JillieMIW86

"Noah, it's--", I started but I was rudely cut off.

"I know what time it is, alright? I need your advice. These women that I've been shacking up with just...aren't giving me what I need. They're all fucking batshit crazy. Swear to fuck they're bi-polar or some shit and they're clingy as hell. I don't need that kind of an attachment. I just need someone to fuck, not marry", he explained, running his tattooed hand over his face.

I was momentarily shocked into place. Noah normally didn't act like this regarding the women he hooked up with and if he did, this was one area of his life that I didn't insert myself into or ask questions about...especially because I was in love with him. I sighed and dropped the phone in my lap to reach under my pillow for my hair tie.

"What the fuck, bestie?", Noah barked. I threw my long dark hair on top of my head in a messy bun before picking up my phone. I shot Noah a scowl.

"Keep your dick on and loose the attitude, Sabastian. You're lucky I answered your fucking call in the first place considering what time it is. Not to mention I have a breakfast date in a few hours. Now, what you--", I replied but Noah cut me off again causing me to give him another dirty look.

"Breakfast date? With who? Do I know him?", he asked, eyes wide. I shook my head.

"No. You don't. Enough about me. What you need to understand is that not every woman you meet wants to be used for sex. We're people, too. We have feelings. Could be they want more from you. If you don't have complete transparency with them up front they won't know what your expectations are and they'll assume you want more, too. But don't accuse them of wanting to do "coupley" things as being bi-polar or batshit crazy. If you're looking just to fuck, then call one of those professional Call Girl services and pay for it. Otherwise, stop using women as a goddamn plough toy", I explained. Noah simply stared at me over the rim of his glass and blinked before setting it back down.

"You're supposed to be on my side, here", he said softly, his features morphing into sadness.

"What do you want, Noah? You really think it's worth cycling through these women like a revolving door? Don't you want...don't you want someone to love you?", I asked. Noah shook his head.

"Love isn't something that comes to me. Besides, I'm on the road all the time. No woman in her right mind would wait for weeks and months on end", he replied, running his fingers through his hair. The motion caused his hair to fall into his eyes. It was getting longer. Pretty soon wolfcut would come out to play. The thought of Noah being buff like he is with long hair had my clit pulsing to life and I shifted, biting my lower lip. Noah arched a singular brow at me. Damnit.

"You just haven't met the right woman yet. She's out there...and she's looking for you", I said softly and disconnected the call. I put my phone back on the table before snuggling back under the covers. The thought of Noah bedding all these women had my stomach churning. Sure, I had dates here and there but I very rarely slept with any of them.

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Pulling into the driveway from my breakfast date, I saw Noah's white Tesla in the spot next to mine. I sighed before getting out and staring at his car, giving it an eye roll before heading inside. I put my keys in the ceramic dish on the entryway table before turning to hang my purse on the coat rack.

My heels clicked on the hardwood as I made my way to the livingroom. Rounding the corner, I saw Noah sitting comfortably on my grey sectional in a black Bad Omens hoodie, Bad Omens sweat pants and white socks. His long legs were stretched out, feet crossed at the ankles to perch on the dark cherry wood coffee table. He was absentmindedly flipping through movies on HBO.

"You hung up on me without even telling my 'bye' last night", he half pouted. I put my hands on my hips and shot him a 'what the fuck?' look.

"That's why you're here? To tell me that? What are you, twelve? Grow up, bestie", I said, walking past him and into the open galley kitchen. I rounded the island to fish around the cabinet by the coffee pot for my favorite Starbucks cup. Turning back around, Noah was suddenly sitting at the island, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes raking over me like a lovers hand. I swear I could feel it.

"This is what you wore to breakfast?", he asked, arching a dark brow. I looked down at my A-line floral skirt and denim jacket. The blouse I wore underneath definitely showed an ample amount of cleavage but the jewelry I wore was meant to break up the attention.

"It was a business breakfast. I have a Power Point presentation due in a few weeks and I needed help on a segment I'm stuck on", I said carefully. Noah continued to eye fuck me and I turned to fill my cup with the coffee I had made this morning, which was stone cold, and made my way to the fridge for cold foam.

I shook the can, adding a healthy amount to the coffee before returning it to the fridge and shutting the door. Before I could even take a sip, Noah's tattooed hand came into view, removing the cup from my hand and setting it down.

"Noah, what the hell is your malfunction?", I snapped. I looked up at him and the look on his face had my thighs pressing together and my clit throbbing. His pupils were blown wide, full lips parted, chest heaving as if he ran a marathon. Before I even had time to process what happened next, his lips were on mine. They nipped, suck and drank from my own, his tongue reaching past to lick across mine. His hands sifted under my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders, pulling it from my arms.

