Chapter Seventeen
-Royal
I needed a cold shower and I needed it right fucking now. I was beyond grateful when I found out that Viviana wasn’t home yet, and that I could jump right into the shower without having to worry about what would be happening to Noelle while I was otherwise preoccupied. I was a man that needed to take care of himself, and I was going to do so right fucking now.
I headed straight toward my bedroom, and the second the door closed behind me I was pulling away my clothing, ripping off my shirt and pants at mach speed. The clothes were too much. The friction they were causing against my skin was more than I could handle.
I needed to rid myself of these thoughts and feelings I was having for Noelle. I needed to restrain myself from walking right across the hall to Noelle’s room, pulling all the clothes from her body, and fucking the shit out of her. We were far too close to each other back there in the car, we were far too close to go further than I knew she was ready for. It took everything in me not to prove to her just how much I really wanted her and just how right we would be together.
She was in my head and under my skin all day, every day. From the minute I woke up until the time I fell asleep, she was all that was running through my head, and now it seemed she was my reason for needing to beat off. God I was so fucking screwed, and not even in a good way.
I turned the faucet over as hot as it would go, allowing the bathroom to fill with steam. I stood in front of the mirror waiting for the water to get hot. I stared at the reflection showing back at me. My dark brown hair a mess from where Noelle ran her fingers through it, my light blue eyes tired but hungry. I could see the small bruise still healing from the fight with Dom and the tension in my muscles.
There was a small scar above my right eye where I was cut with a knife in a fight back when I lived with my mom. That life and the things I went through seemed to be ages ago, although it couldn’t have been more than a few months ago. It’s amazing how life can change a person in just a short amount of time.
The life I was living now wasn’t anything to be proud of. I still fought, and I was definitely still pissed off at Mark. I hated Viviana. I was still just fucking chicks for fun, but Noelle… she was different. A whole other perspective to things. Parts of her made me want to be a better person, while the other parts of her made me feel content just being the person I was. Noelle didn’t try and change me. She didn’t care about what people said about me. She saw the good I had in me when everyone else saw the bad. They didn’t care to investigate deeper into the situation.
We were on each other’s team, and today proved that more than ever. Noelle was done giving a fuck about what people said to her, a point I had already hit. I pulled the shower curtain back and stepped into the hot spray, the water easing my muscles as soon as it hit my skin. Being around Noelle when I wanted to do nothing but devour her caused me so much anxiety. It literally pained me to be within touching distance of her and not be able to do a damn thing to ease myself.
I couldn’t touch her, kiss her, or even look at her without the need to take her and claim her as my own, and I fucking would. I might be a bad man, I might fight and hurt people, but I would never do anything to hurt her. I would never betray her or talk down to her the way that others have.
I gripped my cock in my hand, leaning my head against the tile wall of the shower stroking myself rigorously to the mental image of Noelle in nothing but her pink bra and panties.
“Do you want this cock, baby?” My voice cracked, and desire dripped from my words. Her eyes looked deeply into mine with uncertainty. God, she was so fucking fragile and precious. One of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. She was like the moon, parts of her were always staying hidden.
The scene played out before my eyes, my mind the canvas that it was playing upon. I was painting a vivid dream that would never take place.
Noelle’s body was laid out on top of my sheets. Her naked body glimmered in the light as beads of sweat started to form on her chest and roll down her body. I wanted to lick them away, and nibble on that plump bottom lip of hers. My finger gliding from the tip of her collar bone down her sweet, perfect torso until landing right above her mound. Would she let me fuck her raw? Like I wanted? Would she be able to handle the dark and dirty that I was?
I pumped harder into my hand, my pace and grip almost painful. The hot water sprayed against my back, adding to the pleasure that was tingling throughout my body. Every single stroke pushed me closer to the edge, every image of Noelle flashing before my eyes made my cock harder— forcing my cock into a relentless battle. Oh how I wanted to come, but at the same time didn’t because when I did that meant the dream and images of Noelle letting me fuck her were gone.