Poems he wrote, p.15
Poems He Wrote, page 15
I can feel the heat of her center through my dress pants. I know she is dripping by the way I keep sliding all over her. A loud ripping sound reverberates through the space as I tear her tiny green thong off. I cup her soaking flesh, reveling in the way it drips down her thighs.
“So wet for me, Ljubavi.” I growl into her lips, dipping two of my fingers into her, accentuating every word. “So. Fucking. Wet.”
“For you.. Aghh…” She mewls, pushing her pelvis up, grinding her clit onto my palm.
“It was so fucking hot, Ronan. The way you claimed me. Fuck.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, baby. I wanted nothing more than to claim you back. To fuck you raw on that table, on those pearls, for you to scream my name for all those pompous pricks to hear.” I bite into her neck, starved for the taste of her skin. “I wanted to defile you right then and there.”
“Oh God… Fuck me, Noah. Please. I need you inside me.”
I press my digits harder into her, pumping them in and out, squelching noise becoming music to my ears as I wrap my fingers around her gorgeous neck and squeeze.
“Do you, baby?” I ask. “Would you like that, Ronan? For them to see what only I can do to you? For them to want you, but never have you because you are mine?”
Her walls clench down on my fingers, her face turning pink, her full lips stuck behind her teeth. She screams out as she erupts around me. My sweet, sweet woman. She rides it out, holding my waist tightly, grounding herself.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise her. That’s all she should ever hear. Praise.
I grab her dress roughly, pulling it up as I drop to my knees in front of her. Her gorgeous sex is right in front of my face. I can smell its tangy, sweet essence. My dick is weeping for it. My mouth is salivating. And as much as I want to bury myself deep inside her, I need to quench my thirst for her first.
“Let me worship you.” I say, looking up at her, and latch my lips onto her clit.
Her moans echo through my hallway, her head falls back against the door. I don’t care how much noise gets out of my apartment, I want the whole world to hear her moan this harmony caused by my body.
I dive, lick, nibble. I fucking feast on her. She pulses on my tongue, her juices smudging all over my face, running down my chin. I am drowning in her. Raking her fingers through my hair, she grabs it tight, and starts riding my tongue.
“That’s right, Ljubavi,” I manage to murmur. “Take what you need.”
“I am so close again. Oh my…. Fuck… Noah! How am I so close again?” she screams, her thighs trembling.
Her grip becomes vicious, and my scalp stings a little, but I don’t stop. I eat her ravenously. I need her to come.
“Take it out!” she says, and I oblige.
Somehow, I manage to open my belt and my zipper. My cock springs free behind it. Fuck, my boxers are completely soaked through. Gripping the base, I squeeze so tight I see stars behind my eyelids. A guttural sound leaves my throat. Fuck, it feels good.
“Stroke it for me.” She moans as her pussy pulses on my tongue.
I slide my fist slowly, top to bottom, going over my bars. I could come without even touching myself, just to the taste of her on my tongue. I keep rubbing myself and eating her out. Her moves become erratic, her hips going wild on my tongue.
“I need to come,” she moans, banging her head against the door. “I want to come with you inside me.”
She begs so sweetly, it makes my heart ache. I let go of my dick, and grab her hips with both of my hands, pulling her wildly all over my tongue, licking her whole surface. She tries to pull my face away, yanking my hair back, then again knocking her pussy back into me. It’s lovely seeing her try so hard not to come before I push my cock inside her.
“Please, please, please… Noah…baby I can’t hold it!”
“Hold onto me, Ronan.” I say, getting up and grabbing her thigh firmly. Lining up with her entrance, I shove myself inside her in one long, deep thrust. She smashes our lips together, as I rock my pelvis against her. Her pussy swallows me whole so beautifully. Ronan screams, sputters and curses as she falls over the edge. It feels so good. Her orgasm causes the tingles to gather at the bottom of my spine. The sensation is wild and raw. I want to…
“Oh, fuck, babyyy...” My voice is hoarse with lust.
Fuck.
Jesus. FUCK.
