Chapter 4 : Home Run

*Jane*

Of course, he has a penthouse apartment.

I don’t know why I was even surprised at this point.

I look around, perplexed at the sheer amount of luxury around me. The left wall of the living area consists of a series of oversized floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city below, offering a view so spectacular that I walk over to get a better look.

I don’t know if he decorated the place himself but it’s done well, with minimalist features that are simple but masculine. Absentmindedly, I pull at the oversized jacket he draped over my shoulders tighter around me.

I’m struck again by the difference between the way I grew up and the lifestyle he is obviously accustomed to. I’d be lying to myself if I claimed it wasn’t at least slightly intimidating.

“I’m surprised you’re not offering me a nightcap,” I joke, turning to look at him. He’s keeping a respectful distance, similar to how he did the night of the party. Like he’s waiting for my cues before he tries anything. That puts me at ease, remembering how respectful and sweet he’d been before I knew who he really was.

He snorts at my little remark. “I think you’ve had enough alcohol for a while. Plus, I like getting to know you sober.”

“Hmm.” I move away from the window to the display case holding several important-looking baseball bats. “Collectibles?”

“Yeah, some of them are,” he answers, walking with me. “Some of them were gifts from other people. Most have no value besides nostalgia.”

By now, he’s standing right next to me. We’re not touching, but the loud silence and ever-closing small space between us feels oppressive under the tension drawing us together. Something in the air is on the verge of snapping and I don’t know what the outcome of that is going to be. I have a feeling it’s one I’ll probably enjoy.

“Want me to show you how to hold the bat?” Noah asks, his voice smooth and completely without the ragged breaths that I’m sure would punctuate my words if I had to open my mouth. “You know, for the sake of your pending baseball career.”

I nod my head, smiling as he picks one off a rack and passes it to me.

“Your non-dominant hand goes at the bottom,” he explains, moving to stand behind me. I’m very conscious of the feeling of his breath against the nape of my neck, of the goosebumps that pick my skin when I smell his cologne and feel the solid wall of his chest brush my back.

“Stack your hands on top of each other and line up your knuckles,” he continues, his voice now dropping to just above a whisper as he helps me find the right position, brushing his palms against my knuckles. Our hands are technically the only parts of our bodies in contact with each other, but it feels almost obscene for the thoughts that minimal contact sends racing through my mind.

The lust I felt during dinner comes back full force, more potent than before and when I lean back against him, feigning ignorance as I try to find a comfortable stance, I can hear him swallow hard. He uses just the very tips of his fingers to slowly tease their way down my arms until his hands reach mine and close around them.

“When you go to swing, keep a slight spring in your knees as you bend. Adjust your stance just a little.” He uses the cage of his arms he has around me to rotate me slightly. When he speaks again, his lips are right on my ear. I shudder, and I can feel his smile.

“Hinge slightly at the hips and then … release.” We move together, finishing the setup with the final swing. He doesn’t back away once we’re done, and I don’t want him to.

“Perfect.”

I turn my head to look at him, to make some kind of sarcastic remark about my newfound athletic prowess, but anything I might’ve said disintegrates as he leans down and kisses me.

I make a small sound, something between a sigh and a moan and when he hears it, he gently takes the bat from my hands and flings it to the nearest couch. Instead of turning me to face him, he keeps me with my back pressed against his front, one hand settling on my hip and the other snaking its way along my side.

Patient as he is, there’s a heat behind the kiss that I know is going to lead to more and I’m hungry for it too, all previous fears evaporated now that I know what he tastes like. Finally, he pulls away but his hands are still on me. He leans his forehead against mine, and my breathing comes too fast and too shallow.

“As painful as it would be, we can stop now,” he whispers, caressing my hip. “You don’t have to go further than this.”

“I want to.” I place a hand behind his neck so I can draw him back in for another kiss. He lets me, his grip on my body beginning to roam. His touch is featherlight as he teases whatever exposed skin he can get his hands on. His hands are now fully under my sweater.

I shudder again and my mouth pops off his.

