Noah (18 page)

                
Noah

It would have
been nice if my night turned out like the one before it, with Shalan in my bed and not a care in the world. The crowd may not have noticed it, but Shalan was rushing through her performance. Her excitement for the next day was quite apparent. After we were done, she hugged the band members for giving her the opportunity, even though she knew she’d see them again the next day. Surprisingly enough she waited for me to walk back up to our room.

I’d been so focused on the chance for her to be able to make her dream come true that I forgot to think about how fucking sexy she looked in her dress. It wasn’t until we
were back in the elevator that I took in her slender, but yet curvy body. I clenched my jaw and remembered the way her skin felt to touch, and the way she tasted when I was between her legs.

Shalan checked her phone and looked up at me. “What’s wrong with you, tonight? You’ve been weird ever since we met that couple.”

I ran my hands through my hair and thought about what I should say to her. “You’re lucky. You don’t have nothin’ holdin’ you back, Shalan. I do. I can stand here and tell you that my family doesn’t matter, but it would be a lie.” The doors opened to our floor and we started walking toward the room. “I can go with you tomorrow, but there ain’t no way I’m puttin’ myself out there for somethin’ else.”

I unlocked the door and let her walk inside first. She kept standing, waiting for me to close the door behind me. “So you’re just going to give up on what you want? You’re going to settle for a life that you don’t want?” She leaned against the dresser, while I sat down on the bed facing her. “I just don’t understand how you can be so selfless. It’s very commendable. I’ll give you that. I just don’t understand how you can live out your whole life for the benefit of everyone besides yourself. One would think that you’d at least want to try something else before you settled.”

I placed my hands on my knees and looked up at her. “How do you even know there’s somethin’ out there that’s better? Maybe this is all I’m good at?” This was my decision, not hers.

“I’ve heard your voice. Don’t tell me that there’s no
talent there, Noah. Have you even considered how good we could be together? I just know I wouldn’t even be here right now if it wasn’t for you. It seems unfair that I’d take this chance without you.”

“You need to. You said this is what you’ve always wanted.”

She walked closer to me, breaking the distance between us, and making it hard for me to concentrate on anything other than her body; and too close to not want to touch. “Don’t make me beg, Noah.” Shalan took her finger and raised my chin, obviously seeing that I was focused on her chest. “Please.”

In those beautiful eyes I saw fear, and I hated that I was considering leaving her all alone in the big city that she wasn’t familiar with. Still, I had to think about my family, and the fact that they’d have my back for the rest of my life, which was something that someone I just met couldn’t guarantee. In the end my decision had to be the right one for me
. I wasn’t willing to run off on some whim to try and make it big singing, after two nights of filling in for someone. Shalan had a real chance at making it big. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ever heard a more beautiful voice. 

When I didn’t answer she moved back a couple steps and turned around. “While you’re thinking, can you help me out of this dress? The zipper is difficult.”

While my hand started pulling down the zipper, I couldn’t help but to look at the skin that was there underneath of the sheer fabric. I moved her hair to the side and leaned down to kiss the back of her neck. Shalan leaned to the side, allowing me even more room for my lips to explore. 

The moment my tongue made contact with her sultry skin I knew I was in trouble. The urge for more was apparent as a jolt from my dick reminded me what it wanted. Shalan turned around, wrapping her arms around my neck, and leaning up to place her lips against mine. 
Kissing her
wasn't like any other women I'd messed around with.  Something about her made the experience toxic for me. I knew that she was seducing me with her silky skin and sexy eyes, and so did she.

There's only so much a man can take before he los
es himself.  There's an extent we get to where we know when to walk away. I was crossing that line with Shalan, and I wanted to keep on going. 
She wasn't a stranger any longer,  which meant that she was becoming something else to me; something more.

I'd left Kentucky to find my
place, and instead found her. I knew I had to go home, but the mere thought of walking away from such a woman was making me go crazy.

Our kissing became intense, both of us knowing where it was leading. Her dress fell to the floor, leaving me with on
ly black panties and a bra to remove.  Shalan tugged on the edge of my shirt and lifted it up to where I could pull it easily over my head. In between kisses, I fought with her bra until finally freeing her breasts from it. She backed away and leaned on the dresser, motioning for me to come closer. I did as I was ordered and was swiftly flipped around and shoved against the piece of furniture. Shalan dropped to her knees and began tugging down my jeans. Once she had them down to my ankles I stepped out of them. With no warning she pulled the elastic of my boxers and freed my cock. The erection that faced her caused her to lick her lips. I licked mine knowing that she was about to suck me off. Instead, she ran her hands up my thighs until they wouldn't go any higher. The back of her hand rubbed over my balls, soft enough where I could barely feel it. I felt her tongue rolling over the inside of my left leg. She lapped over the other side, focusing on only what she was doing. Her eyes came up to meet my cock and I watched how focused she was on the tip. She pretended to lick it, not once but three times.  I jerked it, causing a smile to cross over her face. 
I dug into her dark hair and yanked her back away from her next attempt to lick my skin. "Stop playin' around, darlin'."