I can’t come.
I can’t fucking come.
I’m biting my tongue, holding out the best I can. It hurts not to come with her like this, but I am not done. I need more. I want more. I want her to hurt tomorrow. She rides it out, caressing me, kissing my face, looking at me gently. As the last twitches of her orgasm run over my shaft, I pull out of her.
“Let’s get you out of this gorgeous dress,” I say, pulling her to my bedroom.
Ronan reaches for my dick, but I slap her hand away.
“Bedroom, Ronan.”
She giggles, and walks in. Putting her hands on my desk, and bending over slightly, she looks at me over the shoulder. My involuntary twitching steals her attention for a moment.
“Take your clothes off, and then come here to unzip me,” she orders.
I reach for my suit jacket and throw it on the bed. My fingers slide up the middle of my stomach, and I watch her eyes darken with want once again. I slowly unbutton one by one, cascading my eyes down her body, drinking in the goddess in front of me. This stupid heart of mine is beating out of my chest.
Opening the shirt up, I flex my pecs, which earns me a lovely gasp. I chuckle, pulling the shirt down my back. My dick is still hanging heavy out of my pants, and I fist it once again, looking at her. Her round, plump ass exposed, the dress bunched around her hips. A bead of precome slides over the head. I rub my thumb over it, gliding the wetness down the shaft. It’s wonderful having her eyes on me. It’s like I am the only man in the world.
“Say it again,” I beg.
“You belong to me,” she says breathlessly. Her hand sneaks in between her legs and she starts rubbing slow circles.
“I want you so bad, Noah. I need you.”
“Imaš me,” I say softly, letting the rest of my clothes fall to the floor.
Her eyes find mine, and I know that deep down, she understands. She may not speak my language, but she speaks to my heart.
I near her, leaving the mess on the floor behind me. Her gorgeous, copper hair falls down her curves and I pull it all over one shoulder. I pepper kisses all over her back, teasing her in the sweetest way I can. She is still rubbing her clit slowly, but uses her other hand to show me where the zipper is. It runs from the center of her shoulder blades to her tailbone. I grip it with my teeth and pull it open. Goosebumps grace her gorgeous skin. Tiny straps fall over her shoulders and her breasts slide out the front of the dress. She wiggles out of it, turning to face me.
I prop her up on the desk, and spread her thighs enough to fit my narrow hips between them. Lining up my head to her center, I grab her face and look into her eyes. Adoration is all I see in them.
“Take me, Ronan,” I whisper onto her lips as I sink myself into her.
She gasps loudly and wraps her thighs around me. I grab her hair roughly as I stare into her eyes. My dick slamming into her wildly. I’m fast and rough, I need to be to prevent myself from saying those two words burning in my throat. The first time I tell her I love her cannot be whilst I’m balls deep inside her, even though I would kill for her to know.
She stares into me, moaning and writhing in my hands. My thumb finds her clit and I press on it harshly. She is so wet I can feel it dripping down to the table top. Her hands are roaming all over my chest, my back, my stomach. Her nails leave scratch marks on my skin.
“I love it when you mark me.” I whisper into her.
Ronan takes it as a sign to bite down into my pec, leaving a hickey behind. She does it again and again all over my skin. Biting, sucking, pulling. She is primal with it, and I feel my stomach tighten with heat again. My thrusts deepen as her thighs start shaking and her pussy starts clenching around me once more. I know she is right there with me. I push her back to lean into the desk, and knock a bottle of pen ink over. It spills and paints everything in royal blue.
“Paint me in it,” she says. “Leave your fingerprints on my skin.”
She lays down and grabs my hands to dip them in the ink. My hips don’t falter for a second. I keep fucking her deep and hard, grunting and whimpering, not being able to hold back.
With my palms covered in ink, I push her down and grab at her skin. I lean my torso onto her, grinding my pelvis against her clit. My hands grab at her thighs, leaving marks there, at her stomach, her ass, her gorgeous tits. I kiss her like I am dying for her, leaning my palm against her cheek, watching my ink paint her face. She moans loudly, linking her legs behind my back.
