Page 33 of Just My Type (The Boston Hearts #3)

“Holy shit ,” I yell, my hands flying down to tangle in Noah’s hair as he licks through my slit, swirling his tongue around my clit and then sucking it between his lips.

Pleasure gusts through me like a storm as he devours me, drawing circles around my clit with his tongue and then dipping it inside me.

He does it over and over again until I’m tugging at his hair and trying to grind against his face, letting out a frustrated groan when his hands hold my hips steady.

He growls against me when I pull his hair, trying to tug him closer and push him away at the same time, a little afraid of the pleasure coiling in my stomach, building and building as Noah devours me.

The sounds he makes are unholy, his enjoyment of this clear, and it ratchets my pleasure up even higher.

I’ve never felt anything like this before.

There has never been anyone like him before.

Tightening his arms around me, Noah gives me a long lick from bottom to top before latching onto my clit with so much force, spots dance in my vision and my legs shake around his head.

Never letting up, he brings a hand down, sliding it through my slit to collect the arousal dripping from me, and when he presses two fingers inside and curls them up at the same time he flicks my clit with his tongue, I’m gone.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” I chant, a moan tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure rocket through me, my entire body trembling with the force of my orgasm.

It goes on forever, and Noah sticks with me through the aftershocks, pumping his finger slowly in and out of me, lapping at me until I collapse back against the bed, breathing hard and wondering what the hell just happened.

Noah straightens on his knees, looking at me with a smirk. With his hair a mess from my hands and his lips wet with my release, his eyes a mix of arousal and glee, he looks like some kind of debauched angel. “God, you’re really good at that.”

He gives me a sly grin as he pushes to his feet. “I know. Number two. Have an orgasm from oral. Check, Gorgeous.” Noah winks again and runs his tongue slowly across his lower lip with his eyes on mine. “You taste amazing when you come for me.”

Holy fuck.

I sit up on the edge of the bed, gripping his hips, my thumbs sliding under the waistband of his board shorts. “Can I?” I ask, giving him back the words that he gave me.

He covers my hands with his. “You can, now and always. I’m yours, Han. You can do anything you want to me, whenever you want.”

“Anything?” I ask, pushing down his shorts. His cock springs free, long and hard and leaking at the tip, with a vein running up the side I want to lick so badly my mouth waters, and there’s a thought I’ve ever had before. The surprises keep on coming.

“Anything,” Noah says, pumping his fist up and down his hard length slowly, hissing out a breath when he rolls his hand over the head. “Touch it. Lick it. Suck it. Sit on it. Fuck it. It’s yours too.”

I lock eyes with him. “What if I want it to fuck me?”

Noah’s hand stutters on his cock. His eyes go molten and the noise he makes sounds like a cross between a whimper and a whine.

I don’t know why it’s so hot, but it is.

“Shit, Hannah. It would be my greatest pleasure.” He smirks.

“And yours.” He takes a step towards me, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me back, crawling up on the bed as he goes, his knees straddling my hips as I scoot back.

Dipping down, he plants his hands on either side of my head and presses his mouth to mine.

Parting my lips with his, he plunges his tongue straight into my mouth, groaning as he takes the kiss deeper.

He devours my mouth with his, and I taste myself on his tongue, something I’ve never thought was sexy until this second.

Dropping his hips, he rocks over me and slides his cock through my slit, coating himself in me as we moan together.

“I really want to be inside you,” Noah murmurs, brushing my cheeks with his thumbs as he glides himself against me again, his lips hovering over mine. “I need to be inside you.”

Another tiny shot of fear curls in my stomach, but I shove it away because this is Noah, and I want him more than I want to be scared.

Safe .

“Then get inside me.”

Lifting his head, Noah locks his gaze with mine and reaches down with one hand, hooking an arm under my knee, spreading me wide.

He notches his cock at my entrance and pushes just the tip inside.

My breath catches at the feel of him, at the way he looks at me like he’s cataloguing my every reaction as he pushes just a little deeper.

“Fuck,” he mutters, pulling out. “Condom.”