"I can do what I want, darlin'," she mocked
me, reaching in for another attempt.

Someone knocking on the door broke our focus. I walked over to the door wearing nothing, and not really caring who it was. No one was going to screw up my night.

A hotel employee stood on the other side. “Excuse the intrusion sir. I was told to deliver this to your room tonight.” He started to push a cart with champagne and two glasses in the room. I grabbed the thing away from him and maneuvered my body behind the door. “I got this, man. Hang on, I’ll get you a tip.”

All of a sudden the guy turned crimson red and stared at something behind me. Shalan had gotten up and started to walk to the bathroom as the cart was being wheeled in. She couldn’t have known that the door would open so far, especially since I wasn’t dressed. Just as quick as she’d appeared, I watched her vanish. The kid backed away from the door and put up his hands. “Don’t worry about it, sir.
Have a good night.” I couldn’t help but notice a smile across his face when he turned to walk away.

Shalan came out of the bathroom just as I wheeled in the cart. She picked up the card and read it, while I focused on nothing but her naked body. “It’s from the guys. They said congratulations, and that we better drink the whole bottle because it cost them a ton.”

I started laughing and picked up the bottle of champagne, opening it easily.  Shalan sat down on the bed with her hands folded in her lap. The bubbly drink started pouring out of the top and I slurped it up enough to where it wouldn’t fall to the floor. Shalan giggled and I turned my attention back to her. Instead of using a glass, I put the bottle to her lips and lifted it to allow an easy sip. She licked her lips as I pulled it away. “I guess everyone wants us to celebrate.”

I sat down next to her and took another drink, all the while knowing I wasn’t being classy, whatsoever. “Seems so. It all just seems so unreal to me. I haven’t wanted to do anything in the music business since I was a kid.”

“You didn’t tell me that. You wanted to be a singer?”

I chuckled and thought back to the moment I found out about my uncle. “Well, my uncle was in this band. It was pretty popular back in the day, and I thought nothin’ was cooler. I even learned to play the guitar so I could be like him.”

“Did he teach you?”

I shook my head. “Nah. My dad did. It was something we used to do on the porch of our house after dinner. I
haven’t played for a long time.”

“Why? Where is your uncle now?”

I didn’t want to tell her. For better words, I couldn’t bring myself to. “It doesn’t matter. He used me for a publicity stunt and ruined a chance of ever bein’ somethin’ to me. He got into drugs, and alcohol, lost his wife, and any chance of ever livin’ a normal life. The business did that to him. I’ve hated him ever since, but I know being famous was the real culprit.” I paused for a moment and took another sip of champagne. “Besides, it was when my mom was sick. We’ve all tried to put that part of our lives behind us.”

Shalan leaned her head on me. “So, that’s why you don’t care whether you’re a part of this or not? You think that fame will make you like him?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. I just know it ain’t somethin’ I’ll like doin’. I know I walked away from the ranch, but that don’t mean I won’t want to settle down one day. I don’t want to be in some kind of spotlight. I just want to make my own decisions. Does that make sense?”

“All I’ve ever wanted to be was a famous singer. I think I wanted it because I never thought it was going to happen. Who would have thought that running away from a crime would land me here, with this opportunity,” she turned and faced me. “And with you, Noah.”

I could feel our connection, so I knew exactly what she was talking about. Though it had come by surprise, with both of us getting out of relationships, there was definitely something happening between us. I moved in and kissed her slowly on the lips, slowly allowing it to intensify as we sat there. When I pulled away her eyes remain closed. “Does this mean you forgive me for losin’ my shit earlier?”

Her lips answered when she reached in for another kiss. “Maybe.”

“I gotta tell ya, darlin’, it’s gettin’ real hard to sit here and have this conversation, when all I want to do is be inside of you.”

She backed up on the bed and let her arms fall over her head. I had a full view of that body and I couldn’t decide where to start.

               
Shalan

I couldn’t hold
my excitement in.

How many people run away from something horrible and fall into their dream situation? I didn’t want to jump the gun, but I’d been given a real chance at something that I’d wanted my whole life. Noah was the reason for it all, and I couldn’t stay angry with him for his earlier rant.

The truth was that I already cared more for him than I should, more than I thought possible after only a few days.

It was possible that my attraction was out of thanks. I mean, he’d saved my ass, brought me to this wonderful place, where we’d been given this opportunity. It could
have been all of those things. Still, when we were alone, something else was there.