“I want you to come inside me.”
“Yeah? Paint you inside and out?”
“Please, Noah. Come with me,” she begs. “I am so close.”
Her words spur me on. She combusts around me with a loud scream.
“Noah, I l...” I smash my lips onto hers, swallowing her breath and words.
My orgasm crushes into me, causing me to jerk wildly inside her. I feel it spill out in waves. It’s a never ending pleasure. My heart beats rapidly in my chest, wanting to jump out and connect with hers. The look in her eyes speaks more than a thousand words, and I know it, deep in my bones, that she feels the same way I do. There is only us in this world, only our love, only our lust. Only her for me.
She brushes sweat off my brow, and mingles her fingers in my hair, dragging my face back to hers. Our kiss is deep and long, I get lost in it. I get lost in her. I want nothing but her.
“Noah,” she says softly.
My eyes roam all over her face, searching for the thing she wants to say. I see it. I see it all, I feel it all.
“You are the only one for me, Ronan.” I whisper into her lips, closing my eyes, leaning my forehead against hers.
“I know.”
22
Never Know - Bad Omens
Ronan
Noah fell asleep right after we showered. He wrapped me into his strong tattooed arms and drifted into the land of dreams. I, on the other hand, couldn’t force myself to sleep. My stomach is churning, my thoughts are all over the room, and to be honest, there is this sweet, yet painful rawness in my private parts that still pulses with every heartbeat.
I check my phone, reading over messages from Maria. She updated me every time my kitten ate, pooped or jumped around. She sent tons of pictures of Toma, in various states. I am so grateful she offered to cat-sit for me at the last minute.
I was never good with women, thanks to my mother, but I feel like I might have a potential amazing friend in Maria. She is kind and smart, loves books and animals, just like me, and she has this soothing voice even when she is angry. I guess I could try my best to win her over. Having someone friendly in my corner would be good, especially now that Corey is not so close. But having a girl friend would be amazing.
I get up slowly, unwrapping Noah’s hands from my body and disentangling our legs, trying not to wake him up. He looks peaceful and gorgeous with his slightly parted, still swollen lips and his beautiful black hair spilled all over the pillow. He is, objectively, a gorgeous guy, and it wouldn’t be fair of me to pick my favorite parts of him, but his hair just takes that first spot so effortlessly. I gently caress his cheek, pushing a black strand away from his face and peck his nose. He scrunches his face up, and I giggle.
Time to leave, Ronan. Let the man sleep.
I step into his ginormous slippers, wrap myself in a blanket and close the bedroom door behind me. His kitchen is not as spacious as mine, but I love it nonetheless. He even bought a green coffee pot just for me. I grab it, pour some milk in it and turn the stove on for it to boil as I rummage through his cabinets and cupboards, looking for instant hot chocolate packets.
I wonder just how many things he changed around here since I came back into his life. He keeps his fridge stocked with fruits and veggies, which I know for a fact he didn’t do before, since Tiana told me. He keeps buying my favorite brand of instant hot beverages, he stuffs his drawers with salty snacks and always has a bottle of water on his bedside table.
What do I do for him?
I lie.
Bubbly sound breaks me out of my thoughts just in time for me to stop the milk from flowing over the top. I empty the white hot chocolate packet into the mug and cover it with scorching hot liquid. The smell makes my stomach rumble with excitement.
It’s chilly outside, but I still open a window overlooking the street below to let the air and the sounds of nightlife in. There is so much beauty in this small town at three in the morning. The bakers are going to work, the teens are going home from their night out. There are no cars, just a few yawns here and there, and lots of laughter.
Pulling a chair right next to the window, I sit down and put my drink on the window sill. Before my mind goes into overthinking mode once again, I grab my book off the table and dive back into the story.
The plot of a husband and his best friend sharing his lovely lady does something funny to my insides. I never wanted to be with multiple people at once, but the idea of being filled up to the hilt everywhere is…well, enchanting.
