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“So?” I fold my arms across my chest.

“Just don’t hurt anyone else, Noah. That’s all.”

What the fuck? “I don’t know what you think I do, but I’m not a liar and I’m not out to hurt anyone. That’s why I steer clear of relationships. Unlike you morons, I realize that’s how people get hurt.”

“So she’s just another girl for you to use and discard?”

I bristle. “You don’t get to fucking talk about her like that. And you don’t get to judge me,” I shout at Jack. From the corner of my eye, I catch Mum opening the sliding door. The last thing I need is her getting in on this.

“I’m leaving.” I wipe my hands on a dishcloth and throw it onto the counter. “Thanks for another stellar family lunch.”

Without waiting for any of them to try to stop me, I storm out of the Inlet Views and straddle my bike. Then I rev the engine and scream up the hill and straight to Bella Vista Bed and Breakfast. I’d much rather be chin deep in pussy than have to deal with their shit a moment longer.

SEVENTEEN

Olivia

Noah: done. Open the door and let me in

I almost drop the phone on my face in surprise. I mean I know the picture I sent was rude, but I wasn’t expecting a five-minute turnaround! I’m lying on my bed, completely naked, toying with the idea of playing with myself a little while I wait. The only thing that stopped me was I don’t want to make it sore for later.

My pussy squeezes as I jump off the bed and scurry to find something to put on. Fumbling with the clothes in my suitcase, I can’t seem to find anything.

There’s a knock at my door. “Don’t bother getting dressed, Olivia. I’ll only tear off whatever you put on the second you let me in.”

An actual trickle of moisture threatens to drip from my suddenly soaked pussy to trail down my inner thighs and I let out a squeak of surprise and arousal. How does he always seem to know exactly what I’m doing?

Feeling flushed and excited, I hurry to the door. The window beside the door to the balcony has a translucent curtain which I tweak aside to make sure it really is Noah. When it looks like he’s alone out there, I turn the latch and pull the door open, keeping myself behind it so no one passing by outside will see me.

Noah steps into the room, immediately dominating the space. His eyes lock on me. They never leave me as he kicks the door shut behind him, drops his keys onto the console table by the window, and strips off his jacket. “On the bed. Now.” His tone is more than commanding. There’s a hint of urgency in the low growl of his voice. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard him like this. Hoping I can avoid making a complete mess of the hotel sheets, I do what he says, perching on the edge, unsure of where he wants me.

Noah strips off his shirt, reaching behind his head to yank it off in one swift movement, and even that has my pussy throbbing with need. He strides toward me before I can remember how to breathe. He moves so fluidly. I can understand when he’s on eight tentacles, but even on legs it’s like he’s gliding across the floor.

The next second he pushes me onto my back and uses my legs to yank my butt to the edge of the mattress. “Spread for me.”

He gives me no choice, pulling my legs apart to expose my wet and needy pussy. I squirm at the feel of the cool air and his hot gaze boring into me.

“Now show me where you need me to kiss it better.” The look he shoots me from between my legs is absolutely incendiary. There’s no justification for a sea monster being able to set me on fire like that with a look.

Provocatively, I lower a hand to my pussy and spread my outer lips, almost blushing at the moisture there.

Noah groans. His face is so close I can feel his exhale on my sensitive folds. “Show me,” he insists.

With trembling hands, I stroke up the outer labia, making my way toward my clit. It feels so good, I know I’m going to come in moments after he starts, but he’s still not touching me. “Here,” I whisper, voice breathy with desperation.

“I can’t hear you. Tell me where you want it.”

I force the words out through a dry mouth, not able to wait a moment more to feel his mouth on me. “Please. Kiss me here. Suck me. And then I need something inside me. I need to come.”

His thumb replaces my fingers, spreading me wider, and he makes a low noise of approval. “Good girl. Tell me if it feels too sore.”

I can’t say anything for a good minute or two after his mouth descends on my slick flesh. My back bows, I open my mouth in a silent groan, and I can’t help the way my fingers curl through his hair, holding him there, pleading with him for more.

If I could, I’d tell him don’t stop. Never stop.

I could do this with Noah all day every day and not feel like I’ve had enough. I roll in the pleasure of his mouth and fingers on my pussy for far too long, selfishly enjoying the way he devours me.

Eventually I look up and open my mouth to ask if he’d like me to reciprocate. He simply pushes me back down to the mattress and keeps going until I’m a mess of need and pussy juicesspilling onto his hand, dripping down his chin. I can’t say at what point he shifts, but after a while I realize he must have. He couldn’t possibly be touching me in as many places as he is if he hadn’t. A tentacle coils around my ankle, spreading me wider. One slides up my inner thigh, teasing at all the places his tongue and lips and fingers haven’t captured.