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Read part one here before you continue reading!

„Yeah, sorry. I’m on my way, I’ll be there in a few minutes, I just have to finish this. I can’t leave until I got the calculation for Mr. Whitaker,” you mumbled, holding the receiver between your shoulder and ear.

“Come on, Y/N. You can probably finish it on Monday, he won’t even notice,” your best friend whined. “Plus, I’ve been waiting for you for twenty minutes now. People are probably thinking that someone stood me up.”

“I’m sorry, Liz, but this had to be done yesterday. You should’ve seen Mr. Whitaker’s face today when it wasn’t done. He was furious. I can’t postpone this any longer,” you sighed as you typed some more numbers in the system. “Maybe you can find some attractive guy and enjoy the night with him.”

“Hm,” Liz summed while she looked around the bar. “There are some cute guys around here, indeed. But I’ll be waiting for you here. Hurry up, lil bean.”

Liz hung up and left you alone to your work. It was late in the evening, everyone except the security guy at the entrance had already left for the weekend, it was just you up in the office.

It took you another thirty minutes until you had all the calculations right for Mr. Whitaker. With your head on the table and your hands balled to fists next to it you let out a big sigh and mumbled to yourself, “I need a tequila.”

One last glance at the watch on your wrist convinced you to join Liz at the bar. So you shut down your computer and grabbed your coat, putting it on while you walked to the elevators. Once the doors of the elevator shut, you saw what a mess you were. Your hair was sticking to different directions and your lipstick was worn off except for the lip liner.

You sighed again and rummaged through your purse until you found your lipstick and applied it on. On the remaining way down you combed through your ponytail with your fingers and smoothed your slags. The bell ringed and the doors of the elevators opened before you rushed out.

“Have a good night Ms. Y/L/N,” said the security guard Mr. Johnson as you left the building. You smiled at him and said your goodbye as you walked out.

The fresh night air hit your face while you walked down the side walk to get to the car park as soon as possible. It was a horror day for you, so all you wanted to do was drown a few shots, have a good night and then sleep until it would be too late to eat breakfast anymore. 

Speeding down the streets of LA, you realized that you missed those kinds of nights back in Phoenix, where you lived the past few years. But it wasn’t the future that you were imaginating. Phoenix wasn’t your city, it was LA, where you grew up and left all your friends and family behind. But you needed a fresh start, so you moved to another state as soon as you finished studying. You always promised your best friend to move in with her in LA once you finished university but you couldn’t go back. It all reminded you of him, Noah. You had your several dates, some men even got another date, some even a third one, but nothing serious happened. 

Once you made it to the bar, you parked your car on the side of the street just around the corner and checked yourself in the mirror of your rear view. You applied some lipstick and loosened the tight ponytail and let your hair fall down your shoulders.

You walked through the doors of your favorite bar and looked around, searching for your dark haired friend. It didn’t take you long to find her. She was sitting at the back of the bar with two men by her side. You rolled your eyes at her and walked through the mass of people, pushing your way to the back.

“There you are!” she exclaimed as you made it to their table. “Thought you’d dump me.”

“Nah, I really need a drink right now,” you replied and sat down next to her.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s my bestie. Y/N, this is Kali and his friend Fyre. Remember, I told you about Kali once or twice.”

“Yeah right, you’re the guitar guy, am I right?” you asked the blonde guy sitting right in front of you.

Kali nodded, about to tell you something when one of the waitresses made her way over to your table. “Anything else for you guys?”

“Just give us another round please,” Kali replied and raised his empty bottle of beer. “Or do you want something else?”

“Nah, that’s fine with me,” you answered and smiled at the waitress before she walked away.

“So, I heard you just had a big gig the other night,” you started a conversation with the boys. “Are you also playing in his band?”

“Unfortunately, I can’t play any instruments,” Fyre laughed. “But Kali over here is a guitar god! You should see him perform one day.”

“Yeah, Y/N! Why don’t we join them on his next gig?” Liz asked you full of euphoria, leaning against Kali’s side. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders looked at you with hoping eyes. “It would be fun.”

“Okay, yeah, why not?” you laughed and grabbed your bottle of beer that the waitress just put in front of you. Fyre raised his bottle and clinked his bottle with yours.

