PART 2
Despite their agreement, they still couldn’t stay away from each other. Instead, they started soft sexting. It began as just a flirty comment about what had happened the previous night and the suggestive stickers, but it quickly escalated to explicit messages of what they would do to each other. They sent streaks on Snapchat even when they were actively trying to avoid seeing each other in person.
The texts became more graphic; they exchanged messages and described vivid scenarios of where they’d touch, how they’d taste, and the sound they’d make the next time they saw each other. It felt like torture for Olivia until she couldn’t take it anymore and showed up at his house the day she gave him a mind-blowing head that he would never forget in a jiffy.
Still, she had decided against sex, and they both agreed.
The promise only lasted exactly four days.
Olivia stared at her phone as guilt churned in her stomach. He was right; she always chickens out. Sophia was a great person who didn’t deserve this and crossing that final line felt different from what they’d already done.
When the knock came at Olivia’s door the next evening, she wasn’t surprised. She strolled carefree towards the door as if she hadn’t spent the last few hours shaving or picking the see-through lace top that she was wearing or dabbing the perfume on her pulse points. Noah stood on her doorstep, and when his eyes travelled downward to take in her outfit, his jaw clenched. He took a slow and deliberate breath.
“I came to drop this off,” he said, holding the food bag up.
“Thank you,” Olivia replied, her voice breathy. “Would you like to come in for a drink?”
Noah held her gaze, and the look in his eyes changed. “I would love to.”
She opened the door wider, and as he passed, she inhaled the expensive cologne he wore. She took a moment to steady herself before closing the door and the second she turned around, Noah was on her.
One hand wrapped around the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair with possible pressure as he kissed her like a man who had been starving. There was nothing gentle about it; it was raw hunger. His lips moved with urgent demand, and his tongue swept her mouth with claims and taste. Olivia’s knees weakened and she clutched at his shirt to keep her upright.
His free hand slid up her lace top to find her breast and squeeze before his fingers found her nipple. She moaned into his mouth and he swallowed her sound greedily.
He bent to replace his hands with his mouth, sucking hard through the lace before pushing the fabric aside to get bare skin. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak as Olivia held him against her.
“Bedroom,” she gasped. “Noah, bed…”
But he had other ideas; he lifted her like she weighed nothing and carried her a few steps to the couch. He laid her down on the cushions and knelt between her legs. His large hands ran up her thighs as he pushed her skirt up around her waist.
“These need to go,” he muttered, hooking his fingers in her already soaked panties and dragging them down her legs.
As he spread her thighs wider, exposing her completely to his gaze, he ran one finger through her wetness and said, “Hummm, I like how your body reacts to me. I like how ready you are.”
Olivia would normally have responded with a witty retort, but her coherent thoughts had abandoned her. She could only watch as Noah leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. Then another one, closer and closer, until his breath ghosted over her centre.
The first touch of his tongue made her cry out, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound. He licked a slow, torturous path from her entrance to her clit, savouring her taste, and then he did it again and again.
When he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked, Olivia’s back arched off the couch. Her hands left her mouth and dived into his hair as she held him exactly where she needed him.
He slid two fingers inside her and began going in and out of her in the same rhythm with the movements of his tongue. Olivia grabbed the throw pillow beside her, hooked her legs around his neck and ground shamelessly against his face
“Noah, God… I NEED YOU,” she panted. “Please, I need you inside me.”
He increased his pace in response, his fingers pistoning faster as his tongue flickered rapidly against her clit. She was so close, almost on the edge and then he stopped.
Olivia’s eyes flew open in confusion and frustration, remembering the last time. But Noah was already standing, frantically working his belt and zipper. His hands shook slightly as he shoved his pants and briefs down. He didn’t bother removing his shirt; he was too afraid she might change her mind if he wasted any time.
He positioned himself above her, careful not to put his full weight on her, and used his hand to guide himself to her entrance. Their eyes locked as he pressed forward, sliding into her inch by inch.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck, Liv,” Noah groaned, his whole body shaking with the effort of going slow. “You feel so good, damnnnn.”
