8. Whispering Waves

Chapter 8

Whispering Waves

Jade

The problem with bottomless mimosas? It was easy—too easy—to lose count. There was the one I had while we waited for food, two during the meal, and one while waiting for the torture to end. I was feeling good, and not even my mother’s disapproving eye narrowing and pursed lips could change that.

After my father paid the bill, he cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. “The season opener against the Blaze is in three weeks. I expect both of you to be there, seeing as it’s here in LA.”

Before I could say no, Noah answered. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Under the table, I pinched Noah’s thigh. He jumped slightly but kept a smile plastered on his face .

My parents stood, and so did Noah, but I stayed seated. I wasn’t about to give hugs and goodbyes. I’d been foolish to even have an ounce of hope that my parents would treat me with the respect I deserved.

“We’ll see you then. Thank you for the vegetables.” My mother’s voice sounded so fake, I had to cough to cover my laugh.

As soon as they were out of earshot, I turned to Noah. “Seriously? We are not going to that game.”

“Why not? Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off me in public?”

I ignored the feeling in my stomach. “Please. I can control myself just fine. You’re the one who has control issues.”

Noah leaned in close, his breath tickling my ear. “Prove it then. Come to the game with me. I’ll be going with or without you, since, you know, I work for a sports apparel company and all.”

Damn him and his stupid, sexy voice. I blame the mimosas for making me feel all tingly. “This was supposed to be a quick fake relationship. Now we have to do this all over again?”

“I’m not so bad, am I?” He finished the rest of his drink and handed me mine. “Drink up. I’ll order us an Uber, unless you want to get a room and?—”

I put my hand over his mouth so he couldn’t speak, and his eyes darkened like storm clouds had rolled in. Fuck, I really loved when the ocean was stormy.

“Order us a ride.” I removed my hand and grabbed my champagne flute from him, throwing back the rest of it.

He watched me, his eyes not leaving mine. I needed to put an end to this before either of us took it too far. All brunch, he’d teased me with his hand on my leg or his hand on the back of my chair, his fingers brushing over my shoulder blade or absently playing with my hair.

We definitely sold our relationship to my parents, but I think, somehow, he sold it to me too.

No. Not a chance, Jade.

As we went outside to wait for our ride, I couldn’t stop stealing glances at him. At some point, he’d rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and his hair was slightly tousled, like he’d rolled out of bed after having it yanked all night.

I really needed to get my mind out of the gutter. This was all pretend.

“What do your tattoos mean?” I resisted the urge to trace the curve of the snake with my finger.

“I wish I had some cool story about them, but I just like snakes and scorpions.” He pointed to the scorpion that went from right above his wrist to the top of his hand. “I do wish I would have gotten this one higher up.”

“I think it’s sexy.” I smacked my hand over my mouth.

He grinned but didn’t say anything, which filled me with relief.

The ride home was uneventful, with Noah sticking to his side of the back seat and me to mine. I was in a bit of a tipsy haze when the driver pulled into my driveway.

After thanking the driver, I stepped out of the car, Noah right behind me. The world felt a little off-kilter, but I managed to walk in a mostly straight line to my front door. Maybe my mom was onto something when she said it was too early to drink. It wasn’t even noon .

Noah followed me, his hands shoved in his pockets. “So, that wasn’t too terrible, was it?”

I turned to face him, leaning against the door for support. “No, it wasn’t. Thank you for playing along with the whole boyfriend, girlfriend thing. I know it was a lot to ask.”

He shrugged, a playful smirk on his lips. “It’s not every day a beautiful woman needs me to be her fake boyfriend.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the way my heart fluttered at his compliment. “You needed me to be your fake girlfriend just as bad.”

Noah put his hand against the doorframe above my head. “Tell me, Jade… do you really have a dildo collection?”

I was surprised by his bluntness, but I wasn’t one to shy away from talking about sex toys. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

There was a moment of awkward silence as we stared at each other. If he leaned in and kissed me right now, I’d probably let him.

Down, girl.

Biting my lip, I considered if I really wanted to open this can of worms with him. My mouth didn’t seem to get the memo. “Do you want to see them?”

Noah’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously?”

I turned, unlocking the door. “I run an eight-figure sex empire. Of course I’ll show you my dongs.” I giggled as I opened the door, finding Captain sitting right there in the middle of the entry, staring. “Ah!”

I jumped back into Noah, who wrapped an arm around my stomach to steady me. Captain meowed in greeting before walking toward the couch .

Noah put his lips right next to my ear, his breath tickling as he spoke. “Scared of your pussy, Jade?”

My nipples hardened at the way he said pussy , and I really struggled not to moan. I could end this now. Send Noah home and forget any mention of dildos ever happened. But why would I do that?

