#concreteangelasks

You’d gone to see Noah before he went out on stage. Big mistake.

Just the sight of him in his outfit, mask ready in hand, that one glove. Everything about him was a turn on for you in that moment and he knew it.

You didn’t miss the sly smirk on his face as he looked you up and down when he’s caught you staring again.

“You ok?”

You nodded but you knew he didn’t believe you, he knew your body better than you did sometimes.

Noah pulled his mask over his face and pulled you into a firm but quick kiss.

“Enjoy the show baby, I’ll be counting down the hours until I get you alone in that hotel room tonight”

And with that, he walked to side of the stage with a cheeky glint in his eyes as he prepared to go on. And you were left standing to watch side stage.

You swear that Noah made sure he was ‘extra feral’ during this performance, his growls were deeper, he’s moves were more calculated, he stalked the stage like a predator looking for his pray and making sure to catch your eye while doing it. All of which left you practically drooling while clenching your thighs together.

After the show, he didn’t hang around at the venue and got you both back to the hotel as quickly as he could.

And now Noah was carrying you across the room, dropping you onto the mattress like you weighed nothing. He stood at the edge, his eyes devoured you, your flushed cheeks, parted lips, the need in your eyes that had been building all fucking night.

He stripped off his tank top in one motion, the black fabric hitting the floor with a soft thud.

Your mouth went dry.

His tattoos moved with every breath. His arms. His back. His abs. His fucking veins, even seeing his chain swinging, it was too much. You moaned just looking at him while your legs instinctively squeezed together.

Noah’s hand gripped onto your thigh and gently pushed your dress back so it fell against your hips.

“Ah, ah, ah, angel. Keep those open, show me how wet you got just from watching me perform tonight”

You obeyed, instantly spreading your thighs, showing him your soaked underwear which his gaze ate up.

He groaned. “Fuck. Is that all for me?”

One hand trailed down your body before he dragged your panties down and tossed them aside and then he knelt between your legs.

And stared.

“Look at this pussy” he whispered, more to himself than to you, his eyes never faltering. “So wet for me, its like your were made just for me”

You whined at his words, thighs twitching in anticipation.

He didn’t even touch, just breathed against you, watching the way you pulsed and clenched for him.

Then he licked a slow stripe from base to clit, groaning low in his throat like you were his favourite fucking meal and he had been rationed.

“Oh god…Noah…”

“Say it” he growled. “Say who this pussy belongs to”

“You…It’s yours, all yours…”

“That’s right” He kissed your inner thigh, then the other. “Every inch of you. You’re all mine baby, mine to ruin as I please”

He moved up your body, slipping your dress off as he went, he kissed your neck, your chest, sucked a mark right beneath your collarbone, before finally pulling his trousers down just enough, freeing his cock.

Your breath caught again.

He was hard and heavy and already dripping for you.

He lined himself up and pressed just the tip against your soaked entrance, he didn’t push in, not yet.

“You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?”

“Yes….please…”

“I can feel it. Your body’s just begging to be bred”

Your whole body jolted at the word. He smiled darkly as he stroked your hair off your face.

“You want me to fill you up angel? Stuff this pretty pussy and make you mine in every way?”

You were beyond words now, just moans, nods and desperate whines as you tried to lift your hips to meet his in need.

And then he thrust in all at once.

You cried out, clenching around him instantly as he bottomed out, his cock pressing deep inside. He hissed against your neck, one hand gripping your hip, the other sliding under your thigh to angle you exactly how he wanted.

“So fucking tight!” he groaned low in his chest.

And then he started to move, deep, punishing thrusts that rocked the bed. Every slap of skin echoed through the room, every moan swallowed by his mouth as he kissed you hard.

“You’re gonna come for me and then I’m gonna fill you up, I want you to feel me dripping out of you for days”

You were so close after being wound up for so long, you felt the sinful twisting in your stomach, your whole body was clenching and every nerve felt alive under his words.

“You ready to be mine?” his hips started to jerk out of his usual rhythm, signaling he was about to finish as well. “Always my good fucking girl”

“Yes, yes, I’m yours…I’m….”

Your words got caught in your throat as you felt yourself come undone and you were falling apart beneath him, body shaking as he held you through it. And only then, did he let himself go, groaning as he emptied himself inside you, holding so deep you could feel every pulse and twitch of him.

Noah collapsed into you, breathing hard, lips brushing your shoulder as he rode out his own high. He then kissed your cheek so lovingly as he pushed himself back up onto his forearms.

“You’re mine, always.”

You leant up and kissed him lazily as you both relaxed into each other’s hold, he made no effort to pull out and stayed exactly as he was.

The crowd roared as Noah and the boys owned the stage for their sold out headline show in LA.

It was one of their biggest to date, the new album was top of rock charts and they were at the top of their game and loving every second of it.