Nearly two hours had passed and you were down to your fifth beer. Nothing you couldn’t handle. Fyre and Kali were cool guys, the type of guys your friend Liz was looking for, but not you. Fyre tried to come closer to you once or twice while Liz and Kali were deep in their own conversations.

It was late and you were trying to find and excuse to leave, but Liz wouldn’t let you go. “Anyone in for another round of shots?” you asked, hoping that the more alcohol you put in Liz’s system, the more tired she would get.

Liz cheered and raised her hands up in the air, “You know exactly how to make me happy, Y/N!”

You laughed and grabbed your purse, heading for the bar. You could’ve waited for another waitress but you wanted to be alone for just a second.

“Can I get four shots of your strongest liquor, please?” you asked the bartender. He nodded and placed for empty glasses in front of you, filling it with some brown liquor.

“Wow, Y/N. Must’ve been a really tough day, huh?”

You turned your head to your left, your eyes widened as you saw the dark mop of hair, followed by those brown teddy bear eyes that you loved so much, a smirk on his lips, surrounded by 5-o-clock-shadow.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, the words barely louder than a whisper.

“Well, I could ask you the same, Y/N. It was you who moved away, after all.”

“I’m sorry, Noah, but I have to get back to my friends,” you said and grabbed the four glasses, ready to walk away when his hand grabbed your wrist and stopped you from leaving.

“I know you, Y/N. And I could see it in your face that you were trying to find a way out. Why don’t you just stay here with me? We could talk, tell each other what we missed those few years. And… your friend over there doesn’t seem to notice that you are gone,” he whispered in your ear, looking over your shoulder to see Liz enjoying herself way too much.

You sighed and looked back at Noah. He was giving you a delicate smile, raising his brows to ask for your answer. “So?”

“Alright,” you gave in and put the shots back on the counter. “But then we have to drink those.”

“With pleasure,” he answered and sat down next to you on one of those bar stools. He grabbed two shots and placed them in front of him. He took the first shot and raised it, waiting for you to grab yours. You raised your eyebrows and raised the first glass, clinked it with his before you drowned it. Noah did the same, squishing his eyes together. “What the hell is that?”

“It’s called Berry Whipped,” you answered and took the second shot. “It’s basically just whipped cream vodka with strawberry vodka and a splash of grenadine.”

“Ugh, I thought you were never into vodka?”

“Well, a lot of things can change in five years,” you sassed, waiting for him to take the second shot.

Noah laughed and shook his head.

“What?”

“Five years,” he mumbled and reached for his glass. “You don’t remember?” he asked as he saw your reaction, or better lack of reaction. “Wow.”

Before you could register what was going on, he had already drowned the second one and put the glass upside down on the bar in such a severe way. “Give me another one!” he shouted at the bartender. The bartender refilled his glass, which Noah drowned in a second.

“You know, if you wanted to ignore me, I could’ve just gone back to my friends,” you retorted and hopped of the stool.

“Okay, wait,” Noah said and grabbed your wrist again. “Why don’t we start from the beginning?”

“It’s quite hard to start from the beginning with all that happened in our lives, our past relationship,” you told him, pronouncing that everything that ever happened between you was now in your past.

Noah ignored your statement and let go of you before he held his hand in front of you saying, “Hi, my name’s is Noah and your lovely name is…?” he asked you charming.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, shaking it. “Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Come on, Noah. Are we really doing this right now?” you sighed and rolled your eyes at him.

“Yes. I mean, it was you who said that we should’ve met five years later!”

“And it was you who said to make ten years out of it!” you shoot back at him.

“So you do remember!”

“Yes, of course, I remember! How could I not? These were the last words I said to you before we broke off.”

“We broke off? I think you’re getting this wrong. You walked out that door without letting me explain it. You threw the towel! You ended our relationship, not me!” Noah justified, his voice was slowly raising.

“Yeah, because you weren’t fighting for our relationship anymore!”

“And who says that? I just fulfilled my dreams of becoming an actor and you weren’t supporting me like I hoped you would do,” he revealed. “I was busy and yeah, I wasn’t the guy you once dated back then but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you anymore. Why couldn’t we just talk about it?”

