Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

N oah gathered Harper against his chest and held her close in the aftermath. The taste of her on his lips was like nectar, and the fact that he’d just brought his girl to a screaming orgasm filled his soft selkie heart to bursting point.

Everything was perfect—except for his engorged cock, throbbing between his thighs. He smirked, realizing there was three years of pent-up sexual tension in there.

But he could wait. Pleasuring Harper meant more than anything else. He’d put up with blue balls until he got his act together enough to bring condoms with him.

And then he felt her hand sneaking a path down his body. Stroking across his abs and lower, finding the hot, hard length of him.

She gave a happy little mewl. “Now you’ve taken care of my needs… I need to take care of yours… isn’t that what friends do for each other?” Her eyes sparkled at him and then she dropped little kisses on his pecs, across the hairs of his chest, down his belly to the thicker line of hair…

Noah stared helplessly down his body at his cock, and her fingers barely meeting around its meaty girth.

He’d love to be inside Harper right now… but with no contraception, and no lube to ease the way, he hadn’t dared think that anything would be on offer.

“I can’t, I mean we can’t… no contrac?—”

“I get that. But I can…” She stroked down his length again and Noah’s toes obligingly curled. “Your cock is beautiful,” she murmured.

He knew she’d experienced selkie cock—of course she had, with Wyatt—but he really didn’t want to think of that now, didn’t want to think of anything to do with Wyatt and the problems he caused.

Now her thumb pad was stroking over the swollen head, right on the most sensitive part of the tip, and Noah was reduced to unintelligible grunts of pleasure.

“I’d love to take you inside me, but I guess we have to save something for next time,” Harper said.

“You want a next time?” Noah managed out of dry lips.

She bit her lips and smiled. “Well, we do have to practice our lines, remember.”

“Yeah, and with my dyslexia we’ll need lots of practice,” Noah gasped, as she licked around his frenulum.

“Every night, I’d say, for the next fortnight.”

“Oh gods, yeah.”

Noah’s hips jerked as her lips sucked him into the warm wet space of her mouth and her tongue swirled around his cock, making it weep copious pre-cum down her throat.

But by the little hums of pleasure, he guessed she wasn’t hating the experience.

Noah gazed down at her working his shaft. It was such a gods damn turn-on. He couldn’t quite believe this was real after so many nights of jerking off to thoughts of doing exactly this with Harper.

Except this… this was a thousand times better than his fantasies. The sight of her halo of hair as she moved it away from her face, of her pretty pink mouth bobbing up and down on him, her other hand moving lower to cup his big ball sack, stroking it to the rhythm of her mouth on his cock.

Oh yeah, this was taking it to another level…

“I’m… It won’t be long, sweetheart… Ah fuck.”

A sudden whoosh of pleasure drew his balls tight, pounded up the length of his cock and oh gods, he was going to drown her…

With a shout, Noah’s hips rose off the bed as his orgasm hit with volcanic intensity. Somewhere in the maelstrom of pleasure, he vaguely thought if he was a gentleman he’d have pulled out… but she clearly loved it. She gulped happily, and finally sat up licking her lips and wiping the glistening moisture off her face.

“You taste like blueberry pancakes. And whipped cream,” she announced.

Noah burst out laughing. “Plenty of whipped cream, not so sure about the blueberries.”

“That was amazing,” she murmured, crawling back up and collapsing onto his chest.

Noah sighed happily as he hugged her tight, his whole body buzzing with pleasure. Sure, it was messy, but who cared? It felt so easy, so fun, so light. And then he realized why. It felt extra good because they’d been friends for so long already. The ease they had with each other, the banter, the sweetness of it all was just an extension of their friendship.

He was officially the happiest guy in the world right now.

He tilted her chin up and kissed her lips. Lips that tasted of his come. Maybe not blueberry pancakes, but sweet and pungent nevertheless.

They lay there for a while, Noah stroking circles on her arm with a big selkie hand, sated and blissed out.