I don’t know how many minutes or hours have passed, but my hot chocolate still sits next to the window. Untouched, and ice cold.
I ate the book up. Inhaled it. My hands are tired, my eyes even more. I love it. It’s been a while since this happened. I was too overwhelmed with everything considering my mother, my dad, Noah… I barely let myself eat and drink. I felt my food issues slowly creeping back in, looking to offer me comfort, but I pushed through. Noah pushed me through. And his reaction to me tonight shook me to my core.
I felt beautiful and wanted. I felt like I finally had a place in this world. Like I belong. And I might have been a wee bit rude towards that waitress, but come on. Who in their right mind gives away their number to an obviously taken man? Right in front of the woman he came with?
My head starts throbbing with jealousy again.
I did nothing wrong, I just gave her a taste of her own medicine.
Right? Right.
Grabbing my phone off the table to write a review of the book, I see it’s almost five in the morning. When will I ever sleep like a decent human being?
As I type away, describing every single emotion I felt reading this spicy piece of art, hands touch my neck gently and massage in slow circles.
“You were gone,” Noah says, his voice hoarse with sleep. “I thought you ran away again. I woke up and you weren’t there.”
“I was just restless, and I wanted to read.”
“Wake me up, Ronan,” he whispers into my hair, wrapping his arms around me. “Wake me up wherever you go. Please.”
He sounds like a scared boy. A man who just a few hours ago rocked my world with unhinged sex, sounds like he is scared. I did this to him.
“I am not going anywhere,” I say reassuringly, getting up from my chair, pulling him into a hug. “I’m not leaving you. You are my light.”
“Ronan… I…”
I get up on my tippy toes and kiss him. It’s my turn to stop him now. I know what he wants to say, I feel it too.
“Come back to bed with me. I can punch a few hours in.”
“Lead the way, gorgeous,” he says, kissing my forehead.
We stride into the bedroom hand in hand, and snuggle under the covers. I lay my head on his shoulder as he outstretches his arm for me and I smile up at him. His other arm is perched under his head, his legs are once again tangled with mine, and this weird wave of calmness and warmth falls over me.
My Noah.
My man.
“You wanna tell me about your book?”
“It’s…uhm…not a conventional romance,” I stutter.
“So? If you love it, I want to know about it. Tell me.”
And I do. I get into all nooks and crannies of the story, spilling the tea, laughing, and joking. He laughs too and makes these funny gasping sounds when the story gets to some interesting parts. I am sucked into his reaction to it and don’t even notice that I’m slowly drifting off.
***
Gentle kisses wake me up at some point.
Lips all over my nose, my eyes, my cheeks and chin, as Noah’s long, silky hair caresses my skin in their wake.
I would gladly make a deal with the devil just so I could be woken up like this every single morning for the rest of my life.
My soul would be worth it. Anything would be worth it.
“Wake up, gorgeous. It’s almost 2pm.”
I snap my eyes open, jolting upright, almost smashing my forehead into his.
“Woah, woah, woah!” he chuckles. “Easyyy, it’s Friday. You don’t work today.”
“Yeah, I know, but, Noah, my kitten?!” I say, my eyes bulging out of my head. I was supposed to pick Toma up at ten.
“I took care of that already.” He rubs his nose on mine at the same time my black ball of fur rubs her head into my elbow. “Maria called at 9:30, I answered. She wanted to confirm the pickup time, and since you were asleep, I decided to go get our girl.”
The way he says our girl looking at Toma makes my heart melt.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank youuu!” I whine, squeezing him around the waist.
He nuzzles his chin into the crook of my neck and kisses the skin there.
“You know I would do anything for you, right? That being said, breakfast and lunch are in the fridge, so I guess that means brunch for you?” Noah winks at me. “I did some rearranging, and put a coffee table next to the window. And there’s a surprise waiting for you on it and next to it.”
“What?” I ask, confused. A surprise? When did he do all that? Did he even sleep after he came to get me?
“You’ll see! I gotta run now, we are doing the monthly inventory lists today.”
He gets off the bed and bends down to kiss my forehead.