But the main reason Noah was loving this show so much was because his 4 year old son Ryan was watching with you from the side of stage with his little blue ear defenders on.

Noah occasionally would glance over and a smile would break through his on stage persona as he caught sight of Ryan doing the devil horns and bouncing around to the music.

It came to a break in between songs and Noah was chatting to the audience.

“How are we all doing out there tonight?!”

The crowd screamed in response but before Noah could continue, the crowd suddenly went “awww”.

You had lost your grip on Ryan’s hand and didn’t catch him in time before he’d started to walk onto the stage where everyone could see him.

Noah turned around when he saw people pointing and let out a chuckle as he saw his son beaming at him and waving.

“Looks like we have a guest on stage tonight. Do you want to say hello?”

Noah knelt down and gestured his arms out and Ryan smiled and ran over in his little doc martens that matched his dads and his very own bad omens T-shirt that they’d had made for him.

Ryan giggled as Noah picked him up and adjusted him on his hip so he could still hold his microphone.

“Everyone this is my son Ryan, Ryan you going to say hello to everyone?”

Ryan smiled and pressed his lips extremely close to the mic so his voice came out slightly muffled.

“Hi!!”

The crowd said hello back and cheered for him as he waved with a big grin before he lent forward again, although Noah made the point of holding the mic back this time.

“I’m going to be a rockstar like my daddy one day RAWR!!”

You laughed out loud with the crowd as you watched your son trying to imitate his dad’s gutturals and you saw Noah beaming with pride and amusement.

“Looks like I have some competition on my hands”

You saw Noah gesture for you to come and grab your son so he could continue the show.

“Well how about you let your old man show you how it’s done tonight yeah?”

Ryan nodded and grinned as he hugged his dad before you shyly walked out and took him into your arms.

Noah not being someone for public displays, simply squeezed your arm gently and gave you a loving smile before you walked off, Ryan waving at the crowd as you went but not before you heard Noah say quietly…

The floorboards creaked under your boots as you entered the abandoned house.

You pushed the front door open wider, needing to use some force as the wood has expanded over time, it groaned louder as you stepped forward and let the sunlight in, catching all the dust particles disturbing the airing. You’d heard of this house, had studied it intensely but had never seen it or ventured in until now.

The place had been abandoned many decades ago, the family who once occupied it all deceased and the house had been left to rot.

You stepped into the hallway, smelling the stale air that welcomed you through the threshold, your face scrunching up slightly as you adjusted.

You turned right into what used to be the living room, thick layers of dust covered every surface, the sofas looked moth bitten, cobwebs were everywhere and the wallpaper was peeling off the walls. You looked over to the fireplace and saw photo frames on the mantle, almost like a glimpse of what had been frozen in time.

You set your bags down and walked over, picking up one of the frames, you blew the dust off and wiped away some of the grime on the glass to show you a family all smiling back at you.

The Davis family were the last owners of the property, in this photo they looked happy, healthy and full of life. It was a stark contrast to the photos that were tucked away in your bag that you’d printed off from the internet.

Nearly the whole family had been found murdered in this house.

Margaret and Richard Davis and their younger son Sam, all found dead in their beds upstairs. The biggest mystery of all was Noah.

Your eyes looked over the older son in the photo, he was smiling at the camera and had his arm around his brother. He looked like a normal young man who loved his family. Not a cold blooded killer who’d slaughtered them all and disappeared off the face of the earth.

The Davis family massacre.

That’s what it had been dubbed. It was a famous cold case from the 80’s. Although the family had been found in the house, Noah had never been found to this day and everyone believed he killed his family and ran. Old reports from the locals claiming he was ‘an odd boy’ and ‘there was something very strange about that lad’.

You were a writer doing a true crime book about this very case, hence why you had packed a bag and drove 3 hours to come and see the property for yourself. From all the research you’d done, you knew that no one ever set foot inside this house, too many superstitious people claiming the place was haunted and everyone stayed away, for the most part, this whole case had long been forgotten throughout the years.

You took a breath and looked back at Noah in the picture, noticing how dark his eyes were, he had a very intense stare, but was it the stare of killer? Well you intended to try and find out once and for all.

All of your friends and family would have called you mad for coming here, planning to explore a house that a whole family was stabbed to death in but you wanted your book to be a success and you didn’t do anything by halves. Although you would definitely be staying in the hotel near by instead of the house itself, that would be a step too far, even for you.

You placed the photo back down and looked over the rest. Typical family photos, holidays and dogs that you guessed were their pets at one time. Looking around the rest of the room, you could tell this would have been a beautiful home back in its day.

You decided you’d have a quick look around the house and then you’d find somewhere to set yourself up to go over all the old case files, news reports and photos so you could make a start for the afternoon.