“Because you were always gone! Either you were filming, on press tours or spending time with your friends instead of me. I always tried to visit you in LA when I had the time to. I know that long distance relationships are difficult and hard to master, but I was willing to and I couldn’t get the feeling out of my head that you weren’t,” you confessed. Your voice was slowly getting quieter with every word you spoke and Noah realized that this wasn’t the right place to have this kind of conversation.

“Okay, before this is getting out of hand, and I don’t mean it in the wrong way, why don’t we head out of here? Talk about it at a quiet place? A bar might not be right place and a coffee shop as well!” he said before you would suggest a coffee shop like you always would.

“What do you say? My place or yours?”

“Depends on where you live right now… but honestly, I’d prefer my place, so I can kick you out when I want to,” you replied.

“Right,” Noah sighed and put some money on the counter. “Do we have to take a cap?”

“You can drive my car. I had to many beers and no I don’t want to say goodbye to Liz. She’s only going to stop me.”

“So she knows all about me?” Noah asked, raising his brows.

“Everything that she needs to know, yes.”

“Great.”

-

“So this is where you live now? Hermosa Beach?” Noah asked once you made it to your place. He parked your car at the garage that you shared with others living in your complex.

“Yeah. I’ve been looking for a place for quite a time and this was the first apartment that wasn’t too expensive and too far away from work.”

“Where did you live meanwhile? I mean after you graduated? Or did you move right back here?” he questioned.

“Is this twenty questions?”

“Come on, Y/N. We haven’t seen each other for years. I want to know what I missed,” he replied as you opened the door to your apartment.

“You want to know what you missed? Well it wasn’t much! And no I haven’t been in a serious relationship once we… or should I say I broke things off? But in case you are being serious right now… I moved to Phoenix once I graduated but it wasn’t the place where I wanted to settle and grow old, so I moved back here like eight months ago. What about you?” you asked, getting rid of your shoes before you sat on your big L-shaped couch with your legs crossed.

Noah sat down next to you and mimicked your actions. So there you sat, both criss-crossed on your couch, staring at each other.

“Do you want to drink anything? I think I’ve got half a bottle of red wine left,” you asked the big boy who was now grown into a man.

You had to be honest, he was still looking fine. Hell even better than before. Age just hit him in the right places. He got buffer, his arms and legs weren’t as tenuous as before. He gained some weight but not too much. He grew his facial hair out but it wasn’t too long. But the most important thing: he still made you nervous… in a good way.

“Sure,” he said, ripping you out of your thoughts.

You nodded and got back up, making your way to the kitchen to get two glasses of wine. On the way there, you didn’t miss Noah’s glances. He wouldn’t let you out of his sight like this would be the last time he’d get to see you.

“Thanks,” Noah smiled when you gave him a glass of red wine. As you sat back down, you raised your glass before you took a sip. “So, you didn’t answer my question.”

“Right,” Noah remembered and set the glass on your coffee table. “Well, I still live here in LA, but I moved to another neighborhood. People were finding out where I lived and sooner or later a lot of fans were waiting in front of the complex, some even made their way in. That’s when I decided to move and get a house instead of an apartment. It’s not the biggest house, like Eminem has,” he joked, “But it’s decent. There’s enough space for me and my family in case they’re staying over.”

“Sounds nice… well, you know, getting a house, not the fans following you around… you know what I mean,” you rolled your eyes at yourself.

Noah laughed and nodded. “It is.”

And that’s when the both of you fell into an awkward silence. You knew what was about to happen. You were finally talking about your relationship and the way things ended. You knew that the conversation before was just small talk, trying to forgo the serious subject.

“Sooo…,” Noah started while he played with the blanket that was folded neatly beside him. “Why did you ignore my texts? I wrote you tons of messages, Y/N.”

You sighed. “I read every single one of them, but I couldn’t answer. I just couldn’t. I knew that I’d just come back to you, but I didn’t want to have my heart broken a second time.”

“Heart broken? Are you serious? You walked out, you left me standing there without any explanation.”

“Yes, you broke my heart! I remember your words clearly. You said that our relationship changed in a bad way. There was nothing left to fight for. It was done, Noah,” you said cold. You promised yourself not to go through that pain again. “It was good while it lasted, but once it was just one sided, not so much.”

“It wasn’t one sided, Y/N,” Noah mumbled.

“Oh come on, Noah. Let’s be real for just a moment. You enjoyed your new life so much, that you forgot about me!”

“I’d never forget about you!” he defended himself, his voice slowly rising.

“Okay, let me put it in another way. I wasn’t your priority like I used to be. Hell, it felt like you put me last. And I didn’t want to be treated that way.”

Noah sighed, his head dropped so he was looking at his lap where he still played with his fingers. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked with his head hung low and a hint of regret in his voice.

You tried to tell him lots of times. You even had a fully planned conversation in your mind, but every time you wanted to say something, you couldn’t find the right words, like your vocal cords were made of stone. “I tried.”

You didn’t know how or why, but a single tear rolled down your cheek. “I tried so many times, but I just couldn’t find the right words to tell you that I didn’t feel loved anymore.”

“If you had just told me, Y/N! I would’ve told you how much I love you!”

“Yeah, but those three words would’ve been forced then and that’s not the same,” you mumbled as Noah slowly raised his head. His brown orbs stared into yours and immediately softened when he saw the tears filling your eyes.  

“Y/N,” he said, his features clouded with sadness. His hands reached forward, carefully grabbing your face before he wiped away the tears with his thumb. “Please don’t cry.”

You forced a smile just as another tear rolled down your face. Noah was about to say something until he snapped his mouth shut and stood up, walking away. He returned with a box of tissues that he found on your kitchen counter and gave them to you.

“Okay, I might have to try this another way. There’s only one reason why I asked you to sit with me at the bar and do you want to know why?” Noah asked as he sat back down next to you.

You grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped the tears away, trying not to smudge any more of your mascara. “Why?” you asked, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Because every time I saw a new photo of you that you posted online on Instagram, I still got this feeling. And today, when I saw you for the first time after we broke up, I knew that I was still smitten for you,” he confessed, studying your face.

To say that his statement left you unimpaired would be a total lie. Your jaw dropped, only just a little bit before your mouth set in a hard line, your eyes closing. “No. No, you can’t say that. Not right now.”

“Why not?” he asked with his brows knitting.

“Because you just can’t, Noah! All those years, all the time, I tried to get over you! I told myself so many times that no matter what, I’d stay away from you. But-“

“But what?”

“But now… hearing you say those words... it’s like I’m falling for you again.”

Noah didn’t need another word, he knew that he had to go all in, he had to risk everything! He grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours.

Your eyes were wide open with surprise, your hands were on his shoulders in a second, ready to push him away, but your heart was quicker than your mind and so you pulled him close. You were kissing him back, carefully. His lips were chapped and dry but it didn’t matter. Noah furrowed his brows, giving everything into the kiss that he could, even though it was just a simple kiss.

You pulled away, being unable to open your eyes for a few moments afterward. Noah had his hands still on your face, trying to figure out if that just really happened. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his breath hot on your face.

You finally opened your eyes and saw how close he was. “It’s okay,” you replied and slowly backed away. “It kind of missed this.”

“Really?!” he asked while his eyes lit up.

You just nodded your head, watching every body movement of his. His hands were shaking, just a little bit, but it was enough to show you that he was nervous as hell. He was scared to be left standing alone once again. He couldn’t go through it one more time.

“And… I want to do it again,” you said in hushed tones.

He shut his eyes and a corner of his mouth lifted, before he mumbled something to himself, which you didn’t quite catch. As he reopened his eyes, desire glowed in them.

It was you this time who initiated the kiss. Grabbing his shirt by the collar, you pulled him against you. Your bodies were so close, you could feel his heart pounding. One last smile of yours and Noah was smitten for you before you pressed your lips against his.

Noah didn’t waste time, his one hand found your face, while the other was wrapped around your waist, holding onto your back. His tongue traced over your lips, a small whimper leaving them. Your entire body froze for a moment, the feeling of kissing your loved one took over your whole body.