I leaned back against Noah’s solid chest, my mind wandering to what it would be like if he spun me around and pressed his lips against mine. Would his kiss be soft and sweet or rough and demanding? Would his hands tangle in my hair or slide down my back to grip my ass?

Noah stepped back, breaking me out of my fantasy. “Were you going to show me your collection?”

Right. The dildos. I nodded, grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs to my bedroom. It was still mostly bare, with just my bedroom set.

I pulled Noah into my massive walk-in closet, where I currently had my toy collection displayed. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of at least a hundred different toys, ranging from classic vibrators and dildos to the more unique ones, like a tentacle and one made of stacked skulls.

“Wow.” He ran a hand over his beard. “This is impressive.”

I ran my finger along a banana split one—a shaft in the shape of a banana and two scoops of ice cream for the base. “What can I say? Some girls like shoes, I like fake cocks. Most of these are from other companies. It’s market research.”

“This is some serious market research.” Noah walked along the shelves and picked up a pink glass dildo. “Is this…?”

“A dildo with a real flower preserved inside? Yup, sure is.” I plucked it from his hands and held it up to the light. “It’s one of my favorites. Beautiful and functional, especially when I stick it in the freezer for a few minutes.”

He shook his head. “I never knew half this stuff existed. Although, I’m not sure why anyone would need anything besides the real thing.”

I scoffed. “Bold of you to assume the real thing can compete.”

Noah stepped closer, my feet moving backward until I ran into the closet island. He placed his hands on the top, his arms on either side of me. “Is that a challenge?”

My breath hitched, and his proximity sent goose bumps racing across my skin. “No, I was just saying?—”

“Because I’d be more than happy to prove you wrong.” His voice was low and husky, his eyes going all tumultuous ocean on me again.

My brain short-circuited as Noah’s gaze dropped to my lips. Holy shit, was this happening? All coherent thought flew out the window. I couldn’t think past the desperate need for him to kiss me.

But we couldn’t. We still had to fake this thing in three weeks at the football game, and if I slept with him now, I really didn’t think I’d get through the game.

“Let me show you how good it is.” Well, that wasn’t much better, but it was out there now. “Pick what you want me to use.”

His mouth opened and closed, then he looked around the room. “Where are the Ravishing Whispers toys?”

I put my hand on his chest and gave him a little push, so I could show him. He entwined our fingers before I could pull away.

It felt... right.

Trying not to think too much about my feelings, I led him across the room to where I had the collection showcased right in the middle, lights shining on them from above. “Here they are. I have a few in my nightstand too.”

“I want to watch you use your favorite one.” The eagerness in his voice made my pussy clench.

“Okay,” I whispered.

My heart was beating so hard that I could hear it in my ears as I led Noah out of the closet and into my bedroom. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this, but the desire in Noah’s eyes was too much to resist.

I walked to my nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out my toy that had a ribbed shaft that thrusted and rotated, with an attached clit stimulator that vibrated. I also grabbed the lube, because, let’s be real, lube made everything better.

I turned to Noah, who was still standing in the middle of my bedroom. “Sit on the end of the bed.” My voice was surprisingly steady, considering what I was about to do.

He complied, his eyes never leaving me as he sat down. I kicked off my sandals and slipped off my panties, feeling a thrill at the way he watched me with rapt attention. The fact he was into this was making me even wetter.

I climbed onto the bed, propping my pillows against the headboard. “You’re only allowed to watch.”

He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “We’ll see if you still feel that way in a few minutes. ”

I held up the toy and turned on both parts so he could see what it did. “This is called Whispering Waves because it gives a woman waves of pleasure. It’s our best seller.”

He bent his knee on the bed and turned to face me. “But can it suck that sensitive skin under your ear or bite your nipples while it fucks you?”

“Not needed.” I turned off the toy and undid the straps of my dress, letting them fall before reaching behind me and unclasping my bra.

Noah’s eyes were glued to my chest as I let my bra fall away. “Fuck, Jade.” He scrubbed a hand over his face.

I ran my thumbs across both nipples that were pierced with barbells and groaned. “Wait until you see my cunt.”

“Show me.” He scooted a few inches closer. “Spread those gorgeous legs and let me see how wet you are.”

“You didn’t ask nicely.” I sat back against the pillows but kept my legs flat on the bed.

“Please, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy.” His breaths were already coming faster, and I hadn’t even started the show yet.

I pulled my dress up, opened my legs, and placed both feet on the bed. The groan that left him was pained and made my clit ache to be touched.

Before I grabbed my toy, I spread my lips for him to get the full view of my clit piercing. It was my gift to myself on my twenty-fifth birthday, and I had no regrets.

Grabbing the bottle of lube, I squeezed some onto my fingers and coated the shaft of the toy. I was wet enough, but the extra glide made it feel so much better.

