PART 1
Olivia locked eyes with Noah as she slowly sank to her knees in front of him. The tiles were cold beneath her, but she barely noticed. Her focus was on the way his breath had gone shallow and the way his pupils dilated as he watched her go down.
Without breaking eye contact, her fingers found the zipper of his trousers, sliding them with deliberate slowness; she could feel him trembling. She could see the bulge straining against his jet-black briefs.
When she hooked her fingers into the waistband and slid the briefs down his thighs, his cock sprang free, thick and already hard for her. The sight of his long, veiny, slightly curved length sent a pulse of heat straight to her core, but she kept her cool. Her eyes locked on his face; she wanted to watch and enjoy every bit of it.
Noah sucked in a sharp breath, his hands clenching at his sides as she wrapped her hand around his length. Her palm felt soft and warm against his heated skin, and she could feel his pulse in her grip.
She bit her lower lip, knowing exactly what that did to him, and leaned forward. At first, she used just her lips to circle the swollen head of his cock, barely touching him but still teasing. The taste of him, slightly salty, bloomed on her tongue.
“Fuck…fuck, Olivia,” Noah choked out.
That reaction sent a thrill through her; she loved watching a confident man reduced to trembling need, and she loved how powerful it made her feel. Opening her mouth wider, she took him in, feeling the weight of him on her tongue, the silky-hard paradox of his flesh. He was thick; she could only take about half of him before his tip brushed the back of her throat, making her eyes water slightly.
She pulled back and let her tongue swirl around his length. She traced his prominent vein along the underside. When she released him with a wet pop, his cock glistened with her saliva. She used it to stroke him, gripped him firmly but gently, and with her other hand, she cupped his balls, rolling them carefully in her palm.
Noah’s head fell back, a groan rumbling from deep in his chest. His hand moved to brace against the wall behind him.
“Moan for me, Noah,” Olivia commanded, her voice husky. “I want to hear you.”
She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. Her head bobbed in a steady rhythm, her tongue working expertly while her hand continued to attend to his balls. The sounds he made were so desperate and his needy groans made her wet as her body responded to his pleasure.
Noah’s control finally snapped. His hand dove into her hair, gathering it in his fist; he began to guide her movements, pulling her forward onto his cock, then back with a faster pace. She relaxed her throat, letting him use her mouth, watching through half-lidded eyes as his abs clenched with each thrust.
“God, Liv, your mouth,” he panted, looking down at her.
She could feel him getting close. She could tell by the way his thrust became erratic and the way his grip tightened in her hair. She pulled back and deliberately brushed his hands away, taking control again. She tilted her head and took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking it gently while both hands stroked his length in tandem, twisting slightly at the tip.
“Fuck, Olivia, I am…” Noah’s whole body went rigid as he trembled.
She released his balls and straightened to position her face directly in front of him as she stroked faster. She angled his cock towards her bare chest just as he exploded, his cum splashing hot across her breasts, painting streaks across her skin and chin. His whole body shuddered through the waves of his orgasm, and she kept stroking and milking every last drop from him until he was shaking uncontrollably.
They stayed frozen like that for a long moment, both breathing hard. Noah let out a breathless, almost shy laugh.
“I never should have doubted you,” he said as he reached down to help her to her feet.
“Yeah, I told you so,” Olivia replied with a satisfied smirk, feeling his release cooling on her skin as she headed towards the bathroom.
Noah followed her, gloriously naked, his eyes tracking the sway of her hips. “Let me make it up to you, Liv.”
Stepping into the shower, Olivia glanced back at him over her shoulder. “Yeah? How?”
“I know you said no sex,” he said, leaning against the doorframe, “but I am very good at eating. I don’t want to use your words, but I can eat too.”
Olivia felt a glimmer of temptation. God, she wanted that. She craved the sensation of his tongue caressing her, luring her into complete oblivion. But reality set back in.
“Not this time, Noah. The last thing I want is someone walking in on us. You know what I mean. I need to leave here as soon as possible. But next time…I promise.”
Noah’s face fell with disappointment written all over it. He nodded and rested defeatedly against the doorframe. He wanted to watch her wash up; he wanted to memorise every curve of her body under the spray of water, but the look on her face was enough to make him leave. He left the door slightly ajar as Olivia continued to shower alone with her thoughts and lingering sensation of what had just happened between them.
***
Noah and Olivia have been platonic friends for years, the kind of friends who could finish each other’s sentences, who texted at random hours and were always together. This continued until the kiss they had mistakenly shared one cool evening when coming back from the bar. Both had said nothing about it and chose to let it pass. A few weeks later, Noah started dating Sophia. Olivia never understood how the math worked in his head, but she didn’t press him for it. She was happy for him, or at least she tried to be, even as the relationship grew more serious and began to create distance between them. They still texted and saw each other occasionally but things had clearly changed.
That distance held for months right up until three weeks ago.