You wandered back out into the hallway and headed towards the kitchen, it was the same level of decay as everywhere else, the most chilling sight was seeing the old cutlery and dishes left in the sink, a job that never got finished.

You saw a back door which had cracks in the glass and vines had started to grow through, a sign that nature always took itself back eventually.

You briefly glanced at another door which you assumed would go down into the basement, somewhere you didn’t feel like going into yet, not until you’d seen upstairs.

As you turned to head back out you suddenly hear a very quiet…

‘Tap…Tap…Tap’

You felt your breath catch slightly before you reminded yourself that this was an old house and you were bound to hear all sorts of noises during your visit, with that in mind you brushed it off and continued back out and towards the staircase.

What made you stop dead in your tracks this time was a sight out of the corner of your eyes.

As you’d gone past the door to the living room, for a split second you could have swore you saw a tall figure standing where you had been minutes ago but when you turned to look, the room was empty.

“For god sake girl, get a grip of yourself! You knew what you were signing up for by coming here”

You took a deep breath and shook off the feeling you had of being watched, because you knew that was completely ridiculous and that this house had been empty for over 40 years.

You headed to the stairs, taking each step carefully incase of any wood rot as you heard it groaning under your weight as you headed to the top.

Light was spilling through the windows allowing you to see the landing, a few ornaments on shelves and dead flowers in pots decorated the space.

You opened your bag and found a folder that had the floor plan of the house inside, a quick glance told you that you were standing next to the old bathroom and down the hall were three bedrooms. You glanced at the door at the very end, knowing that was the parent’s room. You tucked the file under your arm and made your way over.

As you got closer you noticed the old police tape that was hanging on the doorframe, an eerie reminder of what lay inside.

You used your sleeve to cover your hand and reached the doorknob to let yourself in. The sight that greeted was anything but pleasant.

This room had belonged to Margaret and Richard, their belongings were still here, left untouched as if they had just gone out. Clothes were still in the closet, old make up and jewellery were on the vanity, a pair of slippers laid next to the double bed. But it was the bed that caught your attention first.

Old, dried blood still stained the sheets, the air smelt awful in this room, like it had been locked away in here to fester.

You brought your hand up to your nose to help mask the smell as you stepped further in, it was a haunting sight and you wondered what had truly happened in here.

Reaching for the file under your arm, you opened it up and found the crime scene photos you’d taken from online and flipped through until you found the photo you were looking for.

The crime scene photo showed the bodies of Margaret and Richard dead in their bed, both had multiple stab wounds and Margaret had a huge slash across the back of her neck. Richard was on his right side facing his wife and Margaret was lying on her front. Their skin had already started to change colour and their mouths were both partially open as if they had tried to scream for help in their last moments.

It was gruesome sight, not a scene for the faint of heart.

You let the photo hang down at your side as you looked around the room, of course all reports will say this room had been processed at the time but you always felt like there was more to be found…somewhere.

You backed out of the room and turned to the next door, this had been the younger brothers room, you decided not to look at his photos just yet.

You opened the door and a similar smell invaded your senses as you stepped inside. The room, much like his parents was near enough untouched since the crime had been committed.

Sam had been 15 at the time, you could see old comics on the bedside table, clothes left on a desk chair, school books still stacked and of course the blood. The sheets were stained a dark crimson/brown colour, indicating Sam had also been murdered in his sleep, completely defenceless.

You walked back and shut the door again, as if that could erase the horror that had happened here. You took a long, deep breath before you turned to the last door, the one you were most curious to see.

Noah’s bedroom.

Your fingers hovered over the doorknob for a few seconds before you grasped it firmly and turned it to let the door swing open.

The sight inside wasn’t what you’d been expecting.

Just like the rest of the house, the room looked like it had been frozen in time, like Noah would be coming back in any minute now….minus the cobwebs and the dust everywhere.

His bedroom was covered in band posters of the day. Bands like Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Aerosmith, KISS, Motörhead and Metallica were everywhere, all faded and ripped in places but still showing his taste in music.

He had a huge vinyl and cassette collection on a book shelf, an old record player was on his desk next to his bed, books and notebooks left scattered around. You noticed a guitar leaning up against the wall in the corner, a black leather jacket was hung up on his chair and boots left by the bed which was certainly looking a little worse for wear now.

You walked further into the room and went over to the desk, seeing pieces of jewellery left exactly where he’d put them after taking them off, there was a lighter, pens, old coins dotted around and sketch books with his drawings in.

It was a typical young rockers room from the 80’s.

You saw one of his notebooks that had a pen left in its pages, you flipped it over and saw what appeared to be lyrics scribbled across the paper, that and the guitar suggested to you that he had a real love for music and probably wanted to be in a band himself, you couldn’t help but smile at that thought, so far, he seemed like a normal guy.

The next item that caught your eye was some old photo frames on the shelf, taking a closer look you could see it was a young Noah with very long hair hanging out with his friends looking so care free and happy.