“This is actually happening.” Noah watched as I rubbed the head of the toy up and down my slit before slowly sliding it inside me. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

I turned it on, the movement making my hand tingle. I pulled it out, circling it over my clit, gasping at the sensation. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against the pillows as I continued to tease myself.

Noah’s breath turned ragged as I slowly inserted the toy again, moaning at the feeling of it filling me up. With my other hand, I helped position the clit stimulator and pressed the button to activate that part.

Although the toy had thrusting action, it was only about half an inch’s worth, so I began to move it in and out, my hips rolling with each thrust.

I opened my eyes to look at Noah. His hands were clenched in his lap. I knew he wanted to touch me, but he was following my rules.

“Noah.” I moaned, playing with one of my nipples. “Tell me how you’d fuck me.”

“I’d start by kissing my way up your thighs.” My God, the rasp in his voice was sexy. “I’d take my time, teasing you with soft kisses and gentle bites. I’d breathe in your scent.” He inhaled deeply through his nose, like he had his face right between my legs.

I turned up the settings on my toy, the vibrations intensifying. Biting my lip, I let my eyes settle on the bulge in his pants. He was probably bigger than the toy.

“Then I’d spread you open with my fingers.” He licked his lips before he continued. “I’d lick you slowly, savoring the taste of you on my tongue. Then I’d flick my tongue over your clit and that sexy little ring, making you squirm beneath me. ”

“More,” I moaned, my hips bucking against the toy as I imagined his mouth on me. I could almost feel his hot breath against my skin.

My orgasm built, but I didn’t want to come yet, so I moved the toy so it wasn’t directly on my clit; I wanted to hear more of Noah’s dirty talk.

“I’d slide two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that spot that makes you see stars.” His voice was getting more and more strained. “I’d fuck you with my fingers while I suck on your clit, making you come undone beneath me.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out, my body shaking as the orgasm hit me. So much for not coming yet.

“That’s it, come all over that toy like you’d come on my cock.” He unbuttoned his pants, his eyes not straying as my body shook.

He stood, pulling out his cock, long and thick, just like I’d thought he’d be. As I started to come down from my high, I watched him stroke himself.

I turned off the toy but left it inside me. “Then what?” My voice didn’t sound like my own.

“Then I’d slide my cock inside you, and I’d fuck you slow and deep, making you feel every inch of me. Would you like that, Jade? Do you want my cock filling that tight pussy?” He stroked faster, inching closer to me.

This was going too far, yet not far enough. I wanted him inside me, fucking me instead of his fist.

“Please,” I moaned, my hand going to my clit as I imagined Noah inside me.

“Please? Does your greedy little pussy want to come again?” He was right next to me at the side of the bed. So close that I could lean over and take him in my mouth if I wanted to.

I nodded, unable to speak as I somehow teetered on the edge again.

Still pleasuring himself, he reached between my legs, grabbing the toy and pulling it out. I gasped at the emptiness and at his boldness.

He brought the toy to his mouth, groaning as he slid it between his lips to taste me. As he sucked on it, his eyes never left mine.

The sight of him tasting me on the toy was so erotic, I was done for. “Noah!” My pussy clenched hard around nothing, and my fingers and toes burned as I came for a second time.

He threw the toy onto the bed, working himself harder. The raw desire in his eyes made me feel so powerful, and I wanted to give him more.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He was close; I could tell from the strain in his voice and muscles.

I scooted down the bed, so I was lying flat. “Come on my chest.”

He let out a strangled noise, his hand moving faster. I watched, mesmerized, as he unraveled, shouting my name as he came all over my tits.

I’d never let a man come on me like this before, and I was surprised that I liked it. I wanted every last drop of him marking me.

After he was spent, he sat down on the bed next to me, both of us breathing heavily. I lay there, feeling like all my bones were mush, as the reality of the situation sank in .

This was supposed to be a fake relationship, but what we had done was anything but fake. It felt all too real.

I pushed the thought away, reminding myself of the countless times I’d been hurt in the past. “I should, uh... get cleaned up.”

Noah looked over at me. “That was the hardest I’ve ever come.”

“Same.” And I truly did believe it was. Something about him watching me made me feel everything that much more strongly.

I reached for the tissue box, but he got to it first, pulling several out. He wiped my chest and dropped the tissues onto my nightstand.

I yawned, needing a nap after the orgasm and mid-morning mimosas.

He leaned down, kissing me gently. His lips were so soft, and I could taste myself on them. I kissed him back, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.

But then I remembered what this was and pulled away. “You should go,” I whispered against his lips.

Noah nodded and stood, pulling up his pants and buttoning them. “I... thank you.” He shook his head with an embarrassed laugh. “I mean, yeah. I’m going to go now.”

I watched him leave, my stomach twisting because I really didn’t want him to go. Which was exactly why he had to.