I cry out wordlessly, lost in the throes of ecstasy.
When I come back to myself, I’m panting and flushed. And despite the sensations of pleasure that just coursed through my body, the familiar ache lingers where I need to be filled.
I sigh, turning off my vibrator. Looks like I’ll be dreaming of faceless lovers again tonight.
The buzz of my vibrator still echoes in my ears as I bask in the afterglow. My limbs feel pleasantly heavy, muscles lax.
A knock at my door jerks me from my reverie. “Dylan? You in there?”
Shit, that’s Noah.
Panic flares in my chest as I fumble to shove my vibrator under my pillow. “Uh, yeah. Just a second!” My voice comes out high and breathless.
I yank a blanket over my lap just as the door creaks open.
Noah pokes his head in, brows furrowed. “I thought I heard something, and then I thought Jonah might need to get out. Are you alri—“
His eyes land on my flushed face, the blanket barely hiding what I was up to. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his lips. “Well, well. Did I interrupt something?”
My face flames hotter than the sun. I clench my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.
Noah saunters into my room, closing the door behind him. He stops at the foot of my bed, crossing his massive arms. Muscles bulge under his shirt, threatening to rip the fabric.
My pussy, still sensitive from release, quivers at the sight of him. It’s like one of the faceless figures from my fantasies has suddenly come to life, and he’s standing right at the foot of my bed.
“You know, I could give you a hand with that.” His heated gaze rakes over me, setting my blood aflame. “If you want.”
I stare at him, my heart pounding so hard it threatens to leap out of my chest.
My first assumption is he thinks it’s hilarious walking in on me like this, and that he’s making fun of me.
But the look in his eyes is anything but teasing. It’s predatory, filled with sinful promise.
My traitorous body responds, warmth pooling between my legs despite me coming just moments ago.
I swallow hard, torn between mortification and desire. “I don’t need your help,” I say, but it comes out weak. Unconvincing.
Noah tilts his head, a smug smile playing on his lips. “Are you sure about that?”
He hooks his fingers around the waistband of his gray shorts, and I’m paralyzed. I’m a sucker for gray sweatpants, gray shorts, anything. And who can blame me for admiring this stunning, tattooed man?
“Co-come here,” I say, my words coming out in a whisper.
“Are you sure?” He quirks a brow as he yanks down his shorts, revealing he’s just as turned on as I am.
“Ye-yes. Before I change my mind.”
Without hesitating, Noah climbs onto the bed. He positions himself next to me and pulls the blanket away from where I was covering myself with it, revealing my nakedness.
Noah looks down at me, his gaze trailing over my body and landing on my bare, wet pussy.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful, Dylan. My god, I can’t keep my eyes off you. And look at your pussy. So wet and ready for me.”
His words practically make me drip onto the mattress, and I throb in anticipation. But he doesn’t make an immediate beeline for my pussy.
Instead, he places a muscular arm on the far side of me so he’s basically pinning me to the bed. I feel helpless and vulnerable, but in the best way. Trapped willingly underneath this gorgeous man.
He leans in and captures my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding through to meet mine.