It Started with a Crack by Piper James

Chapter Twenty-Two

Noah

By the time I showered, changed into some athletic pants and a t-shirt, and made my way into the kitchen, Dakota was there, browning ground beef in a skillet. Her hair was damp from her own shower, and she was wearing some loose shorts and a tank top.

I would’ve suggested we shower together, but she’d been acting off, tensing up and skedaddling out of there like the room was on fire. And contrary to what my brothers might’ve thought, I wasn’t stupid. If the woman needed a minute, I’d give her a minute.

I walked up behind her, slipped my arms around her waist, and hugged her back against my chest. She relaxed into the embrace, murmuring a soft hello as I nuzzled her neck.

The weirdness from earlier was gone, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I’d never admit it out loud, but I’d panicked for a moment in the shower. It occurred to me that maybe Dakota had just been curious, that she had an itch she wanted me to scratch, and that was the end of it. That she’d rushed out of my room to put some distance between us and figure out a way to let me know it wouldn’t be happening again.

Now, as we swayed by the stove, our bodies plastered together as she stirred the ground beef sizzling in front of us, I realized I’d been overreacting. I made the woman come five times today. She’d have to be crazy to drop me after that, right?

I released her and moved toward the fridge, shaking my head at myself. Since when did Noah Perry agonize over a woman? I glanced at her as I piled lettuce, tomatoes, and onions onto the counter and began chopping. I knew the answer to that.

I’d been agonizing over Dakota Jones on some level since the moment I first met her.

And now that I’d had her, I wasn’t going to let her go so easily.

When the tacos were done, we ate in companionable silence. There was a lot of moaning on my part at the deliciousness of them, and a lot of grinning and chuckling from Dakota. After we finished eating and cleaned the kitchen together, I took her hand and led her into the living room.

“Want to watch a movie, or something?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said, and I settled into the corner of the couch and pulled her down beside me.

She curled into my side, pulling my arm over her shoulders before tucking her head against my chest. She felt so good there, such a perfect fit, I almost forgot I was supposed to be finding something to watch. I grabbed the remote and logged into my favorite streaming service. I clicked on a romantic comedy and read the description.

“How about this one?” I asked.

“Yeah, that one’s on my list to watch,” she replied, snuggling closer.

I started the movie, set down the remote, and reached over to click off the table lamp, leaving the television as our only source of light in the darkness. I absentmindedly traced patterns on the skin of Dakota’s upper arm, and after a minute or two, she shivered.

“Are you cold?” I asked, looking for the blanket she’d taken to keeping on the back of the couch.

We had the heater running, and it didn’t feel cold to me, but Dakota wasn’t wearing much. A quick glance down proved it—her nipples were hard beneath the thin, tight material of her tank top.

“No,” she said, turning her head to nuzzle my chest. “I’m a little warm, actually.”

She pushed herself up, then climbed onto my lap, straddling my hips and rubbing her chest against mine as she dipped her head and kissed me. After a momentary shock, I opened my mouth, greeting her tongue with mine.

I honestly hadn’t expected this, figuring she’d be fully sated after our marathon in the bedroom earlier. I was perfectly happy to just snuggle with her on the couch, but if the lady wanted more, who was I to say no?

My hands found her ass, kneading it firmly. She moaned into my mouth before breaking off our kiss. Straightening, she rolled her hips to rub her sweet pussy against my cock as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and ripped it over her head. She fisted her hands in my hair, pulling my head forward while lining up my mouth with one rosy peak. I sucked it between my lips, flicking my tongue against it rapidly as Dakota continued to grind herself against me.

This was kind of a new experience for me—I had a tendency to take control in the bedroom. And having Dakota climb onto me and take what she wanted? It blew my mind in all the best ways. I was but a puppet, twisting whichever way she instructed as she chased her pleasure.

“Do you want to go back to bed?” I asked as she pulled me off her breast to guide me to the other one.

“Nuh-uh,” she murmured. “I want to stay just like this.”

She moved faster, the thin material of her shorts and my pants doing little to impede the sensation of my dick sliding between her folds. She was hot and wet, swollen with need, and I was trying to figure out how to gently extract myself to go to my room for a condom without breaking the mood.