Finally, Harper said, “I guess we should get on with those alterations.”

“In a moment,” Noah said, kissing the top of her head.

“And we’ve got our lines to learn.”

Noah grimaced, and she must have sensed it because she glanced up at him.

“Don’t worry,” she reached up and stroked his cheek, “I’ll help you.”

“I feel like an idiot,” he muttered.

“Why?”

“Not being able to read properly. I mean, I can, but not when I’m nervous. Like with the committee and you all staring at me, the words looked like a bloody foreign language.”

“It’ll be okay, we only have a short scene at the end of the show.”

“Phew, that’s a relief.”

“Yeah, all the other acts are the residents doing their party pieces. I think Gran and Toby are singing a duet of ‘On the Wings of An Eagle’. And there’s Mrs Melba, she’s a gorgon, she does a piano piece with her snakes all joining in. It’s quite funny, but she does it every year, so you know… nothing new.”

“What does our scene entail?”

“We do a skit about the gift gizmo machine breaking down. We have to try to fix it, but then it explodes. That’s the bit everyone loves, when the firecrackers go off. And of course, there’s a big drama because the presents have supposedly all been destroyed. But then of course, someone brings out a whole sack of them and we go around the audience and give them out. Weak as piss, but everyone loves it. They’d be devasted if we changed it.”

“Sounds like a piece of cake,” Noah said. “But right now, I think I’d rather practice kissing you.”

“Your wish is my command.” And when Harper held her lips up, Noah dived in for another helping of his beautiful elf.

It was nearly midnight when Noah left Harper’s cottage.

Of course, it would have been lovely if he’d stayed, but she had a 6 am start in the café and she wasn’t sure she was quite ready for the residents, particularly Gran, to find out she’d had a selkie stay the night.

Particularly the selkie they’d just hired as this year’s Santa.

Santa and his elf make out at the Monsters of Mercy retirement village.

Goddess, she could almost see the headline in the Motham Times .

They’d spent the rest of the evening getting his pants to fit properly, amid giggles and kisses, of course. And they’d drunk the wine, accompanied by a bowl of pasta, sitting cuddled on the sofa watching TV.

Her heart was so light now, so happy that they’d managed not only to clear things up but to finally get their act together, too. They hadn’t exactly discussed the whole “are we dating” thing, but that was pretty self-evident, wasn’t it?

Though… There was something about this whole Dina issue that still nagged at her.

They’d been too busy doing other things to mention it earlier, but now, on the doorstep, she needed to just clarify… for her peace of mind.

So after Noah kissed her one more time, she asked, “You know with Dina being pregnant, I’m kinda wondering why she came to you about it?”

She saw Noah stiffen, and prickles went up the back of Harper’s neck. This sense he wasn’t telling her the whole story was horribly familiar. “I mean, I thought you hadn’t seen her in months.”

“Not to speak of, no.”

She cocked her head, trying not to sound like a jealous girlfriend—even though she kind of was now—the girlfriend bit, at least. “Why did she feel the need to tell you?”

He sighed, stared up into the swirling snow. “I’m a bit involved in it all, I guess.”

“Involved!”

“I mean—not directly, but… look Harps, let’s not spoil tonight with this. I will tell you, I promise. Very soon.”

She took a step back; this all felt too reminiscent of that night on the boat. Noah blocking her questions, being evasive. “Noah, do you know whose baby it is?”

Noah was silent.

Finally, Harper said, “You’re not going to tell me, are you?”

“I will tell you. Just a couple of things to sort out first. We’ll discuss it next time, okay? Promise.”

She so wanted to trust him, but alarm bells were ringing. Harper took a big breath. “Okay then, fine.” She gave a little shrug. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow at rehearsal.”

Noah looked torn. He opened his mouth as if to speak.

“Don’t worry Noah, it’s fine. Really,” Harper said quickly. But it wasn’t fine. It churned her gut and made her feel slightly nauseous.

And when he went to kiss her, she could only manage a peck on the lips before closing the door.