Noah stopped and pulled you away, whispering something against your lips, “Are you sure you…”

“Yes, I am,” you replied and changed your position. You swung your left leg over his lap and straddled him. His hands left your lower back and found its new place on your thighs.

“I have to ask you something before we rush things here,” he said in a hushed tone, his eyes scanning over your face.

“What it is?”

“I just can’t shake the feeling away that once the sun rises, you’ll ignore me again and this time it will be me who gets his heart broken,” he confessed while his grip on your thighs got tighter.

You sighed and dropped your hands that were on his shoulders. You stared into his eyes that were filled with insecurity. “Okay, why don’t we grab something for breakfast tomorrow? And no matter what happens, we’ll talk about it, alright? I’m sorry that I walked away the last time. I just… I had no energy left to fight for the relationship any longer. I was tired of it and I saw no other option than to walk away from you. I guess, I never realized that I hurt you as well. I’m sorry that I was so naïve, I just thought that you had better things to do.”

“Y/N, I gotta be honest with you. Yes, you hurt me, but I realized it once it was too late. It took me weeks after you left to realize that something was missing, that you were missing in my life. Of course, we were falling apart and yes, I was getting used to see you only a few times a year. But that doesn’t mean that it hurt me less. You can ask my mom or Tay. I was a wreck and seeing that you left my texts on read hurt even more. I knew that you had moved on, it was the only explanation why you didn’t answer me. It was weeks, even months after we broke things off. And when you unblocked me on social media, I saw your happy face. You were happy in New York and I followed your path until you graduated two years later and that’s when I knew that I had to move on as well. But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you anymore. I had loved you all the time, through all the years and …I still do.”

“Noah,” you whispered and grabbed his hands while you were still straddling his lap. “Maybe, if we had just talked about it, everything would’ve been okay. We both fucked up, that’s for sure, but what if this is our second chance?”

“Then I won’t fuck it up again,” he tattled and pulled you against his upper body with his hands in yours.

It was the prettiest smile Noah saw on your face, he could’ve stared at it the whole night. The goosebumps on his arms wouldn’t fade away. Your smile was contagious. His eyes drank you up the same way they always did, looking over your face with the aid of the moonlight from outside, glittering across your skin.

Noah’s warm lips kissed against your collarbones, against the crook of your neck and everywhere he could reach while his fingers touched over the arch of your back, tracing against your spine to bring your body as deep into his as he could. The warmth of your body against his had him purring deep into the curve of your jaw, but perhaps it was also the way your fingers raked through his curls.

“Kiss me or don’t, you know I always hated it you teased,” you snarled.

He granted the kiss you deserved, swallowing the heavy sigh you fed him. He slipped his tongue past your lips, wanting to taste you. Your nails dig further into his neck, surely leaving behind a mark or two along. Tugging at his hair as you fell apart, his mouth hovered over your face, watching your features contort with pleasure. He adored you extremely at that moment. His plump lips ghosted over yours once again, swallowing your moans and he groaned at the vibration.

Amusement tugged at his lips as his fingers played with the line of your pants, finding it endearing how casual this was for you two. If you couldn’t judge his eagerness by the way his fingers touched over the curve of your body, you could definitely tell by the pressure underneath you, the straining in his pants that pressed against you.

He leaned back against the rest, deep in your cool couch and looked up at you while your fingers fiddled with the buckle of his black leather belt. You were taking your sweet time, though, so when you finally did get it undone, Noah had grown impatient. He pushed you off his lap and pulled you with him while he mumbled one simple word, “Bedroom.”

You hurried down the hall, desperate to reach your bedroom. Noah was so hungry for you that he pulled at your intertwined hands and pulled you against his body. You gasped as you stumbled along, your feet moving backwards without you thinking about it because you were too busy touching to pay attention to where you stepped.

His soft lips grazed against yours. His feather light touch ignited the same hunger inside you that he was already desiring.

You felt Noah’s hand entangle in your hair, his fingers soothingly rubbing against your scalp as he deepened the kiss. A soft whimper echoes around the room as his tongue traced along your bottom lip. You immediately granted him access, letting out a moan of desire as our tongues dances together.