"Noah, please don't do this...please don't make me one of them...you don't really want me...not that way", I whispered, pulling away from him. Tears blurred my vision as he cupped my face to lift my gaze to him. "Don't use me this way...you'll only break my heart. I'm not what you want...I'm just the friend you turn to when you hurt". Hot tears spilled down my cheeks and his thumbs were there to wipe them away.

"How could I not want you? You've been the one constant woman in my life that I could always rely on. You've always been there for me. Supporting me, encouraging me...loving me", he replied. That was the closest declaration of love I'd ever get from him. More tears spilled down my cheeks, my heart breaking in the knowledge that once he had me, he'd toss me aside.

I shook my head in his grasp. "I'm nothing to you...once the clothes come off, you won't like what you see. I'm not built like them", I whispered. Noah brought his lips to mine again, tongue tracing over them to lick my tears away.

"You're everything to me. You're my best friend. I should have come to you a long time ago, pretty girl. You keep me grounded, you keep my world in alignment, you keep me sane. All those nights on the road, you're the one I call", he replied softly, eyes searching my own.

"I may be the one you call, but...", I started but I couldn't bring myself to finish. I looked down, my line of sight dropping to the tattoo on his neck that was visible above his hoodie.

"But what? Tell me, pretty girl, come on", Noah encouraged, tilting my head back farther so I had no choice but to match my gaze with his. I was terrified to my soul to see his reaction.

"I'm not the one you love", I barely whispered. Noah growled before releasing me and giving me his back. I stumbled into the counter, griping the edge to hold myself upright.

"Love? I'm not capable of it, bestie, I don't fucking know how! What you see is what you fucking get! I don't come with flowers and romance. That's not who I am!", he yelled, throwing his arms wide as if to make me understand more.

"Everyone knows how to love, Noah, don't give me that bullshit. You love your band mates, you love your friends. Love is love. Stop acting like the victim because you're not. You're fucking scared. You're scared to death once you find someone that it'll end because you'll grow tired of her for not living up to your expectations and she won't wait for you. What the hell do you think I've been doing for half your life?! Playing Tiddlie Winks?!", I yelled back, planting my hands on his muscular chest and shoving him as hard as I could. He half staggered into the refridgerator, staring at me in shock. I could tell by the look on his face the 2 x 4 I hit him with made it's mark.

"I-what? What are you saying, exactly? That you love me? You can't. I'm damaged", he replied. I scoffed.

"You're not damaged, you dolt, you're just fucking selfish", I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest. Noah's eyes dropped at the motion and I immediately dropped my arms. He smirked and stepped closer.

"So, that's it then, isn't it? How long?", Noah asked taking another step. I put my hand out to stop him and shook my head.

"Noah, stop. I'm not playing this game with you", I said but my body chose that moment to hit my clit and panties with a wave of slick, my breathing becoming shallow, the blood rushing in my ears. He took another step, now just a few inches in front of me.

"Tell me right fucking now. How. Long?", he asked again through clenched teeth. I glared up at him defiantly, trying to hold onto the small amount of resolve I had left. His hand came up to my throat, fingers wraping gently but firmly around me to haul me closer. Noah bent his head down, eyes piercing my soul. "I won't ask you a third time, pretty girl".

"Always", I said. "I've always loved you, Noah". I said it clearly. Plain as day so there was no mistaking what he heard.

Noah smiled.

His lips crashed to mine in a kiss that had my knees buckling and my dripping pussy clenching in earnest. He suddenly hoisted me up and turned us to plant me on the kitchen island before forcing my legs apart with his body. The hand at my throat went to my hair before tugging my head back, exposing my skin to his open mouthed kisses. My brain had completely shut off, the pathetic whimpers leaving my lips echoing around the room. Noah's other hand pulled the front of my blouse down along with my bra, exposing my full breasts to the air. My panties were fucking soaked, the material clinging to my skin and dampening the inside of my thighs. Noah pulled me to the edge of the island, fingers immediately searching for the edge of my panties to yank them to the side and thrust two long fingers inside my drenched core. The orgasm was instant - my walls clenched around his fingers, my release coating his tattooed digits and hand.

Noah chuckled against my throat as he started to curl his fingers against my g-spot and pump them even faster, the mess I made squelching loudly. I raised my lashes to try and focus on the overhead lighting to regain any semblance of control but the second his thumb made contact with my clit, I was done for. My body seized and my eyes slipped closed, screaming out my second orgasm and grabbing the fabric of Noah's hoodie for anchorage.

