Chapter 8 : Seeing Stars

*Jane*

The last place I was expecting to be taken to was the baseball field.

But as we sit in his car, Noah looks at me with a mix of excitement and curiosity. We get out, and a chill runs through me that has little to do with temperature. The night air is pleasantly cool, and with the lights turned off, the sky is much clearer, proudly showing off its gorgeous canopy of stars.

I look at the stands I was sitting in mere hours ago, and even though the stadium is so quiet, I can hear the blood pounding in my ears, the phantom presence of the crowds that occupied the space before makes what we’re doing feel so much more lewd.

“Have you ever done anything outside?” Noah asks, his voice mischievous as he moves around to the back of the car. I move to join him.

“Of course not,” I reply, whispering even though I’m pretty sure we’re the only people around. He retrieves a blanket from the trunk, then holds out his arm for me to take. “How classy of you,” I add, half joking as I take his arm. “The perfect contrast to you about to fuck me on a baseball field.”

He chuckles. “I aim to please.”

We reach centerfield and he lays the blanket down. My head instinctually darts from side to side, just waiting for someone to come looming into view and that’s when the reality of what we’re about to do really kicks in. My nerves reach a fever pitch, and I look at Noah uncertainly.

“I don’t know about this.” I can hear how shaky I sound. But it’s not just nervousness at the thought of getting caught that puts the tremble in my voice. The idea of having sex right out in the open is strangely … kind of hot to me too. It’s that combination of risk and arousal that makes the whole thing seem like it might just be worth it.

As though he’s able to read me, Noah takes me into his arms. “We’re safe here. You’re safe here, I promise I’ve got you.”

When he sees some of the tension leave my body, he leans down and kisses me and every single dissenting thought is driven off-field.

What starts out slow and tender devolves into something raw and carnal as our hands begin to explore each other’s bodies through the layers of clothes we’re wearing. Noah pulls back just enough to bring his mouth to my ear.

“Do you have any idea how much self-control it took not to rip this off you the second I saw you?” he asks, his hands sliding up my bare thighs to hitch my dress up. My breath catches at the contrast between the rough calluses of his fingers, his gentle but strong touch, and the shock of cool air against my now-exposed skin. My senses go into overdrive.

He licks at the shell of my ear. “You looked so perfect I couldn’t wait to get you all to myself the entire night just to prove it to you.”

He starts kissing my neck and the area that joins my collarbone to my shoulder. I slide a hand down his front and when I close it around his cock, his hips jerk into my hand. He freezes and without him needing to say anything, I can tell what his dilemma is—he wants to focus on me again, but his own body is screaming for attention too.

“Just let me touch you like this,” I say, making quick work of unzipping his pants and slipping my hand inside. Noah tilts his head back slightly with a groan that makes me even wetter and I lean up to kiss the knot of his throat. I stroke him through his underwear, using my thumb to rub small, taunting circles on the tip.

Noah’s hips slowly thrust into my hand, acquiescing to his pleasure and it makes me feel almost powerful, knowing that I have such a formidable athlete reacting this way to my touch.

“You’re so hard for me,” I comment, a note of awe in my voice and Noah makes a sound like he wants to laugh but it’s ragged and harsh. I want to hear more of it.

But he doesn’t give me the chance, not before his own fingers find the front of my underwear and he starts to tease me through the thin material. We stand like that for a moment, holding each other with one hand and seeing who can drive the other one insane first.

Noah’s lips find mine again in a heavy kiss.

“Enough,” he finally says with a gasp, grabbing the hand that had been palming him and lifting me up to straddle his waist. I wrap my legs around him and he lowers us both down, me on his lap. He latches onto my neck again, only stopping to lift the dress over my head. We manage to shuck his jacket and shirt off but his pants are still on, an excruciating fact at which I express my disdain.

Noah just smirks at me before focusing on my chest. I don’t have the strength or the desire to protest. When his mouth is on me, on whatever part of my body he chooses to focus on, he makes me feel desired and wanted in a way I never have before. The amount of attention he pays to every sound I make and every way my body responds to him only to weave an even greater pleasure for me, is enough to drive me crazy.

His fingers make their way up my thighs, gathering the slickness that had begun to drip down my legs already. He uses his thumb to make one grand introductory sweep of my clit before placing two fingers inside of me.

I arch against him with a gasp and feel my pussy grip onto his fingers.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he hisses, giving me only a few moments to adjust before he begins to slowly work them in and out of me. “That’s it, baby. Is this good for you?”

I can barely speak as I nod my head, my hips bucking against his hand of their own accord as my head falls back. Noah’s fingers are long and sure, focused on one goal only and when he finds that goal, he curls his fingers into a come-hither motion. I stifle the scream that wants to tear itself from my throat as white-hot pleasure sears through me, my hands gripping onto his shoulders so hard I’m sure my nails will draw blood.

“Does this feel good, Jane?” he asks and when I don’t reply, he repeats himself. “Answer me, baby. Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “It feels so, so good. Oh, God, Noah. So good.”

