It Started with a Crack by Piper James

Chapter Twenty-One

Dakota

Noah Perry has a beautiful cock.

I knew it was a strange thought to be having as he pushed into me for the first time, but fuck, it was true. The second I laid eyes on it, I wanted to touch it. To taste it. And even stranger than that instant desire to stick it in my mouth was the fact that I swallowed—something I’d never done before.

And making him come, feeling it hit the back of my throat as he roared his release…fuck. I was horny all over again, even after that mind-shattering orgasm he’d just given me with his tongue and fingers.

And Noah quite literally rose to the challenge, his cock stiffening the second he discovered how needy I was. I told him I was ready, but Jesus, I was in no way, shape, fashion, or form prepared for the feel of him filling and stretching me so perfectly.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I was pretty sure I passed out for a minute. Noah didn’t move a muscle until I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was panting, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead as he lowered his mouth to mine, giving me a short, sweet kiss before pulling back to lock gazes with me again.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered, then groaned as I tightened my inner muscles and squeezed him. “Fuck.”

He started to move, pulling out slowly before ramming back in, over and over as I chanted his name. He dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, raking his teeth across it before soothing the sting with his tongue. My hips jerked in response, driving him even deeper than before.

Noah muttered a curse and pulled away from me. Before I could protest or panic, he flipped me over onto my stomach. Grasping my hips, he jerked upward, pulling me to my knees and driving into me from behind. I squeaked at the force of it, but thankfully Noah didn’t relent. He railed into me, faster and faster, and I felt that glorious tension start to build in my core.

As if he sensed I was getting close, Noah bent over my back, one hand still gripping my hip while the other snaked down to find my clit. He massaged it in quick, circular strokes that sent shock waves through me. I was so fucking close.

“Come for me, Dakota.”

Those four simple words, spoken in that husky, demanding tone sent me right over the edge. A weird, half-groan, half-shout kind of noise barked out of me as my core clenched down, rippling and squeezing as Noah continued to pound into me. The hot, wet release pushed Noah past his limits, and he drove into me and froze, shouting something that sounded like “heaven” before the tension drained out of him and he slumped against me.

After several quiet moments, he chuckled and pulled out of me, collapsing to the mattress. His arm shot out, wrapping around my waist and pulling me back against his hard chest. His breaths ruffled my hair as his palm flattened against my stomach and rubbed slow, feather-light circles over my skin.

“That was amazing,” he breathed. “You’re amazing.”

A smile curved my lips. “Thank you. You were pretty okay, I guess.”

His fingers tickled my ribs, making me shout as I tried to squirm away from him. He clamped a bare leg over mine to hold me still, continuing to torture me until I relented.

“Okay, fine!” I shouted on a laugh. “You were magnificent! Glorious! The best I’ve ever had!”

His fingers immediately relaxed, ending the torture before gliding up to gently knead my boob. He nipped my shoulder with his teeth playfully before kissing it better, then released me and rolled off the bed.

I looked over my shoulder to see him tugging at the condom. I rolled onto my back, watching as he carefully slid it off and tied it in a knot. Meeting my gaze, he ordered me not to move and disappeared through the bathroom door. I heard the water running for a few seconds, then he was back, running a warm, wet washcloth up my thigh before swiping it over my center.

I spread my legs and let him clean me, despite knowing I’d probably be embarrassed over it later. Sex-drunk Dakota didn’t give a fuck. When Noah touched me, all of my inhibitions flew out the damn window.

“Perfect,” he said, studying his handiwork as he tossed the rag to the floor. “Looks good enough to eat.”

A heady mix of equal parts excitement and panic washed through me, but Noah only chuckled and climbed back into bed. He pulled me into that spooning position he seemed to love so much, pushed my long hair out of the way, and kissed my neck.

“Soon,” he promised. “But I think I should give you a little time to recuperate, first.”

Muscles I didn’t even realized had tensed suddenly relaxed, and I melted into his embrace. As much as I wanted to feel his mouth on me again, I wasn’t sure if my over-sensitized clit could handle it right now. It had been forever since I’d been with a man, and I wasn’t lying when I told him he was the best I’d ever had. He was.

He made me come harder than I ever had before, and I really did need a minute.

I must’ve dozed off, because the next thing I knew, I was on my back and fingers were trailing up my thigh. I blinked open my eyes to see Noah looming over me, a soft smile on his lips as one finger dipped into the notch between my thighs. My legs fell open, giving him better access, and his smile grew.

“You were dreaming,” he whispered as he touched me in a soft, caressing motion.

“I was?” I asked, gasping as he found my clit.

“Mm hmm,” he hummed, rubbing it softly. “You were panting, and then you said my name.”

“I did not,” I protested, lifting my hips slightly.

Noah’s fingers slid through my slick folds to dip inside me, meeting no resistance. “So hot. So wet for me.”

I moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out slowly. His mouth found mine, kissing me languidly as his fingers continued to move, bringing me to new heights with each second that passed. His fingers disappeared, but before I could complain, Noah scrambled between my spread legs and licked me in one long stroke.

“First, you get what I promised you,” he said, repeating the same, slow lick. “Then, I get what you promised me.”

“What was that?” I panted as his tongue dipped inside me, probing shallowly.

He lifted his face and met my gaze. “Tacos, of course. I’m starving.”

Before I could respond, he sucked my clit between his lips. I moaned and writhed as he slowly worked me over, refusing to speed up no matter how much I begged. His patience was limitless, taking me to the edge, yet pulling me back each time to start over again. By the time I finally climaxed, I was so wound up, a shout of pure joy burst through my lips.

But Noah kept licking and sucking, bringing me back to the edge before quickly rolling on a condom and pulling me onto his lap. I rode him slowly, drawing out his pleasure the same way he had mine. It didn’t take long for me to come again since I was already so close.

Noah took over, squeezing my hips in a tight grip as he guided me up and down in quick, forceful movements. His hips lifted in time with my body, driving into me and hitting that sensitive patch of skin inside me with each stroke.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, and Noah grunted in response.

Before I knew it, I was coming undone. Again. A growl ripped from Noah as he came, and my inner walls rippled and squeezed him in response. He flopped back against the mattress, taking me with him and cuddling me against his chest.

We lay there silently, catching our breath as bewilderment coursed through me. Three orgasms in a matter of minutes? Not to mention the two I had earlier?

Who the fuck was this man? And where had he been all my life?

My entire body tensed at the thought. No. No, Dakota. You can’t think like that. You have no idea where this is going, or what it even means to Noah.

I refused to let myself get sucked into daydreams of a future that might not happen. I needed to stay in the moment. If I let myself get too wrapped up in this, I was only going to be that much more disappointed when he inevitably got bored and moved on.

“Hey, you okay?”

His question jerked me out of the tailspin I’d fallen into, and I forced my muscles to relax.

“Yeah, I’m good. Perfect, actually.”

I pushed myself up and shuddered slightly at the feel of his softening cock slipping out of me. Dipping my head, I kissed his mouth before rolling off of him and gathering my lingerie in my arms.

“I’ll go get dressed, then get started on those tacos,” I said before spinning around and making a hasty exit.

Get it together, Dakota. Enjoy it while it lasts, and for God’s sake, don’t make it weird.

I’d just had the best sex of my life, and I didn’t want it to end. Not yet.