“Jane,” he says roughly, urgently. “Are you sure about—”

His voice cuts off as I push my ass back into his crotch, and I gasp when I feel his already hardening cock straining against his jeans. He groans deeply, his hands suddenly gripping my hips more tightly as he grinds himself into me. His whole body seems to cave around our point of contact and he leans down, resting his forehead on my neck for a few seconds before he grabs my face and turns me to him.

His lips find mine again and this time his kisses are more desperate, his tongue seeking mine as we continue to move. His hands now move to cup my ass as he begins to backwalk me to what I assume is a bedroom.

I’m so damn grateful that there are bedrooms downstairs.

On the way, he begins taking off my clothes, starting with his jacket. I return the favor, and it becomes a race to see who can get the other naked first, our hands sometimes getting in the way of each other so that we laugh into our kiss.

But when we finally reach the bed, both naked and breathless, we’re not laughing. He stops to look at me, taking me in fully for the first time and I see his breath hitch as his eyes roam over me.

He looks like he’s starving, and someone just presented him with a buffet.

He moves me to the bed, his lips ravenous on my skin as he begins to kiss my neck. My hands go to his back, fingers digging in slightly whenever he finds a particularly sensitive spot. By the time he gets to my chest, I’m dripping wet and desperate for any kind of stimulation.

“Noah…”

At first he doesn’t answer, preoccupied with staring at my tits. I’m about to say his name again when his hot mouth wraps around my right nipple and I arch off the bed with a gasp. My hands move to tangle in his hair as his tongue flicks across the sensitive nub, experimenting to see which movements of his tongue set me off.

God, it feels amazing. My hips buck up as I try to communicate what I want, but he doesn’t seem to notice, pinning me back down to the mattress before sliding his hand up to play with my other nipple. My head lolls back with a sigh as I let him devour me.

“You have amazing tits,” he mumbles, switching his mouth to the left one. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on them since you opened that door.”

I try to laugh, but it comes out ragged and harsh. “Really? And here I thought it was my wonderful personality that reeled you in.”

“It was,” he says, reluctantly prying himself away from my chest to look at me. “It’s just a bonus that you happen to be the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Bullshit.” I grab him by the neck to pull him down. As we kiss, I try to roll us over so I can straddle him, but he won’t let me. “Really?” I grumble between kisses. “You’re not playing fair.”

“I think this is more than fair,” he responds, moving one hand down my body to run a finger through my wetness. I groan and he curses under his breath, continuing to play with me without touching my clit. I try to reach for his cock, but he shifts us so that one of his hands pins both of mine against the mattress.

“Fair’s fair,” Noah says against my lips before dropping a surprisingly chaste kiss.

But then he’s moving lower, kissing and licking his way down my body until he has my hips in his hands and his face between my legs. He presses his mouth against the inside of my thigh. “May I?”

The pleasure coursing through my body stops for just a moment as I freeze.

My ex never went down on me. Well, no, that’s not quite true, he tried it once or twice. But he didn’t seem to enjoy it very much and always preferred to just get straight to penetration. And the few times he did were not good.

I wasn’t sure how many guys actually did that and enjoyed it.

“You really don’t have to,” I offer, and something flashes in Noah’s eyes.

“You don’t want me to?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that I don’t expect you to. My ex wasn’t a big fan and I don’t want you to do something just because you feel obligated to do it,” I finish lamely.

Noah looks at me for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. Then he takes two fingers and traces a single circular movement over my clit that makes my hips jerk up.

“Let me explain something to you, Jane. No one gets me to do anything that I don’t want to do.” He leans down and kisses my inner thigh again and my breath begins to deepen. “Especially if it involves getting between the legs of a beautiful woman and making her come with my tongue.”

He puts his fingers in his mouth and makes a show of tasting them. He moans softly and I bite my lip.

“And for the record, your ex was a dumbass because you taste fucking incredible. So…” he carries on, finding his grip on my hips again and dragging me down the mattress and closer to his mouth. “Do I have your permission? Because there’s absolutely nothing else I want to do right now other than make you lose your goddamn mind.”

“That’s a big game you’re talking,” I reply breathlessly, but I nod my approval, and he chuckles.

“I'm good for it.”

He lowers his head and mine falls back with a long moan when I feel the first stroke of his tongue. He parts me with the tip of his tongue, licking around my folds and occasionally swirling the underside across my clit.