He groans, leaning forward to lick my throat, my jaw. “Then let me hear it. There’s no one around to hear you, so I want you to be as loud as you want. Let me hear how good riding my fingers makes you feel, pretty girl.”

Every inhibition that demands I keep my pleasure silent falls off like open shackles and I find my voice. I don’t care anymore about whether there’s anyone lurking around who can see Billmore’s star baseball player with his fingers inside of me. I don’t care that I’m actually moving my hips desperately, chasing the high that’s become so addictive. I don’t care that I’m moaning his name louder than I thought I could, that I’m begging him to let me finish.

His mouth goes around a nipple as he begins to speed up his fingers, following my directions until I fall apart in his arms. He holds me as I shudder against him, gasping and trying to catch my breath.

“I’m never going to get tired of seeing that,” he says, lifting my head so he can kiss me. I’m so desperate now to get those pants off him, to feel him inside of me, and to make him feel good too. I paw at the waistband of his underwear, and this time he doesn’t resist. He lets me help him undress completely, then pulls me back onto his lap.

My pussy is still throbbing with the aftershocks of my orgasm, but I want more. I want all of it. I’ve never known hunger like this. Noah reaches for his now-discarded pants and pulls something out of his pocket. I realize it’s a condom. I watch him as he rolls it onto his cock, grateful that I didn’t even have to ask this time.

He positions me over his dick, his hand steady on my hips.

“Ride me,” he mumbles against my jaw. “Make us both feel good. Make us both come.”

I moan, getting into the right position and slowly sinking myself down. The second I do, Noah’s eyes shut tight, like he’s savoring the feeling of my body wrapped around his. I wrap a hand in his hair and slide one down his chest.

He leans up and kisses me again, wrapping both hands on the sides of my face. “Move for me.”

So I do. For better leverage, I keep my shins and knees pressed to the ground, allowing me a stronger foundation to bounce on his cock. Noah’s breathing is heavy and fast, labored with the occasional groan or grunt.

But I want to hear more too. I speed up my movement, try to squeeze him inside of me as I lift myself up and open up for him as I slam down. The feeling of his cock twitching inside is enough to make me come again.

“Oh, Jane,” he gives a low moan. He lays back, his hands still on my hips. “That’s it.”

I throw my head back, leaning back on my hands. His hands go to my breasts, kneading them and using his thumbs to roll my nipples, sending little shocks of pleasure straight to my pussy.

“I’m close,” I pant, closing my eyes against the impending second orgasm that somehow feels even stronger than the first.

Noah doesn’t say anything in response, just grabs my hips, stilling me. Then he begins to thrust up, slamming into me so hard my tits bounce. He angles each thrust directly to stimulate my sweet spot, and I begin to whimper as my second orgasm for the night tears through me.

Noah continues thrusting into me until he comes too with my name on his lips. I collapse on his chest, and he holds me, both of us panting. The cool air is a welcome relief against our hot skin and sweaty bodies.

As we lay there, his fingers idly stroking my back, I realize that I don’t even want to leave. I don’t want to disrupt this moment.

“Jane?” I lift my head to look at him. “I’m really sorry if I ever get snappy at you again. I don’t mean to. There’s just so much pressure on me to always be the best and it gets too much sometimes, you know?”

“I do,” I answer. “Look, it might not be the exact same thing, but I promise that I know what it feels like to have that sort of pressure on me, albeit for different reasons. I get it.”

He kisses my forehead. “Stay over at my place?”

I smile. “Sure.”

We get dressed, pack up, and head back to Noah’s penthouse where we fall asleep together. Everything feels like a dream.

***

“Morning practice?” Rachel asks as we bump into each other just outside our dorm room the next morning.

I can’t help but laugh at the situation, with both of us crawling back at the same time. From the look of things, Rachel seemed to have had a good night with Oli. But both boys obviously needed to be back at practice which is most likely why we’ve been dropped off at the same time.

“Yep,” I say, turning the key into the room door and pushing it open. “Unfortunately. How did last night go?”

Rachel’s eyes light up as she enters the room, tossing her bag onto her bed before sitting to remove her shoes. “He’s amazing, Jane. Like, better than I ever expected. He’s so much more than just a typical meathead jock, you know? He’s actually really funny and sweet. And generous.”

She lets that last bit hang in the air for me to figure out the implication and I grin.

“Birds of a feather…” I say and Rachel gasps.

“Tell me more,” she squeaks, moving over to join me on my bed.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” I tease, and Rachel boos me.

“Best friend privileges are an exception.”

As we get ready for the day, we fill each other in on how last night went. I ask Rachel if she’s going to meet Oli after practice, but she says she has a morning class she can’t miss.

I’m so eager to see Noah again that I leave the second I’m done. I get there just as practice draws to a close, but when I run to catch up to Noah, he barely seems to even register that I’m there, not stopping his walk to the locker room.

“Sorry, but I can’t really talk right now,” is all he offers as he storms off, and I’m left with nothing but a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach.