning. Your hand comes up to his nape and he pushes further, his tongue teasing your bottom lip. His hand finds your waist, pulling you as close as possible in the cramped car. Your tongues dance, and you don’t think you’ve enjoyed kissing someone as much as you enjoy kissing him. He’s soft but dominant, leading the whole kiss as you melt like putty in his hands. You both get carried away, the restaurant long forgotten now. You pull away to catch your breath. A string of saliva connects your mouths as your foreheads rest against each other. “I have uhm- some food at my apartment… Maybe we could-” Noah proposes You don’t let him finish, “Yeah. Yeah we could…” You pant, biting your lip. The car is started again, and Noah pulls out faster than before. His hand lingers on your thigh the whole drive, and it sends shivers through your spine. The sunset glow shines across his face as he drives to his apartment, you can’t help but stare his handsome face as he tries to focus on the road. After about 20 minutes of torture, Noah pulls into an underground garage beneath a tall apartment complex. As soon as the car shuts off, you’re both climbing out. Noah takes your hand immediately, guiding you through the lobby and straight to the elevators. Once you’re in the elevator, Noah immediately has you by the waist. His hands pull you against his chest, and you can feel his growing hard-on at your stomach. He kisses you fervently. You wrap your arms around his shoulders. The kiss is messy and needy, but neither of you pull away when the elevator dings for his floor. Noah walks you down the hall, your lips never disconnect as he fumbles with the apartment key. When you’re finally inside, the door is slammed and you’re pressed against it. You gasp into his lips, every noise swallowed by his greedy mouth. The same mouth travels lower, to your jaw and neck as he mouths over your pulse point. You can’t help but whimper, the sensation fueling the heat in your core. Noah picks you up, his arms under your thighs aa you wrap your legs around him. He carries you across the apartment to the bedroom, before setting you down on your feet to strip you. You pull away, stopping his hands before they can disrobe you, “I owe you a dance, no?” You smirk.

You shove him onto the large bed and step back. You make a show of undressing, winding your hips and bending over as you strip the last piece of clothing. You straddle his awaiting lap, prepared to give him a more intimate version of the dance from earlier, but he flips the two of you over before you can even start. “Nuh uh. Later. Need you.” He mumbles into your neck, mouthing at the soft skin. Noah settles between your legs, sitting up on his haunches to admire your form. Your thighs rest on his, propped up next to his hips. His fingers trail down, ever so slowly. Over your breasts, down your stomach, and finally, where you need him most. “So fuckin’ pretty.” His fingers immediately circle your clit, your hips jerk at the sensation. It's been too long for you. You’re hypersensitive right now. You moan, breathlessly, as his fingers tease you. “Sensitive, baby?” You nod, gasping when his fingers dip inside you for a moment. He changes positions slightly, now leaning to your side, one arm propped under you to cradle your head. His right hand continues it’s exploration. This position allows you to hold onto him and bury your face in his inked neck. “Breathe…” he coos, while his fingers begin teasing that sensitive spot inside you. Your hips jerk, and you can’t help but whine into his skin. Between his deft fingers and your lack of experience recently, you’re teetering on that edge earlier than you’d like. “N-noah, fuck…! I’m—” “Don’t fight it. Cum on my fingers, baby.” He encourages, his hand never stopping his relentless, steady pace. Your body goes white hot; your thighs shake and you're whimpering into his neck before you can even think. His large hand cradles you against him, he rides you through your orgasm. You pant as you come down, and Noah’s clean hand strokes your hair gently. He kisses your forehead before climbing back over you. “Do you still want this?” He asks, running his hands along your shivering sides. You nod fervently, and he begins undoing the tie on his sweatpants. You watch as they’re slipped over his hips, along with his boxers, and dropped to the floor. He’s bigger than you expected, it makes your tummy flutter. “C’mere.” Noah says as he grips under your knees and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He lays his cock over your tummy and he makes a small groaning noise when it reaches to your belly button. You shimmy your hips, a silent plea for him to stop teasing. “Alright, alright.” He surrenders, lining himself up with your entrance. He pushes in slowly, and the stretch makes your head spin. Of course this 6’3 idiot would hung too. He seems to catch on to your struggle, rubbing slow circles on your clit as encouragement. Leaning down, he kisses your face and neck with a sweetness that contrasts how he’s stretching you out right now. With shallow thrusts, he works his way inside you, you moan in unison with every movement of his hips. “Oh fuck…” You moan when he bottoms out, his hips pressed firmly against yours. “You feel so good, baby.” He murmurs, picking up the pace. Heavy, steady thrusts have you whimpering into his kisses. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him as he fucks you hard. The wet sound of skin on skin fills the apartment. You’re groaning, whining every time his cock kisses your cervix. Its too much, too good. You’re floating as he holds you close to his chest, his hips meet yours roughly. “Noah, Noah I-” “I got you. Cum for me.” It hits you harder than ever, white-hot and blinding. Your skin burns as you cling to him, pleasure courses through you. Noah holds you close as he follows you over the edge. His face is buried in your neck, loud groans muffled by your skin. He thrusts as deep as he can, holding you against him as he fills you up.

You both shake as you come down, panting into each other’s skin. Noah’s the first to move, prying himself off of you. He goes to the en suite bathroom, grabbing a warm washcloth. He comes back and cleans off your sticky skin. You’re practically melted into the sheets, starstruck from the best lay of your life. “You with me, baby?” He asks, voice soft. He rubs your thighs, soothing the lingering tremble. You nod, already falling asleep. “C’mon...” He manhandles you up against the pillows as gently as possible, sliding in behind you and pulling the duvet over both of you. His lips meet your shoulder ever so softly, his arm wrapped around your center firmly. You fall asleep almost immediately, the long day and the intense fuck melting your brain as you settle into his arms.