Dakota’s hands tightened in my hair as she pushed down hard and pulled my mouth back to hers. She moaned into our kiss, her movements slowing as she shuddered in my arms.

Did she just—

Before I could finish the internal question, she hopped off my lap. She laced her fingers through mine and pulled, encouraging me to stand up. As soon as I complied, she jerked my pants down to my ankles and pushed me back onto the couch. Yanking the pants free, she threw them aside, pushed my knees apart, and dove in, wrapping her lips around my dick with a groan.

“Holy shit,” I whispered as my head fell back against the couch.

Twice in the same day? I knew a lot of women pretended like they enjoyed giving head, but there were always little signs that it was all an act. A scrunched nose, overly dramatic moans, and, God forbid, a healthy gag reflex were all good signals. But even the best actresses wouldn’t go in for seconds without being asked for it.

I knew Dakota enjoyed it the first time—her swollen, needy pussy couldn’t lie—but she had just made herself come with some good, old-fashioned dry humping and should’ve been satisfied. Yet here she was, sucking my cock like she was starved for it, one hand pumping the shaft as the other…

Wait, where’s her other hand?

I opened my eyes and sat up straighter. Seeing her lips around my cock distracted me for a moment, my balls tightening as I stared. I could feel her tongue lapping at the vein underneath, small moans vibrating from her throat. Fuck, she was beautiful.

Her eyes were closed, her hair was mussed, and her shoulder jerked in an uneven motion. Narrowing my eyes, my gaze trailed from that shoulder, down her arm to her elbow, to her forearm…where it disappeared beneath the waistband of her shorts.

“Dakota,” I grunted, my voice cracking. When she opened her eyes to stare at me, her mouth still working its magic on my dick, I said, “Stand up and take off your shorts.”

She gave my dick one last gentle suck and a swirl of the tongue before complying. As she pushed her shorts down, I stretched out on my back on the couch. I reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her forward.

“I want you to keep sucking me,” I said, panting with anticipation, “but I want you to straddle my face while you do it so I can fuck you with my tongue.”

It was a risk, I knew. It might’ve been too much, too soon, but the sight of her trying to rub out another orgasm as she sucked my cock had done things to me I couldn’t explain. Most people would be exhausted after coming so many times in one day, but Dakota was fucking insatiable.

And I wanted to be the one to give her all her orgasms. Every. Single. Fucking. One of them.

After a brief pause, fire flared in her eyes, and my sweet, sexy woman moved forward, straddled my face and bent over to take my dick back into her hot, wet mouth. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, spreading them apart while pulling her down toward my mouth. She was dripping wet, and I licked her clean before pushing my tongue inside her.

Her thighs tightened around my face and her mouth stalled on my dick as she took a moment just to feel what I was doing with my tongue. After a few seconds, she started moving again, her mouth gliding over me as her hand pumped the base. Faster and faster she moved, keeping time with my probing tongue. I could feel myself getting closer, and I pulled her hips back so I could reach her clit. Sucking the swollen bud into my mouth, I flicked my tongue against it as I pushed two fingers inside her.

She groaned and bucked, but didn’t break her own rhythm as she took my cock deeper into her mouth. Every muscle in my body tightened as it rushed toward orgasm, and I redoubled my efforts, swirling my tongue around her clit again and again as my fingertips found that spot inside her that drove her crazy.

With one swipe of the fingertips, she was falling apart. Moisture gushed around my fingers, triggering my own climax. I came with a shout, and Dakota sucked down every last drop. After a brief respite, she climbed off me and twisted around, snuggling close and laying her head on my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as I wondered at this amazing turn of events. Not only had Dakota purposefully set out to seduce me, which was like a fucking wet dream come true, she was tireless, unselfish, and not afraid to take what she wanted.

Even in my wildest days, I couldn’t remember coming four times in a day like this. Shit, before today, I would’ve called anyone a liar who claimed to have done it. But with her…I wasn’t tired. I wasn’t wrung out, and I wasn’t ready to let her go.

And while that should scare me, it didn’t. I was living in the moment, and I prayed this moment would last a long, long time.

Maybe even forever.