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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 juices spilling 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.

It builds and builds until an orgasm hits that has black patches at the corners of my vision. Belly sore and voice hoarse from screams I didn’t even know I was making, Noah finally pauses long enough for me to catch my breath. “Oh god. Oh my god.”

I’m shaking and the strangest urge to giggle bubbles up until I can hardly contain it.

“Mmm, better now?” He kisses my inner thigh softly.

I nod. “So much better. Just what the doctor ordered. But what about you?”

He shushes me, climbing onto the bed and pulling me into his arms. I’m too floppy and dazed to protest anymore, so I curl up at his side and let him stroke my hair until my eyelids are drifting closed.

Which is ridiculous, because it’s the middle of the afternoon and I’ve done practically nothing but lie in bed all day.

Noah’s quiet for a while. When he still makes no move to continue, I blink open my eyes and look up at him. “Is everything OK?”

His hand on my hair stills. At that moment he shifts back to his human form, his skin changing from the pretty blue-green hue to the light tan of a guy who spends his free time in the sun. “Is this—am I hurting you, Olivia?”

“I—” I don’t know what to tell him. Is he asking about my pussy? My gut says it’s deeper than that.

Noah scowls. “I guess that’s my answer.”

“No. It’s not like that, I just…” I look away, unable to hold eye contact, and consider confessing the feelings I’ve definitely been developing. He said it was against the rules. I’m sure if I tell him I’ll miss him when I leave Australia, he’ll call it quits now. But I can’t face lying to him.

“I might have broken the rules just a little bit,” I tell him eventually, still not able to make eye contact.

A gentle hand at my chin encourages me to look up at him again. “What do you mean, Olivia?”

There’s something so intense in his gaze.

A need there I can’t put words to. For a moment it looks almost as if he’s feeling a little like I’m feeling now, desperate to hear the words I know won’t be said.

To know that he cares. “Well, I know you said you don’t do feelings, but I can’t help it.

I actually like you.” My eyes skate away from his again and this time he lets me.

I sit and tuck my knees up into my chest, unable to bear the incredible moment of vulnerability any longer.

Then he shocks me again by rubbing a hand over his face and saying, “Yeah. Me too. I mean I actually like you.”

I’m staring. My heart pounds against the base of my throat and my palms are sweaty. “You do?”

Noah lets out a little laugh. “I know. Wild, huh? I don’t like anyone very much. Myself included, but I like you, Olivia Zeston, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” The words burst from me. Thoughtless as an ocean breeze, wishful and stupid. Of course he will. Or I will, because I don’t want to stop.

“I think you’re full of shit.” His sardonic look twists the truth out of me.

“OK, look. It’s true. It will hurt when it’s time to say goodbye, but here’s the thing.

It would hurt just as much if that’s today or a week from now or months from now.

” God, imagine months of this. I think I will be completely and utterly in love with him after months of wicked grins from over the top of my pussy or thoughtful caresses when he thinks I’m asleep.

“Hmm.” Noah sighs. “So you’re saying I’ve already hurt you?”

“Maybe it can’t be helped.” I can’t stand the dejected look on his face. My lower lip trembles and tears threaten to well in my eyes, so I blink them back. “But you’ve also given me so much.”

He scoffs.

I take his hands in mine, willing him to believe me. “I would never have thought I’d find this kind of passion and kindness. Not in a million years. You’re only a friend and you already treat me a hundred times better than Justin ever did.”

He curses. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? That guy is a piece of work, but, Olivia, you deserve better. So much better.”

“I know.” I squeeze his hands. “I know because you showed me. And now I won’t settle for less. And I have you to thank for that.”

“Stop being nice to me, Zeston.”

“I’m not. I’m being honest.”

Noah sighs. “I know you are. You’re always honest with me. That’s one of the things that makes it so fucking hard not to like you. So what do you want to do? You have to tell me, or I’ll just keep taking and taking. I won’t be able to stop myself.”

The raw need in his voice makes my pussy give a tired flutter. “I don’t think you will. I think you’ll keep pretending to be a bad guy when you’re really the knight in shining armor.”

“Bullshit.”

“Well I haven’t forgotten that you came here and gave me about a hundred orgasms and you haven’t even come yet yourself.” I can’t help smiling when his cock twitches against his thigh.

“Well, if I let you make me come, will you take back that shit about me being a fucking knight in shining armor?”

I grin. “I’ll think about it.”

He reaches for me, and I let him guide my mouth down toward his cock. “Good. Get started then. Let’s see who’s not a bad boy.”

I can’t reply after that. My mouth is full.