Nick knew she was coming before her body shook against him and he kept the pressure on. Listening to her enthusiastic screams was music to his ears. God, she tasted amazing, felt even better, and he couldn’t wait for her pussy to convulse around his cock. Their lovemaking would be the stuff of legends. Poetry.
All right, maybe he was overreaching, but damn, being with her was damn close.
Nick kissed his way up her body, stopping to push the cups of her bra down and expose her hard, rosy nipples. He bestowed a kiss on both of them, smiling against her skin when she hummed.
“That was insane,” she murmured.
Nick trailed his tongue around her nipple in a wet circle. “Should we stop there?”
“If you stop now, I’ll murder you.”
He chuckled and helped her to her feet, dipping his head to kiss her. When her hands went to the waist of his sweats, he didn’t stop her as she pushed them to the floor.
“Hmmm, easy access. I like it,” she teased.
Nick moaned, deepening the kiss as her hand stroked him, rubbing a thumb along the head of his dick. It had been almost two years since he’d been with a woman and he was too impatient to wait another moment.
He picked her up and lifted her against him, walking her back to the wall by the front door. When she wrapped her legs around him, it brought her wet, hot center against him and his dick flexed to get closer.
Nick broke the kiss, taking his length in his hands and running it over her center.
“Are you sure?”
“Mmmm, yes.”
Nick rubbed against Noel, groaning, “Shit, condoms. I don’t have any.”
“I’m clean. Safe. On the pill. I’m comfortable not using one if you are.”
“I’m good. And I’m also, ahem…” The last thing Nick wanted to talk about was Amber, but he cleared his throat, praying Noel would understand. “When I found out Amber may have been…unfaithful, I got tested. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since. You’re the only one I want.”
Noel cupped his cheek in her hand and kissed him. “I only want you, too. Please, Nick. I need you inside me.”
Nick almost shouted hallelujah as he slipped the head in, his mouth finding hers again, slowly sinking into—
Sharp, rhythmic knocking sounded on Nick’s front door.
They froze, Noel staring down into his startled expression.
“Are you expecting someone?” she hissed.
“No!”
Another round of knocking followed by the voice of Chris Winters hollering through the door. “Nick! You asleep, kid?”
“Oh my God. It’s your dad!” Noel pushed him away and he almost fell to his knees, weeping at the loss. Noel skidded across the floor and grabbed her jeans, hopping from foot to foot as she tried to pull them back into place.
“Just a second, Dad!” Nick picked up her shirt from the corner, handing it to her. “Get dressed in the bedroom. I’ll stall him.”
“No, I was going to just stand here naked and say hey.”
Nick kissed her hard and fast. “Normally I find your sass charming, but right now my dad is standing in twenty-degree weather wondering what the hell is going on.” And my dick feels like it’s about to fall off, Nick thought to himself.
“You’re right.” Noel righted her bra over her glorious breasts and took off down the hall, skidding into the bedroom.
Nick managed to get his sweats on but hiding the semi beneath the loose fabric would be tricky. Hopefully, they wouldn’t notice. He threw open the door with a smile.
“Hi Dad.” Standing next to his dad was his mom, watching him suspiciously. “Mom! What are you guys doing here?”
Nick’s mom kissed his cheek as she passed into the apartment, glancing around the living room. “We went out to dinner after the farm closed and thought we’d bring you some food.”
“Here you go,” his dad said, handing him a takeout bag as he passed by.
Nick closed the door behind them, his heart thundering in his chest. He felt like a sixteen-year-old kid sneaking a girl out of his room before his parents caught him.
“I appreciate the gesture, but you should have called.”
“We tried but you didn’t pick up.”
“That usually means I’m busy, Mom.”
His mom’s gaze narrowed. “Whose shoes are those?”
Nick looked down to find Noel’s white sneakers discarded by a few of his boxes. “Those are Noel’s.”
His mother’s face brightened. “Noel’s here? Where?”