Olivia had gotten promoted at work and it was the kind of accomplishment that deserved celebration. Noah had insisted on taking her out for drinks, just like old times. One drink became three, then five, and by the time they stumbled back to Olivia’s place, they were both pleasantly buzzed and laughing like they used to.
Noah crashed on her couch like he had done dozens of times before, while Olivia went upstairs to sleep off the alcohol.
She woke up a few hours later with a splitting headache and padded downstairs in an oversized T-shirt and sleep shorts to get water and painkillers. She met Noah awake on the couch watching some late-night show playing quietly.
He looked up when she entered. “Hey. How are you feeling?
“Like I drank an entire bottle of tequila,” Olivia groaned as she collapsed beside him after downing a glass of water.
They fell into their usual banter, with Noah teasing her about being a lightweight and Olivia firing back about his own late-night TV habits. Their laughter filled the quiet house and it felt good, like nothing had changed, until the laughter faded and something settled in its place.
The room went quiet. It felt like they were sitting closer than before, close enough that Olivia could feel heat radiating from his body. They were close enough to see the exact moment his gaze dropped to her lips.
Olivia’s heart began to race; she tore her eyes away to desperately break whatever spell this was.
“So… how’s Sophia?” she asked, her voice coming out smaller than intended.
“She’s good,” Noah answered with a sudden thickness to his voice.
The awkwardness settled over them again and Olivia was hyperaware of every inch of space between them. It felt dangerous, and hearing that he and Sophia were still good made her feel a certain way.
“I should go back to bed,” Olivia said as she stood up abruptly.
She moved to walk past him and escape safely to her room, but his hand shot out and caught her wrist. That touch alone sent electricity reaching up her arm.
“Liv…”
He pulled her gently and she lost her balance, tumbling on his lap. Before she could process what was about to happen, his hands cupped the back of her neck and his mouth crashed against hers.
There was something about unexpected kisses, especially forbidden ones. They catch you completely off guard, stealing your breath and senses. And even though every rational part of your brain screams that it is wrong, your body says otherwise, like it doesn’t care.
Olivia kissed him back for a few wild, desperate seconds before reality slammed into her. She pushed back against his chest as she broke the kiss. Her breath was coming in sharp gasps.
“We can’t,” she whispered, but even as she said it, her eyes betrayed her as she dropped them back to his mouth.
“I know,” Noah breathed hard. “I know,” he said again as he pressed his forehead against hers.
His eyes were dark and his pupils were blown wide with desire.
They stayed like that with their foreheads touching and both trembling with restraint. Then, as if possessed by the same reckless impulse, they lunged at each other simultaneously.
The kiss was nothing like the first. This was hunger from months of tension between them. His hands moved frantically over her body as if he were searching for the perfect place to land. He finally settled on her breasts. Even through her shirt, his touch scorched. He found her nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and index fingers with just enough pressure to make her gasp into his mouth.
The sound seemed to break something in him; his mouth left hers and trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and her neck until he reached her chest. He shoved her shirt up impatiently, exposing her breast to cool air and his heated gaze. When his mouth closed around one nipple, his tongue swirled and his teeth grazed it. This made Olivia’s back arch involuntarily.
“Oh god… Noah…” Her fingers tangled in his locs as she pressed his head tighter against her breast.
His other hand was already moving, sliding down her stomach and slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. When his fingers met the soaked fabric of her panties, they both groaned. His fingers slid through her wetness and found her clit with unerring accuracy.
Olivia’s hips bucked against his hand as he circled her sensitive bundle of nerves with mad precision. The sensation of his mouth on her breast and his fingers between her legs was overwhelming. She rocked against him as she chased the pleasure that was building in her core.
Then he stopped. Olivia’s eyes flew open and she almost wanted to protest, but the words died when she saw him bring his wet fingers to his mouth. He maintained eye contact as he sucked them clean, tasting her. The raw eroticism of that act almost made her climax.
“You taste incredible,” he murmured with a voice that was rough with desire.
Before she could respond, his hand returned, but this time two fingers pressed at her entrance. He pushed inside her slowly, filling her and allowing her to feel every inch. Olivia let out a soft cry, her head falling back as he curled his fingers, finding the perfect spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.
His other hand gripped her ass and lifted her slightly so she could ride his fingers. And she did; she ground against his hand with desperate abandon while his palm pressed against her clit with a delicious friction.
Feeling how close he was, he whispered in her ear. “That’s it, baby,” Noah encouraged, his voice murmuring. “Cum for me.”
Olivia’s arms wrapped tightly around his neck; she used him as an anchor as the pleasure built higher. His fingers pumped faster, curling with each thrust and when her orgasm finally crashed over her, she came apart in his arms with a shuddering cry, her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers.
“Good girl,” Noah whispered against her neck, placing soft kisses there as she trembled through the aftershocks.
It took several minutes for Olivia’s breathing to return to normal and for the world to come back into focus.
When she came back to her senses, she climbed off his lap on shaky legs. “This can’t happen again, Noah,” she said quietly, unable to meet his eyes.
