Page 30 of House of Payne
It should send chills down my body, and I should be desperate for his touch.
But I’m not. It barely makes me warm, let alone hot.
What is wrong with me that after one meeting with a tall, brooding and handsome stranger, Noah can’t get me excited?
Guilt surges through me as I close my eyes and feel the warmth of him on my face. Then, he tilts my head and begins to kiss me, slowly and sweetly at first before it turns into something more desperate, needy, lustful, and passionate.
A different side of Noah has been revealed lately. We’ve always been a loving couple, but there’s more to it this time. His sexual side is growing, and I’m not complaining about that.
I need a distraction anyway.
He suddenly lifts me and sets me on the diner’s bar. For a moment, I think about how Mason did that earlier today. How it felt when he had his hands on me. How surprised I was when he lifted me.
Then, I turn my attention back to Noah, where it always should be.
“You know, I’ve wanted to fuck you in this diner for quite a while now,” Noah admits. His words shock me; he’s usually so timid. “The bar seems perfect for it. But I never got the chance to with your dad around.”
I’m surprised by his confession and spontaneity. I never imagined Noah had those lustful thoughts. I’ve always felt desired by him, but this is different. More intense.
“Well, he’s not here now,” I point out, a little surprised by my daring remark. This side of Noah is turning me on.
Or maybe that’s just what I’m telling myself because I don’t want to think about the man with the gray eyes.
“He’s not.” Noah smiles. “Maybe it’s time to make my dream come true.”
In response, I pull him toward me. We start kissing more passionately as he runs his hands under my shirt and reaches for my breasts.
He presses his body against mine, and I can feel his bulging cock through his jeans pressing against me. He wants me, and it’s thrilling to be wanted so badly by someone so caring and loving.
I run my hands under his shirt and up his back, scraping my nails lightly across his skin. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him close to me, and feel him groan through his need.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Noah moans.
Unable to hold back any longer, he pulls off my shorts and panties and drops his jeans to the floor. He rips off my shirt and bra, leaving me thrillingly exposed in the diner. Anyone could walk up to the door and see us.
Something about that risk makes me wetter than ever.
One of Noah’s hands grabs my breast and pulls at the nipple, while the other wraps around me and grabs my ass. He pushes himself into me, and I moan from the pleasure of him inside me. My legs wrap around him, drawing him closer. I’m desperate for him and the way he makes me feel.
Yet as he starts to fuck me, a pair of dark grey eyes flutter into my mind. I remember Mason and how he looked at me. I remember the thrill of his husky voice.
Who was he?
He wasn’t a normal diner, so why was he here?
Why has he lingered on my mind?
He’s so dark and mysterious that he works his way under my skin and refuses to leave even as Noah thrusts into me. Then, I remember Mason’s touch and a wave of pleasure rushes through my body. I moan as Noahand I orgasm at the same time.
But I’m not thinking about Noah.
I hug him as he collapses against me. I hold him close and wish away the thoughts of a stranger that I shouldn’t be having. Once we part and start to put our clothes back on, I feel a little empty.
On the verge of tears, I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I feel horrible. I’ve been with Noah for years, and he’s always treated me right, and here I am betraying him in the worst way possible.
Not quite the worst way. I didn’t physically cheat on him.
“What’s up?” Noah asks, interrupting my thoughts as he zips his pants.