His skin grazed against your waist as his hands hungrily roamed. Noah was intent on fully worshiping your body. At that moment, the closeness between your two forms was the only thing that mattered to him. He craved your contact after all those years as if he was starving without you by his side; only your touch could reaffirm his existence.  

His grip tightened around your waist as he pulled you up to his protective hold. It was as if he feared you’d fade away before his eyes, run away like the last time.

You pulled away for a moment, opening the door to your bedroom while you peeled away his shirt as you ran your hand over his sculpted chest, your touch lingering against him. His hands gripped the bottom of your shirt as he slowly pulled it off, exposing your beauty.

His eyes stayed on your breasts, covered with a thin laced bralette before his gaze fixated on yours as he gently pushed you on your bed.

You blushed under the intensity of his gaze. Noah’s brown eyes could always make you feel completely loved.

He bent down on front of you to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. At that moment only the two of you mattered.

You shivered as his hands traveled down your arms, softly pushing you back until you were laying on your back. Noah hovered over you, taking his weigh of you with his hands on either side of your face.

You let out a soft moan as his mouth attached to your neck, enthusiastically sucking and nipping at your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him even closer to you. Noah groaned against your skin, pressing a final kiss on your collarbone before his lips trailed down your body.

Noah’s hands sneaked behind your back, unclipping your bra while his lips traveled further down your stomach, his warm breath heating your skin.

As he got rid of your bra, his lips found their way to your left nipple, sucking and licking on it while he paid the same attention to the right one with his hand.

“You’re still so beautiful,” he mumbled against your nipple before he took the right one in between his lips. His teeth grazed it carefully, earning a moan from your lips. Your hands tangled in his dark locks, pulling at it whenever you felt another sensation running through your spine.

Noah released your nipple with an audible pop and peers up at you with a lustful gaze. Tearing of his pants, you shot up and fumbled his with boxers in excitement and pulled out his hardened cock already dripping with precum. You pump his length and try to get down on your knees to blow him but he stopped you with a firm grip on your wrist. “It’s not about me tonight. I’m here to make you feel better,” he insisted.

You bit on your lower lip, leaning back on your elbows as his eyes darkened while he unbuttoned your jeans. He glanced down and chewed uncertainly at his bottom lip. With your eager nod, Noah ripped your panties down and dropped to his knees immediately, tugging your jeans and panties fully down as he did. He barely gave you time to breath before he’s urging your legs apart, his strong hands on your thighs and you throw your head back at the first touch of Noah’s mouth on your inner thigh. He kisses up the one thigh and down the other, avoiding the one place where you desperately needed him, the teasing and closeness making you aware of how wet you already were.

“Noah,” you moaned as you got back up on your elbows, watching his lustful eyes as they stared up at you. “Teasing! You’re teasing again!”  

Before you could say something else, Noah pushed you back and licked your folds, flattening his tongue and repeating the action as you finally cry out, covering your mouth with your palm in attempt to hold back your noises. Noah didn’t waste any time and ran his tongue over your core again and again as you shake above him, gripping his hair a little too tight but he didn’t seem to mind. When his tongue dipped into your entrance you whine loudly, your hips jerking against his face, pushing his tongue as deep as he can within you before retreating to lick at your clit with just enough pressure to drive you mad.

“Oh fuck, Noah! Your mouth!” you cry out loud as your hands gripped the white sheets underneath you.

At the first press of Noah’s fingers against your core you arched your back, your hips pressing against his fingers. His lips left your nub, traveling up your body until they were back on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, but the sensation was too much that you could care about it.

“’m so close,” you moaned as his pace quickened, his fingers pushing in and out of you in a rush until they stopped.

“No!” you whined. “Why’d you stop?”

“I want you to come around me, dove,” Noah says, eyes flashing dangerously when he stared at you. Your hands tensed in his hair again while you wrapped your legs around his waist, your wet center pressing against his bulge in his boxers. Noah cursed against your lips as they were still ghosting over your plump and swollen ones, while he struggled to get his boxers off.

You pulled yourself further up your bed until your head was resting on your pillow, giving Noah his time to pull his strong legs out of his boxers. “Do we need a condom?”

You shook your head, “I’m good to go, I’m on my pill.”