“What happened to you Noah?”

The sudden click of a button made you freeze where you stood. It was a faint, but unmistakable, sound of plastic snapping down into place. Your eyes flicked around the room until they landed back on the desk.

Sitting there, half buried under some papers, was a portable cassette player. The lid was already shut, the play button pressed down as if someone had only just done it.

Your heart thudded within your chest. Slowly, you reached for it, brushing away the grime with your sleeve. The machine was heavier than you expected, the plastic yellowed slightly with age. You thumbed the stop button, then pressed play again. Nothing.

“Of course” You popped the battery cover and weren’t surprised to find two long dead AA batteries, their ends corroded white and flaking off into the device.

You almost set it back down but then your gaze caught the cassette window. The sticker on the tape was still legible, the bold black letters spelling out ‘Metallica – Master of Puppets’.

You reached into your bag and curled your fingers around your torch, old school you know but you never know if your phone would be charged or working. You unscrewed the bottom of it, shaking the batteries into your palm. With a faint prayer, you slid them into the Walkman and snapped the cover shut. For a moment, nothing. Then the wheels inside began to stutter, turning sluggishly and a hiss of static filled the silence.

And then, bleeding through the tiny round foam headphones, came a warped, broken guitar line.

Welcome Home (Sanitarium).

The sound was distorted, slowed in places where the tape was old but it was there, filling Noah’s room again after forty years.

“This is what you last listened to”

The Walkman struggled to play, you tried to get your ear closer to the old headphones but the music suddenly cut out altogether.

*BANG*

You jumped and turned around at the bedroom door slamming shut behind you, the cassette player fell out of your hands and smashed into the floor, splitting the device in two and the tape came flying out.

“Shit!”

Brushing the door off as something logical as the wind, you bent down and picked up the broken player and put it back on the desk. Looking at the tape, you glanced over his shelves until you found its original case, the familiar album cover staring back you. You put the tape back into its original home and slipped it back into the shelf.

Deciding that you’d seen enough in here, you turned around and headed back downstairs.

You’d set up your laptop, notes and the case files up on the old dining room table, ready to go over it all again and continue some of your writing, what better place to be inspired then the actual house right?

You picked up the files and read the case summary.

CASE SUMMARY – DAVIS FAMILY HOMICIDES

Date of Incident: 29 July 1982

Location: Davis Residence, Oakhaven, Virginia

On the above date, local authorities responded to a report of disturbance at the Davis family residence. Upon entry, officers discovered three deceased individuals in the upstairs bedrooms, identified as Margaret Davis (female, late 40s), Richard Davis (male, late 40s), and Samuel Davis (male, 15). All deaths were violent in nature, consistent with homicide by stabbing.

The only family member unaccounted for was Noah Davis (male, mid-20s), described by neighbors as withdrawn and deeply involved in heavy metal music and other “unusual” interests. Due to his unexplained disappearance and the absence of other suspects, Noah Davis was designated the primary subject of interest in the investigation.

Despite extensive search efforts, Davis has never been located. No physical evidence has been recovered linking him directly to the crime. The case remains open and unsolved.

You’d read online that people believed Noah was some kind of devil worshiper or in an occultist but you’d never seen any concrete evidence to support those claims, but back then people were very wary of younger people who listened to heavy metal.

You thought back to his room upstairs, about the song you’d just about heard before you dropped the Walkman, you couldn’t help but reach for your phone. You opened it up and found your music library, after a few seconds the sound of ‘Welcome Home (Sanatarium)’ was playing clear as day from your phone’s speakers.

You set it down and listened to the music, singing along quietly as it was a song you were familiar with, in a strange way, you felt more connected to Noah.

“Wonder what he would think of it playing through a phone?”

You smiled to yourself as it dawned on you how different your worlds were and how he probably wouldn’t be able to believe the technology available these days, or the fact that heavy metal was more normalised in society now.

The haunting melody continued until the end, you’d spent so long listening to it that your laptop had gone into sleep mode and the screen was black.

Had you looked up, you would have noticed a shadowy black figure of a tall, broad man standing not far behind you.

But you didn’t.

When the song ended, without looking, you put your fingers back into the mouse button and your laptop flickered to life once more.

‘Tap….Tap….Tap….’

You turned around in your chair as you heard the tapping again.

“What is that?”

You stood up, straining your ears so you could try and find the source of sound but nothing came, the house was silent again.

“Must be something outside…”

You sat back down and started to write more of your novel out in your document.

Before you knew it, a couple of hours had passed very quickly, you leant back and stretched out your muscles as you yawned.

The sky was getting darker now, signalling that night was drawing in and it was time to head back to your hotel.

You packed up your stuff, thinking about what you’d grab for dinner on the way back when something suddenly felt very off in the room, like you weren’t quite alone anymore.

