Page 75 of Stay With Me
“Yeah, I’m just grabbing a granola bar,” he says, and when I peer around the door, my breath catches.
Good lord, this man is good-looking.
He’s wearing athletic shorts low on his hips with no shirt. His skin is tanned, but his shoulders are slightly red from being in the sun, and his tattoo of a griffin spans across his broad upper back. He looks over his shoulder and moves his eyes down my body. When his eyes meet mine, his pupils are blown wide, and he takes in a deep breath.
“Lunabella?.?.?.” He groans.
“Yeah?” I say breathlessly.
Before I can blink, he turns around and pulls me into the pantry, lifting me up and bringing my back to the shelves.
“You’re killing me in these shorts,” he says before slamming his mouth down onto mine.
I thread my fingers through his hair as he grips my hips.
His lips leave mine, and he moves to pepper my neck with kisses.
Tilting my head to the side to give him more room, I say, “I’ve worn these shorts before.”
“I know, and they killed me before. I just couldn’t do anything about it then. I can now.”
“Oh,” I pant as my heart races at his words.
I never thought that he’d look twice at someone like me, nor did I think I would be here long enough for something like this to happen.
“You have to be quiet with Jess here. But I can’t let you leave without tasting you.”
I nod quickly. “Jess went to her room to read.”
“Even better. We don’t have long, and Abby normally just walks in when she comes over.”
“Maybe we should wait till later,” I say as he lowers my legs, and I slide down his body. His hard dick rubs against my core, and I bite back a moan.
“No, baby, we should do this now. We’ll be quick,” he whispers against my lips and drops to his knees.
Slightly lifting my shirt, he kisses my stomach as he unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down with my underwear. He taps on one ankle for me to lift so he can pull my leg out.
“I wish we had more time, I want to savor this,” he says, his eyes connecting with mine.
Slowly, his warm lips kiss a trail up my bare leg until he latches on to my aching center. I bite back my cry as my hips buck against his mouth. I bring my hands to his hair as he wraps his around my bottom to pull me closer.
His groan fills my ears. “You taste so good, baby. The best I’ve ever had. I want to keep you locked in our room and show you how I can’t get enough.”
I bring my hand up to my mouth because I didn’t have to try to be quiet last time, and his words make me want to cry out. “Noah,” I moan softly.
I look down and see him lick up my slit and bring a hand to my core. With measured movements, he inserts a finger, and I hiss at how full I feel.
“So fucking tight, baby, but you take me so well, don’t you?”
I nod as words escape me. I can’t take my eyes off him, and seeing him enjoy giving me pleasure excites me more than I ever thought possible.
“You need to come, my Lunabella. I need you to come for me,” he says between twirling his tongue around my clit, matching the pace of his finger. “You’re close. I can feel your pretty pussy fluttering around my finger.”
I don’t fight the whimper that leaves my lips as I sink into the feelings that he creates through the connection we have.
My mouth drops open, but nothing comes out as I come.Hard.My orgasm rocks my body, and he slows his movements, bringing me back down to Earth. As the aftershocks wear off, he stands and brings the finger that was inside me to my mouth.
“Open up,” he rasps.