Olivia lifted her hips to meet him, taking him deeper, and they both shuddered. He filled her, stretched her perfectly, and for a moment, they just stayed there, joined together, breathing hot and hard.
Then Noah began to move. His thrusts started slowly at first, each one dragging along her inner walls in a way that made her see stars. He kept his eyes on her face, watching every expression, every gasp and moan. When he lowered his head to take her nipples in his mouth, still maintaining those deep, steady thrusts, Olivia wrapped her arms around him desperately, her legs still hooked around his waist.
“Harder,” she breathed. “Noah, please…”
He complied; his hips snapped forward with more force, hitting that perfect spot deep inside her with each thrust. The couch creaked beneath them, the sound mixed with their harsher breathing and the wet sounds of their bodies joining.
Olivia could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core. Noah’s rhythm faltered slightly, becoming more erratic, and she knew he was close.
“Come for me, Live,” he gasped. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
As if his words were the permission she needed, Olivia’s orgasm crashed over her. She came with a strangled cry, her walls clamping down on him. This sent Noah over the edge as he groaned her name. His hips jerked as he followed her into bliss, spilling inside her as his release overtook him.
They collapsed together, both breathing hard as their skin was slick with sweat. For a long moment, neither of them moved; they both tried to do anything but lie there.
Reality returned slowly again. “You should leave,” Olivia said quietly with a cold voice.
Noah pulled back, and she could see the hurt flash across his face before he masked it with anger. “Okay,” he said as she stood up to gather his clothes in silence.
Later that day, Olivia sent Noah the usual message.
But it did happen again. Multiple times, in fact.
For three weeks, Olivia and Noah fucked like they were addicted to each other — in her car, his apartment, hers, and once in a bathroom at a party. They just could not keep their hands off each other and at one point, Olivia stopped feeling guilty.
She was okay with the way things were until Noah showed up at her office.
Olivia looked up from her computer to find him standing in her doorway. The expression on his face was so serious that Olivia’s stomach almost dropped.
“Noah? What are you…”
“I broke up with Sophia,” he said, cutting her off.
Olivia froze, her fingers still poised over her keyboard. “What?”
“I ended it this morning.” He stepped into her office, closing the door behind him. “We clearly have something here between us, Liv. This is real; I don’t want to lose that.”
“Noah…” Olivia’s mind was reeling. “You knew there was something between us; we kissed, yet you still went ahead to date Sophia, you chose her.”
“That’s exactly why I want to correct the mistake,” he insisted, moving closer to her desk. “Liv, I really do like you. You are all I can think about. I think… No, I know I have fallen in love with you.”
Hearing those words would have made her happy before; there was a time she longed to hear them. But now all she felt was a cold knot of dread in her stomach.
“Can I at least think about it?” she asked quietly.
Noah’s face softened; he nodded and leaned across her desk to kiss her forehead gently before he left.
Olivia stood at her office window and watched him walk away. As he got into his car and drove off, she knew there was nothing left to think about. She had already made her decision.
She couldn’t date a cheating man. Even if she was the one he’d cheated with.
She knew she had commitment issues, but Noah? Noah had proven he was capable of cheating when something exciting came along and that was the last thing she needed.
Olivia opened her message box and began typing. The words flowed easily as she started; she typed the things she needed to say. He was a great guy; he was a good friend, their sex was incredible, and she was sexually attracted to him. But that was it; it had been fun and exciting, but it couldn’t be more than that. She couldn’t give him what he wanted, and his asking for a relationship had turned her off.
She ended the message with “Dear Noah, it was fun while it lasted,” and with that she hit send.
Three dots appeared immediately, showing he was typing. Then they disappeared. Then it appeared again. This went on for several minutes until he finally responded
Noah????????: I understand. I’m sorry for putting you in this position. You deserve better than what I gave you. Take care of yourself, Liv.
And that was it.
Olivia waited for tears to come, but they didn’t. Instead, she felt lighter. Sad, yes, but also relieved. She had made the right choice and once her mind was made up, there was no turning back.
And she was okay with that.