The hairs on your arms stood up as you glanced around, finding no one, but that didn’t settle your nerves down.

You then felt the sensation of a hand, almost a feather touch, on your right shoulder near your neck as if you get your attention.

“What the…”

You spun round to see no one, just the old empty room surrounding you.

You quickly grabbed your bag and headed out of the house, convinced that you’ve spent too much time in there for today.

A couple of hours later, after you’d eaten and had a shower, you were tucked up in bed at the hotel and were drifting off to sleep, but it was anything but restful.

You were standing in the upstairs hallway of the Davis house and you could see the light was on in the parent’s bedroom.

You moved forward, the feeling was heavier than usual, the walls seem to warp around you as you headed for the door.

The whole time, all you could hear was…

“Tap…tap…tap”

Like it was stuck on a loop and was echoing quietly in your ears.

You opened the door and was surprised to see Noah standing there, he briefly glanced in your direction but then looked down, he appeared how he would have looked at the time of his disappearance.

He didn’t say a word, he simply knelt down to the hardwood floor next to his parent’s bed and placed his hand flat down, like he was trying to find something.

“Hello?”

Noah looked up at you at your words and looked confused, you wasn’t sure if he could even see you.

Throughout this entire time, the slow tapping continued and became louder and louder until you felt the need to cover your ears.

Noah stood tall and stared at you until he started walking quickly in your direction. You felt a flash of fear as you tried to step back but you were stuck in place.

You tried to scream as Noah walked quickly at you, you shut your eyes but when you opened them, you were no longer upstairs, you were in the kitchen and Noah was walking in front of you, heading towards the basement door before he disappeared completely.

‘Tap….tap….tap’

You awoke with a start, your breathing laboured as you reached for the lamp on your bedside, flooding the room with light, the tapping sound still ringing through your mind as you tried to come back to reality.

The sound of a loud thunder clap woke you from your sleep with a jump as you watched the room light up momentarily.

Your heart immediately fell into your stomach as you realised a storm was overhead. Your body started to tremble as you glanced at your boyfriend still sleeping soundly.

The rain pelted against the window as you snuggled up close to his body, trying not to wake him even though you were terrified. All that changed when another loud rumble flooded your bedroom and you let out an involuntary yelp as you ducked your head into his back.

“Babe?…”

Noah turned sleepily around to face you, not yet fully awake to what was happening.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice was rough and deeper than normal as he blinked down at you.

You went to speak when another flash lit up the room and the sound echoed. Noah immediately pulled you into his arms as he realised you had cuddled into him because you were frightened.

“Shhh, it’s ok baby, you’re safe, I’m here”

You snuggled up more into Noah’s warm embrace as you shut your eyes and tried to ignore what was happening outside your flat.

“I’m sorry I woke you up…”

Noah shook his head and kissed your temple as he held you closer.

“Don’t be silly, you should always wake me up, I’m your thunder buddy remember? And I’m the best at doing the ‘Ted Talk’”

You giggled despite your nerves as you felt his fingers gliding gently through your hair.

“Come on baby, say it with me…”

You jumped once again when the thunder rolled, then you took a breath to join in with Noah.

“Fuck you thunder, you can suck my dick!”

You laughed with him as you both recited the film quote.

“I always feel silly doing that…”

You looked up at Noah with a slight blush and he held you closer.

“You never need to feel silly with me baby, now let’s block out this storm for you…”

Noah sat up and reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out your eye mask and noise cancelling headphones with a small smile.

“I’ll hold you the entire time. Until you fall asleep again ok?”

You smiled sweetly and nodded, feeling a warm rush of emotion wash over you at how protective and gentle he was in these moments.

Noah gave you a smile as he pulled the mask over your eyes and rested the headphones over your ears, completely blocking out the storm raging outside.

You felt Noah lean forward as he pressed a kiss onto your lips, then he guided you back down into the mattress and made sure you were comfortable in his arms.

You sighed in relief as you walked through the front door and shut it behind you.

It had been a long day at work and you were ready to unwind. You set your keys down and hung up your coat and bag and that’s when the sound of giggling hit your ears.

You crept quietly to the living room, following the sounds of your daughter’s laughter, the sight that greeted you instantly melted your heart.

Your daughter and your boyfriend Noah were both sitting down crossed legged on the carpet with a child’s round table in between them with a tea set laid out on full display.

Noah had a sparkly tiara resting crookedly on his dark hair and had a tiny pink tea cup and saucer in his large hands, the sight was extremely comical, whereas your daughter was beaming as she poured ‘tea’ into his cup.

They had laid out plates with biscuits and all of her teddy bears, unicorns and Barbie dolls were present for the party, with one unicorn resting in Noah’s lap.

“More tea Noah?”

