Greedy. Selfish.
Listen—when you’re like me and haven’t banged in forever, you want all the sex and you want it now.
He eases back up my body, kisses me on the lips.
“Noah…we didn’t use a condom in the pool. Should we put one on now?” Is it pointless to use one now? What if his swimmers are super sperm and penetrated the birth control I’m on? He didn’t even ask me about it before; it’s a good thing I’m on something and don’t have to worry too much. For all he knows, I’m a cleat-chasing gold digger looking for an easy ride—bad move, Noah.
Bad move, indeed.
“I have one here, somewhere—I think?” Naked, he moves toward the side table, ass in the air as he pulls open the drawer and begins rummaging through it. Victorious, he holds a gold foil packet in the air. “Found one!”
Indeed.
“How old is that?” I ask teasingly, lying flat on the bed, watching as he tears the package open.
“No idea—I don’t have women here, so I’m not actually sure why there are even condoms in the drawer. Wishful thinking, probably.”
He rolls it on and I watch, transfixed, never one to find that sort of thing sexy, though I get a bit turned on watching him now. He does it slowly, deliberately. Brows furrowed with concentration, as if he is also enjoying every second of the act.
“Come here,” I tell him when he finishes, my hand going around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. A warm, full kiss that melts my insides, his hand brushing along my skin.
“Are you sore?” he mumbles. “You know, from before?”
Hardly.
Okay, maybe a little. But, “Not enough to stop me from doing it again.”
I wiggle my hips and reach over to pull him on top, loving the weight of him. His heat. So different than how he felt in the pool with water lapping around us, weightless. I could feel him inside me, but the sensation wasn’t the same—the experience wasn’t the same, although it was just as intimate.
Noah leans in and runs his lips over the slope between my neck and shoulder, and I tilt my head a bit, so he lingers there with his mouth. Heaven.
When he lines up our bodies and pushes forward—for the second time today—I am more than wet enough for him to ease in without a problem. Unlike in the pool, where more persistence was necessary.
I cradle the back of his head when he buries himself inside, hands then dragging down his back, nails lightly scraping his spine, that dip above his ass I find so incredibly sexy.
He thrusts and I wish I could watch those thick, athletic thighs pumping into me. Mmmm…
“Fuck you feel good,” he groans.
Better than before, so much better…
“Do you want to get on top?” He pulls back and looks at me, eyes glazed over, lips parted.
Why yes, I would. Thank you for asking. “Yes please.”
We roll until I’m on top, adjusting so he’s back inside, and move back and forth, back and forth, leaning forward, so I can push against the headboard. He’s deeper.
So good.
I clench my Kegel’s hard, knowing full well that with the condom on, he can’t feel me as well as he would without one. It has the desired effect; everything inside me knows “I’m close. I’m…”
Going to come. Again. For the second time in one day, without having to do it myself.
Hallelujah, there is a god!
“Come for me, baby.” Cliché, but sexy.
I come, clenching every muscle in my body, so he can feel it and maybe he will come soon too. Back and forth, back and forth…
“Shit, yes. Don’t stop doing that.” Noah grips my hips, pulling me across him, pulling me deeper, nostrils flaring. Red-faced, his orgasm face is intense and almost has me laughing—thank God I don’t. He looks so serious and determined.
Strong.
God he turns me on.
After he cleans up, we’re back on the bed, under the gray down comforter, all snuggled in for a nap, Noah traces a finger along my shoulder. Kisses it before settling his head on the pillow next to mine, facing me.
I close the distance to kiss the tip of his nose.
Vomit inducing, I know.
“I won’t lie,” he says after a time. “Having that condom on was like having sex while wearing a moist gym sock,” he pouts.
“Don’t say moist.”
He pauses. “Moist.”
We laugh, disappearing under the covers and don’t come back up until we’re both satisfied again.
18
Noah
“You know what?” Miranda is laughing softly, naked under my blankets, drowsy from our nap. “When—I mean if, sorry—we’re in a committed relationship, we can have sex without a condom.”
Oh? This perks me up. “How long do people have to date before they consider themselves committed?”
She stares up at the ceiling. “I don’t know—I don’t think there are rules.”
I roll toward her and brace myself up on an elbow. “I don’t plan on dating anyone else—do you?”
Her eyes move to my face. “No.”
“Does that mean we’re committed?”
“No, but I think it means we’re monogamous?”
I pause, confused. “Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Yes? But no? Heck, I don’t know. I think committed means we’re in it for the long haul—we want to be together long-term. Monogamous just means…we’re only sleeping with each other until we figure out if we want to be committed.”
“So…” I think that through. “We can go bareback when we’re committed?”
Miranda opens her pretty mouth to reply, but the words about to leave her tongue die when my bedroom door crashes open, followed by Buzz Wallace, followed by, “Yo, dipshit, you guys in here?”
With a horrified gasp, Miranda disappears below the covers with a loud groan. “Oh my god, tell me that is not who I think it is.”
“It’s Wallace.”
“Why? Why is he like this?”
Because he cannot help himself. He’s the fucking worst.
“What the hell man—have you ever heard of knocking?”
His wide shoulders shrug. “The door was unlocked.”
Why I ever gave