I lusted for him, felt jealous when other women looked at him, and was drawn to him every way possible.

Champagne.

I’d never really been a fan until I watched it saturate Noah’s lips. Somehow, he’d made it less nasty to taste, almost like it was liquid sex, filling me with confidence to give him a night he’d always remember.

I wasn’t trying to seduce him into staying, and if it seemed that way, I didn’t mean it. Noah was a grown man, who’d obviously carried an opinion about the music industry for a long time. Since I had to appreciate his feelings in the matter, the only thing left to do was satiate each other with what we did best together.

Sex.

Noah brought the bottle to my lips again, filling my mouth with the bubbling concoction. He kissed me, using his slow moving tongue to get a rise out of me. “Lay down, darlin’.”

I followed his direction, lying on my back, but never taking my eyes off of his. Butterflies traveled from the tips of my hardened nipples to my toes, centralizing right between my legs. I gasped when I felt the chilled liquid being poured into my belly button.

Noah reached down and slurped it out, lapping up the residual amount that had run over onto my sides.

The champagne was cold, which in turn made my
pussy become hotter. It was crying for attention and Noah was about to take care of that dilemma. He took the outside of the bottle and rubbed it between my legs over my sex. The freezing cold glass made me jump when it hit my sensitive skin. I took a deep, shocking breath and looked down at what he was doing. A smile formed across his face while he played with the tip of the bottle, as if he were going to stick it inside of me. “Don’t.” It was freaking me out.

He chuckled. “Darlin’, I won’t hurt you. Close your eyes and relax.”

“Don’t you dare stick that bottle inside of me. I will kick the shit out of you.”

I put one of my feet onto his shoulder. The bottle moved away from my pussy as one of his hands grabbed ahold of my leg. He tickled my ankle with his stubby face before kissing it. Then he made his way up to my calves. I took my other foot and ran it underneath  his balls, letting him know two could tease.

His hand pressed firmly over my skin as it worked it’s way to my inner thigh. I could sense his fingers so close to where I wanted them to be. My breathing intensified and I panted knowing it was about to be touched again.

Noah sat up and tilted the bottle, letting the champagne drip over my hot muff. The cold liquid caused me to jerk my body. Noah leaned down and licked it away. He moaned something as he did it, causing the sound to vibrate off of my skin. When he sat back up, I felt my lower folds being separated. He smiled and bit down on his lip while watching himself pour a few more drips in between my folds.

I felt so turned on that I reached up and began touching my breasts, watching myself doing it.

While he focused on the lower part of my body, I massaged and gave the top equal attention. It didn’t take him long to notice what I was doing. Within seconds he was all about watching me. I stopped what I was doing and arched my body. He brought the bottle to my lips, pouring out so much that it trickled down the front of my chest. Before I could complain for him to be more careful, he was licking from my stomach up, paying close attention to my nipples that hadn’t been exposed to champagne.

Obviously he liked what he was doing, because he took the bottle and poured it directly over one breast. With his whole mouth, he sucked on my tit. When he finally released his hold on my skin it was a darker color. I wanted him to do it again. Our lips met and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I wanted to be close to him, albeit he wanted to keep playing.

He pulled out of my hold and backed up enough to sit the bottle down. He then grabbed my legs and spread them apart, so far that I was almost doing a split. He got up on his knees perfectly positioned to enter me easily.

Except he didn’t.

Noah slapped his cock over my pussy, making a clapping sound. Then he grabbed the bottle and poured it over his cock in turn rubbing the liquid over my sex. I reached my hands up and dug into the pillows above my head, feeling like I was going to explode with desire.

I could feel my pussy responding to every single action, but had no control of what happened next.

He held his cock and spoke as he rubbed the wetness over my clit. I leaned up on my elbows and watched him touching me there. “I’m goin’ to fuck you so good, woman.”

I was ready. He could do whatever he wanted and I would have been okay with it. “Yes. Do it.” I sucked on my bottom lip. “Show me.”

He pulled away and laughed. “Nah, you’re not ready enough.”

I had no idea what he meant.

I was ready to beg.

Noah took that bottle and downed a good bit of it without stopping to breathe. He handed it to me and stood up off the bed, holding his hand out for me to take. “Stand up.”

I did as I was told and got up. He was still too tall for my pussy to be directly in his face, but it was certainly close. After taking the bottle and sitting it back down on the cart, he put both hands on my ass and cupped them. I could feel his little tug and my sex being shoved against his mouth.

Air.

I felt it being blown against my clitoris. The sensations traveled from my pussy to my nipples. Noah watched me, relentlessly, while touching my breasts. I reached into my mouth and wet two fingers before running them over the brown of my hardened buds. His eyes became heavy as he watched.

