Looking up at me, I pulled her to my face. She wanted to speak, her lips opened softly, her tongue raised towards her teeth. But I stopped her.
I pushed my tongue in her mouth, tasting the words that wanted to escape but never had the chance to form. Her tongue wrestled with mine, arms firming around my shoulders to pull herself up.
Noella didn't break the kiss. She let me consume her, let me indulge in the honeyed flavor of her mouth. If I wanted to stop myself, or have that second of thought, I couldn't.
She was what I needed in so many ways.
My heart raced inside my chest, beating fiercely against the walls containing it. I could feel my cock throb, pulsing against the flesh of her thigh. Her fair skin was tinged pink, the muscles of her thighs shaking with desire and nerves.
She knew I was going to fuck her, and she was going to let me. Even with her false affection for protection. If she didn't want it, if she didn't feel it like I did, she'd be back in her seat, closed off and unwilling to keep going.
But Noella was pushing back, grinding her pussy into my lap. The wet heat radiated, dampening the fabric of my jeans.
Our eyes froze on each other, as her body lifted up. Sliding her pussy across the swollen tip, I drove myself inside. Her spine firmed, sitting her straight up, hands clasping around my neck.
Every inch of my cock was buried deep inside her. Rocking her hips, she rode my length, gliding up and down. Starting off slow, she raised up on her knees. Her tits leveled with my eyes, perched like two perfect rain drops.
Bringing my teeth up, I nibbled on her nipples. Finding her pace, my fingers slid up to the small of her back, gripping the dimples rested just above her ass. Jerking my hips up, I pushed myself in as far as I could go.
“Noella, fuck Noella.” Biting my lip, my cock throbbed, the heat bubbling up into my stomach. If I had one weakness when it came to sex, it was having her on top.
Trying to hold back, I felt her body quiver, a delicate coo forced out from her mouth as her head fell back.
The tell tale sign she was about to come, about to cream all over my dick. That was all it took. My balls went taut, trembling from below, my thick shaft pulsed inside her. Pump after pump I shot my come in waves into her pussy.
Every muscle in my body tensed, beads of sweat trickled over my forehead, dropping with soundless splashes onto her thighs.
Lifting my head to her face, she stared at me. Her body relaxing and eating up the orgasm that just electrified her insides.
Without her speaking I knew what she was thinking; what was running through her head in a rapid cascade of thoughts.
We had just done what she thought she didn't want to.
We fucked without protection, without a barrier. She had just given herself to me again, fully and ultimately with no regrets. A smile emerged from behind her eyes, growing across her face.
“I don't know how you do this, how you get me to drop all my guards. But you do, Hegan. You do.” Her head fell onto my shoulder, chest resting against mine.
And our breathing became one.
One inhale, one exhale.
In our little cocoon, the world around us was fogged out. The windows were glazed in a haze, the sounds of outside masked by our lungs.
And in that moment, in that space, she was mine.
No one in else in the world could reach her.
She was exactly where I wanted her.
Chapter Twelve
Noella
How is he doing this to me? When I'm with him, all I want is him. But he's dangling my mother over my head. I'm supposed to hate him, but I don't.
I want to and should... But no matter how much I think I do, he gives me feelings I've never felt before. The tingles in my belly, the nervous knots that roll around when I'm about to see him, or just plain next to him.
What the fuck! How can this happen? How can I actually want the man who is trying to force me to have his baby? It didn't make sense, and it wasn't rational. I knew that, but I couldn't stop the feelings, couldn't halt the electricity between us.
He's a man who's been given an option, a man who also feels there is no way out.
And his father is a piece of shit. Trying to push on Hegan what he thinks he should be and what he thinks he should do with his life.
It's not right.
A parent is supposed to be there for support and encouragement. I've been lucky, my parents had always stood beside me and let me find myself; let me be who I wanted. Not once did they ever try and push themselves and their views on me.
That's how it should be.
Parents were there as a guide, a pillar of what was right and wrong. But in the end they gave us the tools that a child would need to make the right choices and decisions in their life.
After lunch with Brandon and Stella, a part of me began to feel really bad for Hegan. All he wanted was for his parents to accept him for him. But they didn't.
His mom seemed like she wanted to, but didn't feel she could. She didn't give him the same deadened look as his father. Stella had a warmer expression; a tender side that had been drowned for so long by their lifestyle, and her husband's ideal image.