Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Sunday morning light filtered through the curtains in pale stripes across the bed.

Ava woke to the slow drag of Noah’s fingers between her legs. She was already wet—soft, slick heat that gathered the second he touched her. A low, sleepy moan slipped out before her eyes even opened fully. Her body ached in the best way, deep and lingering from everything he had done the night before against the wall.

Noah’s mouth brushed her ear.

“Morning. We’re not done with lessons yet.”

She turned her head toward him, voice still rough from sleep and the screaming she had done hours earlier. “What now?”

He didn’t answer with words. He simply rolled her onto her back, settled between her thighs, and pushed two fingers inside her without preamble. The stretch pulled a soft, broken sound from her throat. He curled them immediately, pressing upward against the front wall of her pussy in firm, steady strokes.

Ava’s hips jerked. “Ah—”

“That’s the spot,” he said, voice calm and instructional even as his fingers kept working. “The one that makes you shake. We’re going to stay right here until your body gives me something new.”

He added a third finger. The fullness made her moan louder, head tipping back against the pillow. His thumb found her clit and rubbed in slow circles while the fingers inside her kept that same upward pressure—firm, rhythmic, unrelenting. Wet sounds filled the quiet room almost immediately.

“Noah— it feels different—”

“I know. Don’t fight it. Push into my hand when it builds.”

The sensation grew heavier, deeper than a regular orgasm. Pressure bloomed low in her belly, sharp and almost overwhelming. Soft, continuous moans spilled out of her with every stroke of his fingers. Her thighs started to tremble around his wrist. She could feel herself getting wetter, the slickness increasing until it was audible—thick, filthy sounds every time he thrust his fingers in.

“Fuck— Noah— something’s happening—”

“Good. Let it.” His free hand pinned her hip down so she couldn’t squirm away. “I want you to squirt for me. Right here on my fingers. Loud.”

The pressure crested hard. Ava’s back arched clean off the mattress. A raw, high cry tore from her throat as the first pulse hit—wet and forceful, liquid heat spraying around his fingers onto the sheets. She came with a shattered scream, body convulsing, more fluid gushing out in rhythmic waves while his fingers kept working the spot without mercy.

“That’s it— fuck, look at you—” Noah’s voice roughened. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t ease up. He kept the same firm, upward pressure and the steady rub on her clit even as she soaked his hand and the bed beneath her. Ava’s moans turned continuous and desperate, almost frantic. Soft, broken cries mixed with louder, higher screams every time another pulse of liquid forced its way out of her. Tears slipped down her temples from the intensity. Her hands twisted in the sheets hard enough to pull them loose.

“I can’t— it’s too much— Noah, please—”

“You can. Give me more.”

He curled his fingers harder and rubbed faster. A second, stronger wave slammed through her. Ava screamed—raw and cracked—as more fluid sprayed out of her, soaking his wrist and the mattress in a hot, messy rush. Her thighs shook violently. Soft, continuous sobs mixed with the moans now, every breath punched out of her in high, broken sounds.

Noah finally slowed, but he didn’t pull his fingers free. He kept them buried, gently stroking the oversensitive walls while she twitched and whimpered underneath him. The sheets were ruined—dark and wet in a wide pool beneath her hips. Her pussy fluttered weakly around his fingers, still leaking.

“Breathe,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the corner of her open, panting mouth. “That’s what it feels like when you stop holding back.”

Ava could only make soft, wrecked sounds in response. Her whole body trembled. Every small movement sent fresh sparks of oversensitive pleasure-pain through her core. Noah slowly withdrew his fingers—shiny and dripping—and held them up so she could see the clear, watery fluid coating them.

“Taste.”

She opened her mouth on instinct. He pushed the fingers past her lips and let her clean them, the slightly sweet, clean taste of herself mixing with the salt of her own tears on her tongue. A soft, broken moan vibrated around his fingers.

When he pulled them free he sat back on his heels, cock hard and heavy against his stomach, and looked at the mess he had made of her.

