Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Saturday evening the house still felt like it belonged only to them.

Ava sat cross-legged on Noah’s bed in one of his oversized hoodies and nothing underneath, phone pressed to her ear. Mia’s voice came through bright and curious on the other end.

“You’ve been dead quiet all weekend. Did your mom actually leave you alone with the hot stepbrother or what?”

Ava glanced toward the bathroom doorway. The shower had just turned off. She kept her voice carefully casual. “Yeah. They’re both gone until tomorrow night. It’s been… quiet.”

“Quiet?” Mia laughed. “Girl, if I was stuck in a house alone with someone who looks like that I’d be doing the opposite of quiet. Has he at least been decent?”

Noah stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, hair still dripping. His eyes met Ava’s. He didn’t look away as he walked over, dropped the towel, and climbed onto the bed behind her.

Ava’s breath caught. “He’s been fine.”

Noah’s hands slid under the hoodie from behind, warm and sure, and cupped her bare breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples in slow circles. They tightened instantly. A soft, involuntary sound tried to escape; she swallowed it and forced her voice to stay even.

“Just studying mostly,” she told Mia. “Anatomy still sucks.”

Noah pinched both peaks at the same time, rolling them between his fingers. Ava’s back arched slightly against his chest. Her free hand gripped the sheets.

Mia kept talking. “You’re lucky. My tutor is this sweaty TA who smells like energy drinks. Meanwhile you’re over there with actual eye candy. Has he walked around shirtless or anything?”

Noah’s mouth brushed the side of Ava’s neck. One hand left her breast and trailed down her stomach, then lower, slipping between her thighs. Two fingers stroked through her folds and found her already wet. He made a low sound of approval against her skin and pressed a finger inside her without warning.

Ava’s voice wavered. “Uh— yeah. A couple times.”

“You’re being weird,” Mia said. “Are you okay?”

Noah added a second finger and curled them, rubbing slowly against the spot that always made her shake. His other hand stayed on her breast, pinching and rolling the nipple in time with the shallow thrusts of his fingers. Soft, wet sounds started under the hoodie. Ava bit her lip hard and tried to keep her breathing steady.

“I’m fine,” she managed. “Just tired. Long week.”

Noah’s thumb found her clit and rubbed in tight circles. The dual sensation pulled a tiny, broken whimper out of her before she could stop it. She coughed to cover it.

Mia paused. “What was that?”

“Nothing. Phone glitched.”

Noah’s fingers moved deeper, faster. The wet sound of them sliding in and out of her was quiet but unmistakable if anyone had been listening closely. Ava’s thighs trembled. She pressed them together around his hand, which only made the pressure on her clit sharper. Soft, continuous breaths kept hitching in her throat.

“Anyway,” Mia continued, oblivious, “we should hang when your parents get back. I want details on what it’s actually like living with him. Is he always that intense or does he loosen up at home?”

Noah leaned in and bit down gently on the junction of Ava’s neck and shoulder at the same time he curled his fingers hard. A high, muffled sound escaped before she could swallow it. Her hips jerked.

“He’s… intense,” Ava said, voice shaky. “I have to go, Mia. Battery’s dying.”

“Okay, but text me later. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do— which is basically nothing.”

The call ended.

Ava dropped the phone onto the mattress. The second it left her hand Noah pulled his fingers free, spun her around, and shoved her back against the wall beside the bed. The hoodie rode up. He yanked it over her head and tossed it aside so she was completely bare. His cock was already hard and heavy against her stomach.

“You almost moaned on the phone,” he said, voice low and rough. “I felt how tight you got every time she asked a question.”

He hooked his hands under her thighs and lifted her like she weighed nothing. Ava’s back hit the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. The blunt head of his cock rubbed through her soaked folds once, twice, then notched at her entrance.

He thrust up hard.

The sudden stretch dragged a loud, broken cry from her throat. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her against the wall in deep, punishing strokes that made the picture frames rattle. Every thrust punched the air out of her lungs and replaced it with a higher, more desperate moan. Her shoulders scraped the wall. Her breasts bounced with the force of it. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room—skin on skin, the slick slide of him driving into her over and over.

“Fuck— Noah— it’s so hard—”

“Take it.” His voice was strained, breath hot against her ear. “You stayed so quiet on that call. Now I want every fucking sound.”

He shifted his grip and angled deeper. The new position made the head of his cock drag over the swollen spot inside her on every thrust. Ava’s moans turned continuous and raw, rising in pitch until they were almost screams. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from the intensity.

“I’m gonna come— I can’t hold it—”

“Then come. Squeeze my cock while I ruin this tight little pussy against the wall.”

The orgasm slammed into her so hard her vision flickered. She came with a shattered cry, walls clamping down around him in hard, rhythmic pulses. Noah groaned and kept thrusting through it, fucking her straight through the peak and into the oversensitive aftermath. The pleasure tipped over into sharp, almost-painful sparks. Ava sobbed and shook, legs trembling around his waist, but he didn’t slow.

“Too much— please—”

“Not yet.” He adjusted his hold and drove into her even harder. The wall thudded with every thrust. “You’re going to come again like this. Loud. Then I’ll fill you up.”

He reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight, merciless circles while he kept the brutal pace. The overstimulation was immediate. Ava’s second orgasm tore through her with almost no build-up. She screamed—high and cracked—as her body convulsed around him. Noah buried himself to the hilt a few strokes later and came with a low, guttural groan, pulsing thick and hot inside her until she felt it start to leak out around his cock and drip down her thighs.

He stayed deep for a long moment, chest heaving against hers, forehead pressed to the wall beside her head. Soft, oversensitive whimpers still left her throat every time an aftershock hit. When he finally lowered her legs to the floor they almost gave out. He kept an arm around her waist so she wouldn’t fall.

Cum slid down the insides of her thighs in a warm, thick trail. Ava leaned against him, still shaking, still trying to catch her breath.

Noah kissed the side of her neck, slow and open-mouthed, then spoke against her skin.

“Next time your friend calls, I’m going to make you come while she’s still on the line. And you’re going to stay quiet enough that she never knows.”

Ava made a weak, broken sound that was half protest and half anticipation.

He carried her back to the bed, laid her down carefully, and stretched out beside her. One hand rested between her legs again—not rubbing, just cupping the messy, swollen heat of her—while the other stroked slowly up and down her back.

Outside, the night stayed quiet.

Inside the locked room, her stepbrother held her while the evidence of how hard he had just taken her cooled on her skin, already planning the next time the phone would ring.