Noah held his cup out and spoke with a soft, posh voice. “One would be delighted”

The warm feeling in your chest never stopped as you watched them interact with each other, you quietly pulled your phone from your back pocket and captured the moment so you could remember it forever.

The sound of the camera going off gave away your presence as they both turned to look at you.

“Oh hey babe”

You smiled as you walked further in.

“Is this a private tea party or can anyone join?”

Noah looked at your daughter and smiled. “Well this is actually a very exclusive tea circle, only the most important and special people get invited so what do you think little miss? Do we have room for one more?”

Your daughter pretended to think as she stood next to Noah.

“I don’t know mommy, we might not have enough biscuits left”

You knelt down so you were at your daughter’s level.

“I have those really nice cupcakes in the cupboard that you both like”

Both Noah and your daughter beamed and nodded in agreement.

“Then you are more than welcome into the tea circle”

• Noah lives for the way you react to how big he is, not just his cock, but his hands, his height, the way he completely dwarfs you when you’re beneath him. It’s such a power play for him

• He’d find it amusing to watch you try and reach things on high shelves and would take great pleasure in coming up to stand right up against you and grab the item with ease.

• He loves teasing you about your height next to him.

• “You alright little one?”

* He’d love holding your hand and seeing how small it is in his or grabbing both your wrists gently and letting his fingers curl all the way around, or slipping his hand between your thighs and watching the way you twitch from just one thick finger.

• “You really think you can take all of me baby?”

• He’ll say it with a grin, even if you’ve taken him dozens of times before. Because no matter how often it happens, the stretch always leaves you breathless, and he loves that, lives for it.

• He gets off on the way you clench when he slides in, how your breath catches, your legs tremble, how your fingers dig into his shoulders with how big he is.

• Loves to see how small you look beneath him, how he can cover you completely and caged you in.

“You want my fingers?” he murmurs, that lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he rests his hand over your thigh as you straddle his lap and you nod eagerly.

“Here you go. Use them”

You stare at him in disbelief. “Wh…what?”

His hand stays still, fingers relaxed over your heated skin. “You heard me. You want to cum so badly baby? Then make it happen. While I watch”

The heat between your thighs flares instantly, but your face burns as you shift in his lap, hesitating, but his smug little smirk and that cocky raise of his eyebrow as a silent challenge does something dangerous to your brain and you forget about your embarrassment.

You straddle his hand, reach down with trembling fingers and wrap his middle and ring finger together just right, adjusting yourself as you slid down onto them, his fingers still relaxed.

“Oh fuck”

His eyes are locked onto your face, dark and blown wide as you grind slowly, using his hand to get yourself off and he doesn’t lift a damn muscle to help.

“That’s it” he whispers, watching your thighs tremble. “Such a good girl when you’re this needy. You’ll do anything for it, won’t you?”

You nod, barely able to speak.

“Look at you. Fucking yourself on my hand like a needy little slut. You gonna come just like that baby?” he murmurs, watching the way your hips roll, the slick mess starting to soak his fingers. “Just from using my hand?”

You whimper, you’re already shaking, the feeling of his thick fingers against your walls was making your head spin and he wasn’t even moving. Just sitting back, lips parted, his gaze fixed on the place where your cunt is grinding down on him.

“Pathetic. So fucking desperate you’ll use me like a toy”

And when he curls his fingers, just slightly, your whole body jolts with a loud cry.

“Thought you liked it when I did the work?” he taunts you with the degradation that he knows you love, tilting his hand just enough to drag his palm against your clit as you rock. “But maybe you like this better. Getting off while I sit here, watching you fall apart?”

You whimper his name, legs twitching as your rhythm stutters.

“No!”

Noah growls as he grips your thigh with his free hand. “You don’t get to stop now angel. You ride it out, you wanted this remember?”

You sob and whine as you started grinding harder, your legs trembling, breath coming in short, broken gasps as you work yourself on his hand. You could feel the burn in your thighs and hear the slick sound of your arousal coating his fingers, saw the cruel curl of his mouth as he watches you come undone, it’s all too much.

“That’s it….you’re close, I can feel it”

You moaned again, biting your lip, hips stuttering as the pressure coils tighter and tighter inside of you. He shifts his fingers just a fraction, enough to hit that spot, and your entire body locks up.

“Oh fuck…” you gasp and he finally moves, just once, curling them deep.

“That’s it….cum on my fingers like a good girl”

The orgasm crashes through you hard, white, hot and overwhelming, your cry muffled as you bury your face in his shoulder as your whole body trembles as waves of pleasure roll over you, and he holds you through it, his hand never leaving you, fingers still resting deep inside, coaxing every last spasm from your body.

“Good girl” he whispers, lips brushing your temple. “That’s my girl”

You sag against him, limp and wrecked, and he finally wraps his arms around you properly, pulling you into his lap.

The party was in full swing. You were an old friend of Matt’s and had been invited by him.

