B E L L A M Y
Noah's frown disappeared, and I licked my lips.
Giving me a final look in the mirror, he trailed kisses down my neck, gliding his hands under my top.
I shivered with anticipation as he quickly pulled my shirt over my head, ripping off my bra. Fuck that, I'll get a new one.
His hands cupped my breasts, and I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he rubbed his thumbs over my rock-hard nipples.
"Hmm," he hummed, licking his way up my neck to my ear, toying with my lobe, and giving me goosebumps.
I was disappointed when he let his hands glide down my stomach, but all was well when he undid my jeans and stuck his hand down my underwear.
"Bellamy," he breathed out, his fingers teasing the skin around my core, and I let out a soft moan.
"Yes," I gasped, replying to him and urging him to continue at the same time.
"Come in the shower with me."
He didn't have to tell me twice, and we had each other undressed in seconds, the shower already turned on to heat up.
We stepped under the water, and for a second we just stood there, looking into each other's eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing my lips to his.
Just when our mouths were almost connected again, Noah turned me around and made me bend over.
I could feel him behind me, his erection softly pressing against my ass, and a tingle went up my spine.
I slapped my hand over my mouth when I let out a giggle, but I forgot all about the fact that we weren't home alone when Noah brought his fingers to my core again.
"Oh my god," I breathed out when he softly started to rub my clit, the sensation making my legs feel like jelly already. God, just one touch, and I was putty in his hands.
"Quiet, baby," he whispered into my ear, the comment barely audible over the sound of the running water.
Steam fogged up the glass sliding door from the shower, and I pressed my palms onto it, leaving pretty hands prints. I've always wanted to do that.
I pressed my lips together until they were numb, trying to hold in any sound as Noah used his free hand to push two fingers into me.
His warm chest rested on my back as he pleasured me, his length laying heavy against my ass, begging to be pleased too.
I knew he wouldn't let me play with him, so I tried it another way. "I want you inside of me, now."
Noah's fingers slowed down, and I couldn't care less about straining my neck as I turned my head to kiss him. His warm lips moved against mine as he grabbed my hips, lining his cock up with my entrance, and I gasped when he pushed in.
"Fuck," Noah groaned, grabbing my hair and pulling back, forcing me to arch my back even further.
I let my head fall forward, feeling my breasts move with every hard thrust, and I balanced on the line between pleasure and pain, feeling how Noah didn't care about being gentle.
Maybe I had been scared of giving him full power in sex, letting him do anything to me, but as I balled my fists against the glass, trying to cope with the sensation of Noah almost breaking me in half, I knew I shouldn't have.
This was amazing.
"You good?" Noah choked out, having trouble saying the words, and I nodded quickly.
"God, yes. More."
One of his hands grabbed one of my breasts and he kneaded it hard, surely bruising me, but again, I couldn't care less.
With a few final thrusts, he pushed me over the edge, holding a hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming his name and scarring Isaac for life.
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The next day, Isaac left just after lunch to 'visit mom and dad', but I knew better. The enormous smile on his face told me he was going to see Kelly, and I could only be happy for him. I guess she has a heart after all.
So, Noah and I had the house for ourselves, and we spent that time curling up on the couch, watching Netflix.
"Do you want something?" he asked from the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards.
I slowly turned my head, trying to keep my eyes on the screen. Noah had put on another serial killer documentary, and I was hooked. "No, thanks."
He chuckled softly, walking around the couch with a glass of juice in his hands, placing it on the table, and plopping next to me.
I was just about to lean into him, when the doorbell rang.
"Oh, for fucks sake," Noah mumbled, pausing the TV and walking to the front door to open it.
I leaned over the back of the couch to see who it was, and I frowned when I saw an unfamiliar man.
"What are you doing here?" Noah asked, his tone harsh and his body language screaming fear and tension.
I stumbled from the couch to join him, grabbing his hand as I looked up to the man. He seemed to be in his fifties, and the obviously tailored suit he was wearing gave me the impression that he was wealthier than you'd assume.
"You can't do this to your mother," he said, and the smell of cigarettes and expensive cologne filled my nostrils.
Noah just clenched his jaw, threatening to break the bones in my hand with how tight he was holding it.
"Who are you?" I questioned, curious to know who had Noah so on edge.
The man shifted his gaze to me, narrowing his dark eyes as he did. I felt a little intimidated, especially when he looked me up and down.
His eyes rested on my hand in Noah's before he replied coldly, as if the words disgusted him. "I am Noah's stepfather."
Noah let out a harsh breath, pulling me a little back into the house, creating distance between us and his stepfather.
"Leave, Wyatt," Noah hissed, grabbing the door.
"Noah, don't be so immature. You can't ignore your mother forever."
I looked at Noah's free hand on the door, his knuckles turning white with how tight he was gripping it.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that," he spat back, his chest rising and falling at an alarming pace, anger visibly bubbling to the surface.
I wanted to comfort him, slam the door in Wyatt's face and give Noah a tight hug, but some part of me knew he wouldn't let me.
"You need to call your mother," Wyatt continued, ignoring all the warning signs Noah was giving off as he brought his face closer to his. "Or I'll make you."
That was it. Noah released me, pulling his arm back and attempting to punch Wyatt in the face, but he was quicker, grabbing Noah's arm before he could properly hit him.
"Tsk, tsk. Didn't you learn anything from last time? Or maybe you need a couple of extra years behind bars."
I almost missed the comment about prison as I connected some dots in my head, and I instantly got nauseous. Noah's stepfather...someone he was supposed to look up to.
"Could you please leave, sir? Or I'll be forced to call the authorities," I said, sounding more confident than I was.
Wyatt shot me an annoyed look, turning around without saying another word.
I almost collapsed when the door closed behind him, feeling relieved that the awful man finally left.
Noah ran his hands over his face, taking deep breaths as he slowly walked back to the couch and sat down.
"It's him, isn't it?" I questioned softly, approaching him with caution.
Noah nodded, beckoning me to come closer. I took a seat next to him, pulling him against my chest and I brushed my fingers over his dark hair.
"How long?" I asked, scared to know the answer. I had no idea why I even asked, since it was something people would be happier about not knowing.
Noah let out a breath, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me tight. "Eight years."