Page 102 of Crown of Thorns
His hard dick rubs against my naked thigh. He’s mostly dressed, whereas I am now left stark naked. The realization is enough to have my cock twitch again. It’s too soon for it to get back into the action immediately, so I blindly grab my glass and pour the champagne between our collided mouths, sucking and kissing as much of my favourite drink and Noah’s addicting lips. The combination is pure ecstasy. Judging from the way he groans, he agrees.
“Little devil,” Noah drags me to the fence of the terrace, where the city’s jewels shine down at us: the Sacre Coeur, the Eiffel Tower, the Seine. Pushing me forward, until my hands are the only thing that keep me from falling, he spreads my ass cheeks and spits on my crease. “I’m going to claim that sweet fuck hole until you can’t walk straight.”Spit. “I’m going to ravageyou until you know exactly who you belong to.”Spit. “You tease.” He tongues through my crease like a punishment, not a kiss, and hums against the tender skin between my cheeks. “You don’t need sweet loving, do you. You need it rough. You drive me crazy.Crazy.”
I moan, nodding, egging him on by pushing back my ass. “You know I do, baby.”
“Just for me.”
“Just for you.” He lets out a low rumble and pushes a finger in. It’s slick with spit, but stings without any further lube. “Fuck.” I need it to hurt. Something is happening to Noah, a switch that has turned. This city’s carved in his bones, and the reunion is brutal, no matter his words. I can feel it. One finger turns to two, and he works me open with rhythmic, fast thrusts, growling like an animal as he prepares me for his dick.
Surrender. “Hold on tight. Don’t let go of that fence. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”
“That’s right, Professor. Now, fuck me like you mean it.”
His dick slides inside, painfully slowly, and I need to bite my tongue from growling at him to hurry the fuck up. Finally, my balls slap against his groin. His nails dig into my skin as he uses me for support, slamming his hips forward, and his thrusts come faster, until all I hear are the moans and the slapping of skin against skin.
“Is that convincing enough?”
“You know it, baby. Keep on going. I…fuckkk…” It feels good. My cock twitches with interest, but is too spent from its earlier attention. But to hear Noah lose control is everything. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. He’s back, here in the city where it all began, slaying his demons, fucking me like there is no tomorrow.
I’m loving every second of it.
His thrusts become sluggish, his grunts unhinged, and his nails dig so deep I believe they’ll cut right through me.
“Fff…Louis…” And then he comes. I smile at the way his body shudders against mine, at the way he fills me up, ropes of cum trickling down between my thighs even after he’s come down from his high and has left to get a wet cloth to clean us up.
“Here, let me do it.” Noah accepts, laying down on his back on the bed as he watches me brush between my legs and over his dick. Tossing the cloth away, I nestle in his awaiting arms, and he presses me close, squeezing our bodies flush.
“This. It’s the best thing in the world,” he muses.
He says it so softly, it barely touches the air—but I feel it in my chest like a vow. A while later, still wrapped in each other, we finally sit down to eat. The food has gone lukewarm, but neither of us cares. We share bites in silence, stealing glances, letting the intimacy of the moment stretch between us like a promise. So I don’t speak. I just let the silence stretch, wrapped around us like a warm blanket, and feel him breathe. For once, we’re not running from ghosts or reaching for distraction. For once, we’re just here, together.
But soon, we’ll have to face what’s waiting. The past may be here in Paris, but so is the future. And if anyone tries to take Noah from me again, they’ll learn just how far I’ll go to protect what's mine. The words are spoken so softly, I wonder if they’re meant for me. Perhaps not. But I can hear them loud and clear inside my heart.
28
NOAH
The shower is heaven. The steam curls around us like breath, rising from marble tiles and clinging to our bare skin. Heat pulses from every direction, coaxing tension from my muscles and washing away the weight of the afternoon.
"Feel this." Louis switches the positions of the double jets, and a fresh stream of water strikes the small of my back. "Turn around."
With the water cascading down in a blissful torrent, I close my eyes and groan, the sound echoing softly off the fogged glass and tile. It's not just the temperature. It's the intimacy of it, the way the water seems to melt the space between us, dissolving the ache and dread and fear until there’s nothing left but touch, warmth, and Louis.
"Right?" he grins from where he stands across from me, in a similar position.
"I feel like disappearing into a puddle."
"Because of the blowjob I just gave you? Ahh, baby, you better get used to it. I love giving head. With the summer break around the corner, you can expect one every day."
"Every day?" My eyes flutter open.
Louis throws me a wink, a playful glint in his eyes. "That depends. If you're at my place, yes. I'll treat you like a king. Let you sleep under fluffy sheets and worship your body the way it deserves."
He pauses, then adds with a softer, almost hesitant smile, "Maybe it's time we make this official. You, me, something real."
That does something to me. A flicker deep in my chest, where hope is usually buried too far down to reach, suddenly sparks. My throat tightens. My stomach flips.
"Sweetheart..."