You had decided to bring your date with you. You’d only been on a couple dates so far and if you were honest you were very bored with him but he had a couple friends who were coming to the party so you decided to break it off after tonight so it wasn’t awkward if you ran into him.

You stood chatting with Matt, your date was chatting to his friends and had hardly paid you any attention all evening which had annoyed you, although you didn’t feel the connection, some common courtesy wouldn’t go amiss.

You were chatting and sipping on your drink when you caught eyes with the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen, you watched as he was walking over in your direction, his intense gaze not once faltering from yours.

Matt nodded to him “hey Noah”

Noah nodded his head and said hello back and then gave you a small smile.

“Noah this is y/n, y/n Noah”

You smiled up at him and offered out your hand which he took in his own, the size difference between you was hard for you to ignore as you felt the warmth of his skin against yours as his hand basically engulfed yours.

“Nice to meet you”

“Pleasures all mine”

You spent the next hour chatting with Noah on one of the couches and found out you actually had a lot in common such as your music interests and the games you both played. The conversation flowed so naturally and beautifully that you never wanted it to end, you both sat close together and Noah’s arm was draped casually over the back of the sofa behind your head, keeping his body turned to you. The connection you felt was like nothing you’d felt before that you’d almost forgotten you’d come here with someone else.

“Sorry I’m probably keeping you from your boyfriend”

You look up at him confused until he elaborates.

“The guy I saw you come here with tonight?”

“Oh…he’s not my boyfriend…not exactly”

Noah lets out a small laugh.

“Not exactly?”

“I’ve been dating him for a couple weeks but…it’s not really…going anywhere”

Noah looked more intrigued at your answer.

“Not feeling it?”

You glance around the party and saw your ‘date’ still laughing and chatting with his friends, not caring in the slightest that you’ve ‘disappeared’ from him.

“No…he’s…if I was to be honest, he’s so boring and I don’t plan to continue seeing him really….only reason we came together tonight is because we have mutual friends and I didn’t want it to be weird if we saw each other after I’d called it off”

Noah nodded at your words and his expression started to change and his tone had a very flirty undertone.

“So what I’m hearing here is, you’re single?”

You couldn’t stop the smile tugging on your lips as you looked up at him.

“More or less”

“That definitely makes things more interesting then….”

You glanced down when you felt his fingers gently brushing the bare skin of your thigh that your skirt didn’t reach, tracing lazy patterns before his hand moved slightly higher causing your breath to hitch in your throat softly.

“Yeah?”

You felt an ache forming between your legs at his touch as his fingers traced the hem of your skirt but not moving any higher, you looked up into his eyes to see them already dilating, making his brown eyes appear almost black.

“Want me to show you exactly how that guy should be treating you?”

Your lips parted and you nodded.

“Meet me upstairs in the bathroom in 5 minutes”

No words would come out, you nodded again and felt your cheeks go warm as he smirked and stood up, giving you a cheeky wink as he walked away and went upstairs.

You sat there in a daze for a moment, not believing that such a handsome and seemingly amazing guy was offering to take care of you because your ‘date’ couldn’t. You didn’t normally have one night stands but there was something about Noah, you knew you just couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

The next 5 minutes felt like an eternity before you finished the drink in your hand and made your way upstairs to the bathroom hearing the faint sound of the shower running which caused your brows to frown. You knocked on the door and called out his name softly.

Noah opened the door with a smile and gestured for you to come inside, you walked through and he locked the door behind you.

The shower was running and the room was already feeling warm from the steam.

“Why is the shower on?”

Noah didn’t respond at first, he leant down and captured your lips with his in a firm but gentle kiss before he pulled away slightly.

“To drown out the screams I intend to pull from you tonight”

Your eyes went wide and your whole face flushed.

“You look beautiful when you’re shy princess”

You didn’t respond, you simply smirked up at him and put your hair up to try and keep it as dry as possible while Noah’s hands rested on your waist, slipping under your shirt, the feeling of his hands over your body had the anticipation running through you at the thought of how different they will feel over wet skin.

His lips met yours once again but this time it was more urgent than the last, you both start to undress the other knowing time wasn’t completely on your side given the current environment.

Steam enveloped the bathroom, clinging to the walls and fogging up the mirror as water rained down from the showerhead, the steady rhythm drowning out everything as Noah pulled you both under the spray.

Noah positioned you with your back up against his chest, his hands coming up to caress your breasts in his large hands, your nipples hardening under his touch immediately.

“You’re absolutely breath taking”

You moaned softly as you felt his hard length pressing into you from behind.

“I can’t wait to have you wrapped around me angel”

One of his hands started to trail lower, gliding over your skin as the water cascaded down over your front, teasing you around your inner thighs but not going exactly where you needed him the most.

You had to clear your throat before you spoke.

