Page 22 of Call and Response

Honestly… I kinda was too. It was against my personal code to even be too too friendly with a client—which he technically was—let alonesleeping with one.

But this felt… different.

There was just something undeniable about the chemistry between us that made this step feel like the next logical conclusion.

It wasn’t… smooth.

The transition wasn’t neat.

And yet, it felt like an imperative that I welcomed his tongue into my mouth and his hands into the waistband of my shorts, my panties.

And so incredibly important to grind against his dick.

Vital, to slip my fingers into his boxers, gripping him, squeezing as he teased my clit.

Like he said, no turning back.

Only forward, stripping off clothes, finding a condom, riding him right there on the couch, with his hands gripping my ass, my palms anchored on his shoulders, and the sounds of our pleasure playing in the background.

The moans.

The whimpers.

The grunts.

The soft curses.

That wet sound of friction between us.

It was a gift and a curse for me that I found the music in everything, and this was no different, the realization of the erotic melody actively turning me on even more, making me ride him harder, faster.

“Do you hear it too?” I couldn’t help myself from asking, even at risk of sounding crazy.

Instead of asking medo I hear what, Noble tipped his chin, his head relaxed back against the couch as I moved.

And he grinned.

No nod, no verbal answer, just that damn grin, and I knew.

His hand went to the back of my head, tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck to grab and drag me forward, bringing my mouth to his.

“You feel good as fuck,” he hummed against my lips, that buttery tenor of his sending a shiver up my spine. “This was a terrible plan.”

“Worst idea ever,” I agreed with a grin, slowing the roll of my hips to less of a breakneck cadence. “We’re definitely gonna have to do this again.”

“And agai—shit,” he groaned, fingertips digging into my thighs.

I could feel the tension in his hips, his shoulders, knew what was coming.

So Ireallywent in.

Bouncing like my life depended on it, building the tension higher and higher until I’d lost control. He took over easily, without missing a step, fucking me back until we were harmonizing our way through a mutual orgasm that had me seeing stars.

And when I’d finally come down from the high, with my forehead still pressed to his, our gazes met.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “We need pens.”

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