“No,” I say immediately, surprising us both, “I mean, I have an IUD, and I got tested after…” I break off, not willing to say Brett’s name in this moment that’s for Noah and me alone. “After,” I repeat. “I’m good if you are.”

“Shit, Gorgeous, you want me to fuck you bare?”

“Yes. I mean, if you want.”

“I want,” Noah says immediately. “I’m good too, but only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. I’ve never…” I break off again, biting my lip, not sure how to tell him I’ve never gone bare with anyone before.

No t even Brett. I never wanted to, and it’s a hell of a revelation when I’m lying here naked with Noah hovering over me to realize that I never trusted Brett enough to go bare with him.

If that surprises Noah, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he leans down and kisses my forehead, then my cheeks, and finally my lips, long and slow. “I’ve never either. I’d like it to be with you.”

“I want that too,” I whisper, linking my arms around his neck.

“Then spread for me, Gorgeous. Let’s see how well my wife’s pussy takes me.”

This is the moment my soul leaves my body.

I’ve wondered for months whether I would be able to have someone inside me again. Whether I would be able to be this close to a man again without freaking out. It’s both a relief and a joy to know that I can do this. That I want to do this. With him. Only with him.

Noah reaches down and runs a hand up my leg, gliding his thumb over my inner thigh as he locks eyes with me and circles the tip of his cock around my clit.

As the moan falls from my lips, he shifts his hips and pushes inside me slowly—so, so slowly that my breath catches in my chest, and I’m lost to the sensation of him stretching me open and caught in the intensity of his eyes on mine as he watches my every reaction.

“Oh, my god,” I choke out as Noah reaches down and rolls his thumb over my clit, the shot of pleasure making my body relax enough for him to slide in the rest of the way, our twin moans filling the space between us at the moment we’re fully joined.

The stretch of him is both too much and not enough at the same time, and I wrap my legs around him, needing to be closer.

Noah squeezes his eyes shut for a second, the evidence of his tattered control in the tight clench of his jaw, his furrowed brow, the way his breath gusts out.

“Fuck, Han. You feel… shit ,” he grits out, pulling out just slightly and rocking his hips forward in a motion that has me pulsing around him, almost desperate for more.

“I can feel you clenching around me,” Noah murmurs, leaning in and pressing a line of kisses up the column of my neck. “How badly you want me. You have no idea what it does to me, knowing you want me when I’ve wanted you so much, for so long.”

“Show me,” I breathe out, cupping his face in both my hands. “Show me how much you want me. Please. I need you to.”

And I do. Having Noah inside me, over me, is overwhelming in a way I can’t quite grasp.

Like he’s giving me back something that was taken from me.

Something I wasn’t sure I would ever have again.

The joy of it has my chest filling with air, my hands wrapping around Noah’s neck to pull his mouth to mine.

The second our lips meet, it’s like the tension between us shatters, control falling away as Noah pulls out and snaps his hips forward, his mouth never leaving mine.

We kiss in a wet, messy clash as he moves, rolling his hips to hit my clit perfectly every single time as I start to unravel beneath him, my hips thrusting up to meet his.

“That’s right, baby,” he mutters. “Let go for me. Come all over this cock. Make it yours.”

Noah shifts his hips so his cock hits a spot inside me that has me crying out, my hands falling off his neck to claw at the comforter, looking for something, anything to ground me from the dizzying pleasure taking hold.

Before I realize what’s happening, Noah reaches down and takes my hands, pulling them up over my head and locking his fingers around my wrists, pressing them to the bed as he pumps in and out of me, his mouth still fused to mine.

The panic slams into me hard and fast. It starts with a roaring in my ears. Sweat prickling the back of my neck. My whole body shakes. My lungs seize up, forcing the air out of them.

Breathe , I try and remind myself, but it’s no use .

I break the kiss and gasp.

My body is heavy and I can’t feel my legs.

Black spots dot the edges of my vision.

Wetness rolls down my face, and I realize it’s from my own tears.

Breathe .