My pussy was still crying for attention, and he knew it. He reached between my folds and felt the result of his teasing. “This is what I want. You’re so wet for me.” He rubbed my clit with his thumb. “I’m goin’ to fuck you so hard, Shalan.”

Waves of anxious pleasure overwhelmed me. I was ready to lose it and we hadn’t even begun. He buried his face into my hot, wet sex, causing me to cry out loudly. I felt my feet and body being lifted off the bed, but I couldn’t hold my eyes open to be sure. The next thing I knew the hard dresser was pressing into my ass cheeks. Noah pulled away, only for a second so I could adjust. He stood up straight and got into position, slapping me with it again.

The tip of him sat where it needed to be. I wrapped my legs around his waist and reached for his neck. He pulled my hair from the back, giving him an ample view of my neck.

I could feel his teeth dragging up my skin, and the heat of his breath against it. He made his way to my mouth and devoured my lips with his. I could taste myself, which only turned me on more knowing where they’d been.

He reached up and pinched both of my nipples with his fingernails while our tongues continued to mingle, finding a common pattern of movement.

He then entered me, shoving his thick shaft deep into the walls of my pussy. I pulled away from his kiss to take a deep breath. He jerked inside of me harder, reaching for my lips again. I didn’t fight him, instead feeling completely lost in what was happening. I was too turned on to fight with the size of him. I needed this to be happening.

Noah started grinding into me harder, slamming the dresser against the wall to the next room. He got into a pace, and the knocking sound was quite obvious of what we were doing. I knew the people in the next room could hear us, and it turned me on.

I cried out, “Don’t stop. Harder,” all while trying to catch my breath.

Noah kept pinching me, so hard that I swore he was breaking the skin on my nipples. The more he did it, the better I liked it. I started bucking my body against his. The moment I heard his manly moans I about lost it. Just hearing him react to how good it felt sent shivers down my spine, and heat everywhere else. Our lips kept meeting in rough kisses where our teeth clanked together. I reached my hands underneath  Noah’s arms and dug my fingers into the skin on his shoulders, while feeling his teeth biting on one of my ears. The warm air filled the canal, giving me goose-bumps. I cried out and lost myself. The sheer pressure and speed of what he was doing was too much to withstand. My body lost all control and my toes curled. He knew I was in my own frenzy, but kept going, possibly even faster. The slapping, the banging on the wall, and the way it felt to be fucked so hard was more than I could handle. I screamed as waves of pleasure showered me.

Noah followed behind, finally tightening up and leaning his head against mine as he caught his own breath. Our lips met in a slow kiss that felt more filled with emotion than the whole encounter. While he began to relax, my body trembled beneath his. I’d never had orgasms like he’d given me, and my body didn’t know how to react to them.

Noah carried me over to the bed, just as the phone to our room started ringing. He sat me down before picking it up. “Hello?”

“It won’t happen again.”

He hung up and fell onto the bed next to me, not even addressing the call.

I sat up and ran my fingers over his skin. “What was that about?”

He wiped his face with his hands and turned to face me. Like mine, his fingers traveled over the tips of my breast. “Apparently our neighbors want to get some sleep.”

I smiled and leaned in to feel his lips on mine. “Oops.”

“Don’t regret it, Shalan.” He took my hand and kissed my fingertips, one at a time. “I could get used to havin’ you in my bed.”

“So don’t leave. Stay here with me. Ride this wave with me. Let’s see how far we can get together.”

“You and I both know they don’t want me. They want you.”

“I’ll make sure that we’re a package deal.” I knew we had so much to learn about each other, and that I wanted to have the time to see where we could go. Even with his temper, Noah was the best man I’d ever known. I hated the idea of doing all of this without him, even when I’d always done it before. If being with him felt so natural, I could only imagine how amazing we could be with time under our belt. “I’m not asking you for your hand in marriage, Noah.
I’m asking you to see where we could get if we went into this business together.”

“It’s not that easy, you know, leavin’ my family. I thought it would be when I left. Now I’m wonderin’ if they’re all right. What if I’m meant to be a rancher for the rest of my life? Shalan, my parents are happy with their lives. They want for nothin’ and we don’t have to worry about anything either. I just don’t know if becomin’ a singer is somethin’ I could get used to. I’m just a country boy.”

“We could be the next Sugarland or Thompson Square.” I was pulling out names, in hopes that he would change his mind. “Please.”

He had no reason to owe me anything. All along I knew we were two people in passing. I never expected anything more, until now.

Noah pulled me into his arms and held me there. I lifted one leg and let it fall over his. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

I closed my eyes, feeling content with having him so close to me. “Okay.”

It had to be, because there was nothing else I could do about it.