"That's it, sweetness...let go for me. Your pleasure belongs to me", Noah said against my skin. He pulled his fingers from my core, grabbing my panties and gave a rough tug, the material ripping down the center. Still trying to catch my breath, my fuzzy brain barely had time to register the rustle of fabric before Noah released my throat, both hands grabbing my hips to spear his hard cock into my overly stimulated pussy. My thighs automatically tightened at his wasit, my ankles locking around his lower back as he sank inside me to the hilt. I gasped at the stretch and fullness.

"Oh, shit, baby...look how well your pussy sucks me in...goddamn, so tight and warm", Noah said, head tipping back onto his shoulders and his eyes rolling back.

One of Noah's hands left my hip to grab my wrist, holding it behind my back and suddenly started pistoning his cock inside me. So, this is what all the other the women before me got to experience. My heart clenched at the thought of him doing this to someone else after me and fresh tears filled my eyes, blinding my vision of him bullying his cock deeper inside me.

"Noah, stop...please...no more", I begged, tears leaving hot trails down my cheeks but it only egged him on. Harder he fucked his cock into me, the hand at my hip squeezing. I was certain there would be bruises. "Stop, Noah, I'm gonna' come...please don't...don't come inside me...pull out", I continued to beg. Still ingorning my pleas, Noah powered his hips into me until I came so hard I saw stars, my walls clamping down on his cock. Noah suddenly stilled, holding himself inside me as deep as his cock would allow to unload inside me. His cock pulsed and I squirmed and thrashed to get away but the damage was already done...I should have thought about that before I let my walls crumble for him.

Noah took my chin in his hand, lips crashing to mine. My arms stupidly circled around his shoulders holding him to me. After what seemed like an eternity, Noah broke all physical contact with me, pulling his cock from my body to step back and straighten his clothing. Without a word, he tried walking out of the kitchen.

"Noah, stop!", I called. He halted in the doorway, turning his head to flash me his gorgeous side profile. "Remember something...no matter how much fame and fortune you acheive, you're still just a nobody when you treat people like shit...even your best friend", I said. He turned to me fully, his face full of anger, lips drawn into a tight line.

I walked by him and I was surprised he didn't stop me. I just left him there standing in the entryway as my words hung in the air like a cloud.

Would it have mattered if he did stop me?

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I had cut off communication with him, not ready to face him and have him tell me that we can't be best friends anymore or that what we did was a mistake.

I was sitting in the center of the livingroom, my draft for my Power Point arranged in front of me. Baylan and Magenta took up residence at opposite ends of the sectional, text books laid out between them. My phone suddenly vibrated from the coffee table and I glanced up, dropping the papers I was holding. Baylan and Magenta exchanged looks. I reached for my phone, Nicholas' face appearing for a FaceTime call. I answered without hesitation.

Somehow Jolly and Nick ended up cramming themselves into frame, too. It was almost laughable to see three fully grown men try and fit themselves into a FaceTime call but I smiled nonetheless.

"Hello, gents. How art thou?", I said, propping the phone against a half empty bottle of wine.

"We need you to come here", Jolly whispered, cupping his hand around his mouth.

"Oh my God, who died?", I asked. Baylan and Magenta burst into hysterics and I shot them a look over the table.

"No one, why? We need your help with Noah. He hasn't been himself in weeks since your last encounter. He needs help. We can't reach him and we don't know what to do", Nicholas explained. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. In truth I wasn't sure what help I could offer either. I turned to my friends and they both nodded.

"Go on. We'll be here to finish up with research, see what else we can add. You need to see him. You know how he gets", Baylan said, taking a sip of wine. Magenta nodded, offering me a smile of reassurance.

"Give me an hour, gents", I said ending the call. I sighed again.

"You need to clear the air with this. Just remember, you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink. All you can do is tell him...in the end you have to be okay with his decision. Hang in there. We'll be here when you get back", Magenta stated. I nodded and stood, making my way upstairs to change out of my pyjamas - clock time was 10:56PM.

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Walking up the sidewalk to Noah's felt like I was walking through molasses. My legs and my heart felt heavy. I had no idea how I was going to start this conversation and I was honestly terrified he would kick me out.

I stepped inside slowly. The large two story house was quiet and the air was thick with Frankensence. A ghost of a smile touched my lips as I set my purse on the couch, toeing off my flats. I padded barefoot in my leggings and oversized Bad Omens hoodie I stole from the boys' Warped tour, heading up the stairs; still no sign of anyone. What the hell?

