It Started with a Crack by Piper James

Chapter Thirty-Six

Noah

“Wait,” I said, breaking off our kiss before I got too lost in it.

I pushed myself up, keeping my grip on Dakota’s hands and pulling her up with me. Her lips twisted into an adorable pout, and I smacked mine against them in apology as I laughed. Snaking a hand around her waist, I squeezed her ass before plucking her phone from her back pocket and handing it to her.

“Do it. Now.”

“What?” she asked, her features twisting with confusion.

“Take down the listing. I don’t want another single person looking at this place.”

“Right now?” she groaned, rubbing her chest against mine.

Her nipples were pebbled into hard nubs, and I lifted my hands to rub my palms over each of them. Her eyes fell closed, a breathy moan slipping through her lips. My hand slipped down to her waistband, fiddling with the button of her jeans.

“Yes, now,” I said firmly. “And while you work, I will, too.”

I dropped to my knees in front of her, plucking open the button before pulling down the zipper. Slowly, I peeled her jeans down her legs. I looked up and saw her watching me, lust making her chocolate eyes sparkle. My hands froze as I arched a brow at her.

“Oh,” she said, her body jerking as she unlocked the screen on her phone and began tapping at it.

I lifted one of her legs, taking off her shoe and pulling the denim free before repeating the process with the other one. Shoving the jeans aside, I ran my hands up her legs. Pushing them further apart, I pressed my lips against her inner thigh. I ran my tongue over her skin, making her gasp.

After looking up to make sure she was still working on her task, I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her underwear and yanked them down in one swift movement. She stumbled to the side, and I gripped her hips to steady her.

I ran my hands down, circling around the backs of her thighs and pulling them apart. Her pussy was glistening with need, and I blew a breath against the folds, making her gasp.

“Please, Noah,” she murmured, sending a shiver through my bones.

“Are you finished?” I breathed, licking a trail along one thigh.

“Almost,” she replied, her voice just as breathy as mine.

“Hurry,” I said, licking a matching path up the opposite thigh.

“Okay. Done.”

I looked up at her as she tossed the phone to the bed behind her. “The ranch is off the market?”

“Officially,” she confirmed.

I leaned into her, pushing my tongue through her folds to find her clit. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking roughly as I licked at her. She moaned indecipherable words as she panted harsh breaths, shouting something like “holymotherfuckingfuckshit” as I sucked her clit between my lips.

Shuffling forward on my knees, I guided her backward until she fell back against the mattress. I slung her legs over my shoulders as I stood, lifting her ass off the bed and driving my tongue into her hot, throbbing pussy.

My tongue swirled as it pumped in and out, fucking her until she was squirming with need. Running it up through her folds, I attacked her clit mercilessly until she was gasping for air. Her thighs gripped my head, squeezing tightly as she bucked her hips.

“Wait,” she barked, freezing for a moment before pulling one leg forward and planting her foot against my chest, pushing me back.

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, sucking it clean as she watched me with heavy-lidded eyes. Shaking herself, she pulled her other leg from my shoulder and sat up. She yanked her shirt over her head, then unclasped her bra and tossed them both aside.

My blood heated as she leaned forward, undoing my jeans and pushing them down along with my underwear. I pulled my shirt off and stepped out of my jeans, my dick jutting out and dripping with pre-cum.

“I want to come on your cock,” she said, her fingers tracing the length of my shaft. “Your bare cock.”

My body stilled as her words sank in. Our gazes collided, hers filled with such longing, my breath hitched. I’d never even considered having sex without a condom, but just imagining it with Dakota made every nerve in my body spark with electricity.

“I haven’t ever…” I said, my words trailing off as she licked her lips.

“I haven’t, either,” she said, “but I trust you. And I want to feel you.”

Her fingers tightened around my cock as she said those words, stroking it and making my eyes roll back in my head. I moved closer, wedging my hips between her thighs, and she rubbed the tip against her wet folds with a low moan.

“What about—”

“I’m on birth control. I get a shot every three months,” she cut in, throwing her head back as I tilted my hips forward.

“Dakota.” I waited for her to lift her head and meet my gaze. “Are you sure?”

She nodded quickly. “Please, Noah.”

That breathy plea did me in. My hands slid under her ass and lifted. Her arms went around my neck, her legs around my waist, and her tongue between my lips as I spun and sat on the bed. Dakota unwound her legs and slid up onto her knees, one hand slipping between us to line up my dick with her entrance before slowly sinking down onto it.

I blacked out for a second and awoke to stars flashing in my vision as her tight, wet pussy squeezed my bare cock for the first time. Her inner walls were velvety soft, pulsing with need as she tilted her hips to drive me even deeper.

“Fuck,” I groaned, sweat dripping down my face as I fought the need to come on the spot.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, lifting herself up and pushing back down.

Holy shit.

This felt better than I ever imagined it would, and I needed to get Dakota on the same level as me before I fucking came without her. I cupped her breasts, brushing my thumbs over the rosy peaks before lifting one and dipping my head to suck it into my mouth.

Dakota picked up the pace as I flicked my tongue over the nipple, her moans growing louder by the second. I moved my mouth to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. I could feel my balls tightening in preparation for detonation, so I grabbed Dakota’s hips and pushed her harder. Faster.

I moved my mouth to her neck, licking and sucking the skin in a path to her ear. I lightly bit her earlobe before tracing the shell of her ear with my tongue.

“Dakota, I need you to come,” I said, my voice firm as every muscle in my body tightened. “Now, baby. Come for me, now.”

She slammed down on my cock, bottoming out with a shout. Her pussy squeezed me, rippling around me and igniting my own orgasm. I went rigid as my cock jerked, erupting inside her. Dakota rocked against me, extending her pleasure. And mine.

Then she kissed me, so tender and sweet, and I felt something inside me shift. Some odd, disjointed piece I wasn’t even aware of clicked into place, and I saw my entire future flash before my eyes.

Dakota was it for me. She was my future, and I would do everything within my power to protect that it. And her.

I was going to marry this woman. I was going to spend the rest of my days making her feel what she felt right now. Satisfied. Complete. Loved.

I wouldn’t tell her yet, because I was sure she wasn’t ready to hear it, but I was in love with her. And until I said those three little words, I was going to show her every day how much she meant to me.

It might’ve started with the crack of that back-scratcher to my head, but it was going to end with us being happy, in love, and together. Forever.