For the second time tonight, Noah’s proven that he doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean.

Because his technique is so thorough that it doesn’t take him long to figure out my body and play me like an instrument, wrenching sounds out of me that I didn’t know I was capable of making.

With every lavish stroke of his tongue, my pleasure builds higher and higher, and he seems to read it because he immediately redirects his ministrations to a less sensitive zone. It’s frustrating in the most delicious way possible as he teases me in and out of orgasm.

His hands move from my hips to my thighs, keeping me spread open as he finally descends on my clit and sucks it into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth. I shatter, but he holds me through it, moaning himself and sending vibrations across my pussy that only extends my pleasure even further.

When I come, I come harder than I ever have before, and for the first time with a partner.

My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, my body still twitching with the aftershocks of the orgasm Noah just drew out of me. He finishes with a kiss on my throbbing pussy, climbing his way back up my body.

I’m in awe, utterly surprised at how easily he was able to get me to finish with just his mouth alone. Suddenly, everything I thought I knew about sex shifts under this exquisite pleasure. It’s nothing I’ve ever known before and everything I want to feel again and again.

“Point proven?” he asks teasingly, kissing my neck and I can’t help but laugh, wrapping my arms around him.

“You’re so good at that,” I confess, and he hums against my skin. “Can I return the favor?”

“No,” he answers, surprising me. He pulls back and my mouth waters when I see the drops of precum on the tip of his dick. He reaches down and fists his cock a few times, taking the edge off and his body shudders. I sit up and kiss his neck as he jacks himself and his own breathing begins to grow unsteady. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes,” I tell him, biting down on the shell of his ear. A small sigh escapes him. “But I still want you to wear a condom.”

I draw back just so he can know how serious I am. Even amidst the haze of pleasure, I know that I’m not that brave to risk it. I wonder if he’ll respond with anger or disappointment or maybe even bartering to try to get me to change my mind, which won’t work regardless of the magnificent O he’s just given me.

But all he does is kiss me, then reach into his bedside drawer to retrieve one. I lay back as he slips it on his cock, admiring the way his muscles flex with every movement, and the way the combined dim light from the hallway and moon outside cast the contours of his body in stark relief.

He’s beautiful.

Even more beautiful when he moves over me and begins to kiss me again. His hand moves between us to guide himself into me and when he finally slips inside, we both moan. I close my eyes and he leans his forehead against my cheek as he allows me to adjust before he begins to move.

Every thrust in and out sends bolts of intense pleasure through my entire body. He twists his hips in a slow grind and when my eyes fly open, I see that satisfied grin he’s wearing and I know what's coming. He repeats that movement, again and again, and the feeling is so intoxicating that I wrap my legs around him and draw him nearer, needing more and more of him.

I don’t know how long he lasts, but I come first and when I shatter, he lets go, his body slumping against mine as he growls. We hold each other like that until the last ripples of ecstasy subside.

Then he kisses my forehead and pulls out of me, going to the bathroom to discard the condom and fetch me a towel. Once we’ve cleaned up, we lay naked in bed together. I’m curled up in his arms and his hand idly strokes my back.

This was something beyond even my greatest expectations. I had no idea that being with a man could feel this way.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

I laugh. “Do you even have to ask that?”

“Just checking in.”

“And you?” I ask, suddenly nervous about my performance, wondering if I didn’t do enough.

He tilts my face up to him so he can kiss me. “It was amazing. You were perfect.”

Relief rushes through me and I relax against him. For a while we just lay there, enjoying being near each other.

“Jane?” I look at him. “I know that we just met, but I need to let you know ... I really like you.”

“I like you too,” I say, not bothering with my armor this time. “I don’t usually do this. But I just felt so drawn to you. You make me feel safe in a way I can’t explain.”

“You are safe with me.” His arms tighten around me. “I promise that I’d never let anything happen to you. I’ll handle anyone who tries to hurt you the same way I handled Preston. All I ask of you is that you stay with me. Just for the night.”

There’s a lump in my throat that I have to swallow hard to dislodge before I can give him my yes. My body is utterly exhausted and my mind is completely at peace as I begin to drift off in Noah’s arms, and the last thing I think about is how lucky I am.