I went down the hall, passed Matt's room, a faint glow coming from under the door and distant voices could be heard. No doubt he was engrossed in a movie or video games. Davis suddenly emerged from the bathroom, dark and blonde streaked hair tucked neatly behind his ears and smiled warmly at me.

"Hey, princess, how goes the night?", he asked. I stared at him and simply blinked, not really knowing how to respond. "Go easy on the guy...he's pretty broken". He then disappeared into his own room. I approached Noah's door and knocked, my heart hammering in my chest.

"Go the fuck away, goddamn...", I heard Noah snap. I shot the door a dark look. Broken my fucking ass, to hell with this shit. I barged in, slamming the door behind me. Noah was sitting at his desk, cat ear headphones on his head and whirled around. "What the fuck?!"

"What the fuck indeed, Noah! Get the hell off discord!", I shouted. Noah's facial expression went from pissed to shocked as he removed his headset and tossed it down on his desk. He then quickly closed out of the discord chat he was in and stomped over to me, stopping a mere few inches from my feet. He glared down at me, nostrils flaring. He really was quite intimidating when he was mad though I knew he'd never raise a hand to me.

"You wanna' explain to me what gives you the right to just barge into my fucking room unannounced?!", Noah barked. I almost flinched at his clipped tone of voice.

"I had the right the minute you became my best friend. Even more so when you railed me into oblivion in my fucking kitchen", I shot back hotly. Noah smirked and I rolled my eyes, turning to leave but his hand latched around my wrist, spinning me back towards him.

"Please don't leave", he whispered, surprising me by sinking to his knees in front of me. He wrapped his long arms around my waist, his face nuzzling my stomach. My fingers automatically threaded themselves into his dark locks. "Please don't leave me again...I need you in ways that terrify me".

Untangling his arms from around my waist, I sunk to the floor with him, cupping my hands around his face. His dark eyes roamed my face for a few seconds before filling with tears and he sniffled.

"Oh, Noah...", my voice trailed. "Tell me how to help you...what do I do? What do you need?".

"You...it's always been you. I've been in love with you since the day we met but our friendship was so strong, I didn't want to ruin it by fucking you. I fucked other women because I couldn't live with myself if I ever screwed up so badly that you'd walk away. A woman like you should be made love to. Not fucked. You should be cherished and loved. I'm not worthy enough to give you that", he said. My breath caught in my throat at his declaration and my own eyes stung with tears.

"Noah...", I whispered. He looked at me, eyes red rimmed. "You're the only one who has ever been worthy". His eyes went wide, pupils dialated with need. He brought his hands to my hair, fisting the strands as his lips collided with mine. The kiss was all teeth and tongues and we only stopped for breath as we pulled at articles of clothing in the desperate need to be naked.

Noah picked me up bridal style and gently layed me down on his bed, his cool sheets causing my skin to ripple with goosebumps. He lowered himself to steal another kiss, this one different. It was so soft, so gentle that my eyes stung. He seemed to have that effect on me a lot. His lips left mine to plant kisses down the column of my throat, my collar bone, down to my breasts where he sucked and licked them until I was a writhing mess beneath him.

"Patience, pretty girl...I know what you need", Noah said, chuckling softly, raining more kisses down my body. He layed between my thighs, kissing and kneading my flesh, my entire body sizzling with need. Noah lowered his head, gently swiping his tongue through my soaked folds, lips wrapping around my clit to gently suck. My hips nearly shot off the bed at the pleasure that ran through my veins, my brain melting. Adding two long fingers into my wet heat had me nearly coming undone as I fisted his hair. A few pumps of his fingers while sucking my clit harder had my orgasm causing me to see stars.

Noah planted open mouthed kisses back up my body, caging my head in his hands as he lowered himself on top of me. His weight was warm and heavy and I spread my thighs, holding him to me, as his cock slowly filled and stretched my now dripping pussy.

I tried to close my eyes at the immense pleasure of his cock slowly dragging out of my body only to plunge back inside. It was agonizingly slow. Torturous. Every drag and thrust of his cock stroked over nerve endings and my body was on the verge of snapping.

Words weren't needed. There was only the feeling of Noah deep inside my body and the warmth as he unloaded rope after thick rope of hot come. I screamed as my orgasm hit, damn near causing me to black out.

"Mine", Noah whispered against my skin. He chanted it over and over again, as if he were afraid it wouldn't be so unless he said it aloud.

I was always his..

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