“Sadly I don’t think we have time for teasing”

His chuckle vibrated against your back.

“You’re right. Spread your legs slightly for me”

You did as you were told and you felt his hand wrap around your neck with a firm grip as he turned your head towards him so you were looking up at him.

“I’m going to make sure you forget all about that guy you came here with”

“Yes please”

You glanced down and admired how his skin and tattoos looked almost glasslike in this moment.

You felt his finger gently trace your cheek.

“I love it when my girl knows her manners. Now hands against the wall”

You turned back around and placed your hands on the cool tiles, bracing yourself for what was to come.

Feeling the head of his cock against your wet folds made your head fall forward as your hips moved back, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips as he pushed himself inside slowly, stretching you out beautifully.

You heard his groans as his fingers dug into your skin.

“You feel better than I imagined….fuck!”

Noah didn’t waste any time before he started a firm, steady rhythm into you, his hands not leaving your waist.

“Oh…shit!”

Your walls clenched around him as he moved faster, your knees nearly buckling under the pressure of his hips slamming into you.

You struggled to keep your moans low as the pleasure started to build in your lower stomach.

“Fuck….you were made for me….so fucking perfect”

You felt Noah’s arm wrap around your chest, bringing you back up into him and changing the angle causing your hands to hold onto him for support as you cried out, praying the running shower was enough to muffle the sound.

The party downstairs disappeared as you lost yourselves in each other. You had your eyes closed, you could feel your high building, you just needed a little more.

Noah’s body shifted ever so slightly behind you as he reached his arm up. You’d barely opened your eyes to see what he was doing before they rolled back into your head and you cried out loudly until his other hand covered your mouth as you felt the hard pressure of the shower head being held over your clit as he continued to pound into you from behind.

“Easy baby…you going to keep quiet for me?”

Your head fell back against his shoulder as you nodded, your body feeling like jelly as he kept the water raining down on you mercilessly causing your thighs to start to tremble.

Noah kept his other arm firmly around your stomach as you placed one of your hands back on the wall for balance as he continued to use the shower head to simulate you as your arousal grow stronger and stronger by the second.

Your body started to shake in his arms, the spray of the water felt incredible as he moved it over you with expert ease.

“Noah….fuck….I’m going to….”

You felt like your vision went white as your orgasm washed over you hard, you had to cover your own mouth to hide the scream as Noah continued to thrust into you, the shower head was finally taken away as he held onto you as you rode out your high. You could feel his own thrusts becoming more sloppy as his groans were low in your ear.

“Shit…you’re so fucking tight…”

You moaned into Noah’s arm as you felt him painting the inside of your walls causing you to clench around him as he held onto you tightly.

As you both tried to catch your breath, the only sounds that could be heard was the running water and the very faint rumble of the party still going on downstairs.

You felt Noah’s head lift off your shoulder and he slowly pulled out of you which caused you to whine at the loss.

Noah turned you around to face him, pressed his lips against yours before he sank down to his knees in front of you as your back pressed up against the wall.

“Wha..what are you doing?”

You suddenly became very conscious of how you could feel his cum starting to drip out of you and onto your inner thighs.

“Can’t send you back to that guy of yours all dirty now I? Gotta clean you up baby”

And with that, Noah dived straight between your legs and you felt his tongue slip inbetween your folds.

“Oh…”

Your head fell back against the tiles as your hands came into his hair as you felt his tongue licking the inside of your walls, cleaning out any trace of his own release.

It was filthy, it was dirty and you fucking loved it.

Once Noah was satisfied he’d cleaned you out, his mouth went up to suck on your clit while he used his inked fingers inside to stroke you.

Noah didn’t stop until he had your trembling and cumming hard against his mouth with a low moan.

He pulled away with a smirk and licked his lips.

“You taste delicious”

Your cheeks were flushed red as you looked down at him.

“And you certainly have a talented mouth”

Noah chuckled and stood up, turning the shower off.

“Come on, we better get back downstairs before anyone comes looking”

You both got dried and started to get dressed, you looked around for your underwear and saw that Noah fully dressed, was slipping them into his back pocket.

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“Just a little souvenir”

You giggled. “Incase you don’t see me again?”

“No. So you have to see me again to come and collect them”

Noah smirked and gave you a cheeky wink before he slipped out of the bathroom and left you to finish making yourself look more presentable.

You left the party once you’d made sure there was no evidence of your little escapade. It was only on the way home that you suddenly realised you hadn’t given Noah your number so had no way of contacting him.

You felt a wave of disappointment hit you as you travelled back to your apartment when you felt your phone vibrate.

You took your phone out and couldn’t stop the smile that formed on your face.

“Red thongs are a personal favourite of mine. I approve of your choice this evening x”

Matt had probably given Noah your number, you smirked as you texted back.

“Yeah? They are one of my favourite pairs haha x”