His cock slammed into me, and I had to keep myself from shouting loudly. He thrust over and over, fucking me deeply as I pressed my hands onto the stove to have some measure of balance and control. His moans were getting heavier, deeper as he thrust deeply into me, and I reached back to put one hand behind his neck and watch his face. Our eyes locked as his huge, thick cock split me in two, and I rode the line between pain and pleasure like a razor’s edge. Finally, my body relaxed, and I felt myself tumble into pleasure, a need for more, for him to go faster and harder.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Harder, please.”
He seemed to respond to my begging request. His hands slid up to my hips and clenched around them so tightly I knew it would probably bruise me. I didn’t care. He yanked me backward with each thrust, pushing the head of his cock deeper into me, bringing me to a place where I was losing control rapidly. The tension built inside me so quickly, I barely had any time to prepare.
Before I knew what was happening, my eyes clenched shut, and the wave of an incredible, intense, and overwhelming orgasm took control. I slapped one hand over my mouth to stop the scream that now filled my lips. Noah reached up, putting his hand over mine, and somehow that only made the orgasm bigger.
My eyes rolled back, and my toes curled as one leg raised, pressing against the oven door. One of his hands reached around me and grasped my breast, squeezing and kneading, and I pushed back into him, wanting to keep the climax going. His groans were heavy and husky behind me, and I knew he was close.
Suddenly, he locked up, stock-still behind me, and I heard his muffled cry as he came. His cock throbbed inside me, and I milked him, both of us gasping and panting for breath as we rode our own orgasms to their end. Slowly, he relaxed, pumping a few more times as he emptied himself inside me, and I collapsed onto the top of the stove, sweat dripping down my face and the tension finally gone from my body.
15
Noah
When it was over, we both took a moment to breathe, then locked eyes. Backing away, I yanked my jeans up roughly. They never made it much past my knees, and I pulled them up as quickly as I could without hurting myself. It was as if I suddenly could think again, and I was ashamed and angry at myself. How could I have let this happen? Again?
Ally was covering herself too, clearly either as upset as I was or reacting to me, or a mixture of the two. I tightened my belt and began shoving the buttons of my shirt back together. I got as far as the middle of my shirt and gave up. My fingers were trembling so much it was almost impossible to get them done, and I didn’t want to waste the time or energy on it. Ally was almost back to dressed herself, and we met eyes again.
There was a short moment where we just stared at each other, both of us wondering what to say. Part of me wanted to just leave, right then and there. Not a word. Just go. But I couldn’t. I had to address this somehow. Her bottom lip trembled as if she too wanted to say something, but I knew I had to get my thoughts out first before it went any further.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I finally said. She nodded her head in agreement, her lips pursing in a look of disappointment herself. “I don’t know what it is about you that turns me into a schoolboy, but we can’t do it again.”
With that, I crossed the room, brushing by her without giving her a chance to say anything. I left her there, alone, and darted for the front of the restaurant. I didn’t wait for her to move, much less try to say something. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t have stopped even if she had. I had to be better than that. I had to end it right there.
Part of me was upset for admitting she had that effect on me. It was as if I gave her power in that statement, but it was true. For some reason she could make me incapable of thinking clearly, and my only two reactions seemed to be fight or fuck. If we were around other people, that meant fighting, but if we were alone…
I hated to think what would happen if we got those signals crossed.
I didn’t even know where I was going. There was an exit to the outside in the kitchen, but I went into the seating area. It was still dark because the lights were being changed, and I banged my shin on one of those godforsaken tables I hated. I cursed under my breath and continued on, snaking through tables covered in plastic to protect them from construction, and realized I was heading toward a bathroom on the far end. I locked it into my sights and stomped that way.