“We’re not finished.”

He flipped her onto her stomach with easy strength, dragged her hips up until she was on her knees, and pushed inside in one long, smooth thrust. The sudden fullness dragged a loud, high cry from her throat. She was still so sensitive that every inch of him felt magnified—thick, hot, stretching her open while the residual pressure from the squirting made everything sharper.

Noah didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard and deep from the start, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and filthy. Every thrust forced more of the clear fluid out of her around his cock, dripping down her thighs onto the already soaked sheets. Ava’s moans came continuous and raw—high, broken cries that rose every time he bottomed out and rubbed over that swollen, oversensitive spot inside her.

“Ah— ah, fuck— Noah— it’s so deep—”

“Louder.” His voice was strained, breath rough. “I want the whole house to hear how well you’re taking it after you just squirted all over my hand.”

He reached around and found her clit again, rubbing in tight, merciless circles while he kept the brutal pace. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Ava’s arms gave out. She dropped to her elbows, face pressed into the mattress, ass still up while he drove into her without slowing. Soft, continuous screams spilled out of her now—raw, cracked, completely unrestrained. Drool gathered at the corner of her mouth and soaked into the pillow. Tears kept slipping down her face from the intensity.

“I’m gonna— I can’t stop— Noah—”

“Then don’t. Squirt on my cock. Now.”

The orgasm hit like a wave she couldn’t fight. Ava screamed—long and shattered—as her pussy clamped down hard around him and another rush of fluid forced its way out, spraying around his thrusting cock in hot, rhythmic pulses. Noah groaned low and guttural behind her at the way she squeezed and soaked him, but he kept fucking her through it, drawing the climax out until she was sobbing and shaking and trying to crawl forward up the bed.

He simply dragged her back onto his cock and kept going.

“One more,” he ordered, voice rough. “Give me one more just like that.”

Ava could only make broken, wordless sounds. She was past coherent speech. Every nerve between her legs felt raw and electric. The lightest brush of his fingers on her clit sent fresh sparks of too-much sensation racing up her spine. Soft, continuous whimpers and higher, desperate cries poured out of her with every deep thrust.

He rubbed faster and angled harder.

The next orgasm tore through her with almost no build-up. She came with a raw, cracked scream, body convulsing, more clear fluid gushing out around his cock in messy, uncontrolled pulses. Noah buried himself to the hilt a few strokes later and came with a low, guttural groan of her name, pulsing thick and hot inside her until she felt it mix with the mess already leaking out of her and drip down her thighs in warm, sticky trails.

This time when he pulled out she collapsed fully onto the mattress, unable to hold herself up even for a second. Soft, oversensitive whimpers still left her throat with every breath. Her whole body twitched with residual aftershocks. The sheets beneath her were completely ruined—soaked through in a wide, dark pool.

Noah stretched out beside her and pulled her against his chest, one heavy arm draped over her waist. His hand settled between her legs again—not rubbing, just cupping the swollen, messy heat of her—while the other stroked slowly up and down her back.

For a long time the only sounds in the room were their uneven breathing and the occasional soft, broken noise that still slipped out of her whenever an aftershock hit.

Eventually his voice came low against her hair.

“That’s how you squirt.” A quiet pause. His fingers drifted lightly through the slick mess between her thighs, just enough to make her hips twitch and another soft whimper spill out. “Next time I won’t stop at three. You’re going to learn how to do it on command.”

Ava made a weak, wrecked sound against his chest that was half laugh and half sob. She was still trembling. Still leaking onto the sheets. Still so sensitive that the lightest shift of his hand made fresh sparks flicker through her core.

Noah kissed the top of her head, then the side of her neck, slow and open-mouthed.

“Rest for a little while,” he murmured. “Then we’re going to practice again. And I want every single scream.”

Outside, the morning continued bright and ordinary.

Inside the locked room, her stepbrother held her while the evidence of how thoroughly he had just taught her soaked into the mattress, already planning how many more times he was going to make her lose control before the weekend finally ended.