Noah smirked as he climbed up the bed to tower over you and held his erection loosely in his hand. His other hand was tight on your hip as his lips brushed your ear. “Are you ready?”

“For you always.”

Your hands were shaking as Noah pushed into you slowly, kissing along your neck as he bottomed out and you moaned loudly at the feeling. Noah didn’t move at first, waiting for you to get adjusted to the feeling of being this close. He gathered your hair and let it fall over one shoulder while he continued to trail his lips along your neck.

“Please,” you begged. “Move.”

Noah’s pace was slow but powerful. His thrusts took away your breath and made your head spin until you managed to hiss harder. Noah accepted your plea and quickened his pace, thrusting harder into you. Pulling almost completely out, Noah thrust back into you hard. He quickly set a brutal pace, the sounds coming from where your bodies met was loud and pornographic.

“Good?” he asked, changing his position from his elbows up so he was holding his weigh on his hands. You gripped at the sheets as Noah pounded into you. Every bump adding uncountable amount of pleasure.

“So, ah, good,” you moaned and threw your head backwards at the feeling of his whole cock deep in your cunt.  Noah took advantage of it to scrape his teeth against your collarbones once more. You desperately tried to keep your voice low.

You pulled your knees up, wrapping your calves around his thighs. “Fuck,” Noah groaned at the new angle you were giving him access to. “You feel so good around me, fuck!”

He pulled you closer, changing the position because it was too much for him and he knew that he wouldn’t last long if he would fuck you like this any longer. Noah was now sitting on his knees, your thighs straddling his and you sat in his lap, cock tip against your wet folds. You bit your lips, rears spilling from your eyes in pure despair.

Noah felt you pulsate around him as you rode his cock. He couldn’t see your eyes because they had rolled back into your head. You felt like you could explode from all the pleasure.

You held onto his shoulder as he was helping you ride his dick with his hands on your bum, always hitting your g-spot.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” you nearly sob, picking up the perfect pace to make you cum in a few seconds. Already on edge from earlier, sparks were setting in your fingertips. Your body shook as you felt the precipice on the horizon, begging you to fall.

Noah picked up the pace, his one hand bending in between your bodies until he found your clit, rubbing hard against it.

“Shit, Noah!” you cried out as your head fell on his shoulder, biting softly into it as you felt your orgasm coming closer. You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Like the sting in the balls of your feet after a messy jump, your orgasm ripped through your body.

Noah moaned loud for you as your walls were milking him. He fucked you through your orgasm, pushing you higher and higher with every thrust of his hips.

You pushed his hand away as the feeling was too much for you, your legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Carefully pushing you back down on your back, Noah needed a few more thrusts and clamps of your walls until his face was buried in your neck, a soft and quiet moan leaving his lips. His thrusts got sloppier and messier as he was reaching his high. His white and hot seed filling you to the rim.

As he allowed the last few waves of his orgasm to ride out, you brought your hands up to trace along his jaw. Your eyes were locked as you spread your legs, coming down from your high. Noah stared at you, trying to read your face while he was still deep in you, cum dripping down your thighs.

He was so glad that this happened now that you were in his grasp, you would never escape. Noah caressed your body until he pulled out and crawled to the edge of your bed. Pushing himself up, he walked to your dresser and turned his head, looking at you with a questioning face, “Towel?”

“Lower shelf,” you breathed out, still trying to catch your breath.

You watched him as he grabbed a towel and cleaned you up afterwards. Throwing the towel to the rest of your clothes, he pulled at your sheets and motioned for you to lie underneath. Noah laid down next to you and pulled you closer against him. You laid your head down on his chest and listened to his heartbeat for a while. It took him a few minutes until his heartbeat was steady, the round of sex left him in a complete mess.

“I really missed you,” Noah broke the silence.

You huffed, turning in his hold on you so you were on your side looking at him. “Noah, I’m sorry, I…”

“Please don’t say that you regret it.”

“No, I don’t. I’m sorry that I walked away. I shouldn’t have done it and now I realized that I was so stupid and… why don’t you leave a toothbrush here at my place?”

Noah chuckled, he really thought that you were going to throw him out, maybe even yell at him again, but he couldn’t go through that once more.