Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Night settled over the house in stages.

Ava lost track of time somewhere between the second and third round on the living room couch. By the time Noah carried her upstairs she was already loose-limbed and flushed, his cum still slipping down the insides of her thighs with every step he took. He didn’t bother with the lights in his room. He just kicked the door shut behind them and laid her down on the bed like she weighed nothing.

The sheets were cool against her overheated skin. She sank into them with a soft, shaky sound that turned into a full moan the second he climbed over her and pushed back inside.

“Fuck—” The word left her in a high, broken rush. “Noah—”

He bottomed out in one smooth thrust and stayed there, grinding deep while she clenched around him. The stretch still felt massive after everything they had already done. Her walls fluttered helplessly. A long, needy whimper spilled out of her throat before she could stop it.

“That’s it,” he muttered against her mouth. “Let me hear you.”

He started fucking her in earnest — deep, steady strokes that dragged against every swollen, sensitive spot inside her. The wet sound of it was obscene in the quiet room. Every time he drove in, a soft, punched-out moan left her. When he angled his hips just right and rubbed over that place that made her vision spark, the moans got louder, higher, almost desperate.

“Ah— ah, God— right there—”

Noah’s breathing roughened. He planted one hand beside her head and used the other to pin her hip down so she couldn’t squirm away from the intensity. Then he gave her exactly what she was asking for — harder, deeper, the head of his cock punching against that spot on every thrust.

Ava’s back arched hard. The sounds coming out of her were no longer controlled. Broken little cries and long, shaky moans filled the space between them. Her nails dug into his shoulders. She could already feel the orgasm building too fast, coiling tight and sharp in her belly.

“Noah— I’m gonna— I can’t—”

“Then come.” His voice was low and rough. “Come all over me.”

She did — hard. The climax ripped through her with a loud, high cry that cracked in the middle. Her pussy clamped down around him in rhythmic, powerful waves, milking his cock while she shook underneath him. He fucked her straight through it without slowing, drawing the pleasure out until it started to tip over into something sharper.

“Wait— too much—” she gasped, trying to twist her hips away.

He didn’t let her.

He kept the same deep, relentless rhythm, grinding against her oversensitive clit on every stroke. The pleasure turned bright and almost painful. Ava’s moans pitched higher, broken and continuous now. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from the intensity. Her thighs trembled violently around his waist.

“Noah— please— it’s too—”

“I know.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, still fucking her without mercy. “Take it. You’re going to come again whether you think you can or not.”

He reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight, merciless circles.

The second orgasm slammed into her with almost no warning. She came with a raw, shattered cry, body locking up so hard her vision went white at the edges. Noah groaned low in his chest at the way she squeezed him, but he still didn’t stop. He worked her through the peak and straight into the oversensitive aftermath, keeping the pressure on her clit while he thrust deep and steady.

Ava was sobbing now — soft, continuous, overwhelmed sounds that mixed with the wet slap of skin on skin. Every nerve ending between her legs felt lit up and raw. The slightest shift of his hips sent fresh sparks of too-much sensation racing up her spine. She tried to close her thighs. He simply pushed them wider and kept going.

“Fuck, listen to you,” he muttered, voice strained. “So fucking loud. The whole house can hear how well you’re taking it.”

She couldn’t form words. All that came out were broken moans and desperate little whimpers every time he bottomed out. Her third orgasm built slower this time, heavier, dragged out of her by the constant stimulation she couldn’t escape. When it finally broke she screamed — a high, raw sound that tore from her throat as her body convulsed around him.

Noah cursed and buried himself to the hilt, coming hard inside her with a low, guttural groan. She felt every thick pulse, the way he filled her until it started leaking out around his cock. He stayed deep, grinding against her through the last of it while she twitched and whimpered underneath him.

For a moment the only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing and the soft, wet noise of him shifting inside her.

Then he pulled out.

A thick rush of cum followed. Ava made a soft, oversensitive sound at the sudden emptiness. Noah looked down at the mess between her legs with dark, hungry eyes, then flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing. He dragged her hips up until she was on her knees, chest still pressed to the mattress, and pushed back inside in one long thrust.

The new angle dragged a broken, high moan out of her immediately.

“Noah— I can’t— not yet—”

“Yes you can.” His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. “You’re going to take another one. Loud. I want to hear every second of it.”

He fucked her harder from behind — deep, punishing strokes that made her whole body rock forward with every thrust. The wet sounds were louder now, filthier. Ava’s moans came out continuous and helpless, muffled against the sheets one second and raw the next whenever he hit that spot just right. Drool gathered at the corner of her mouth. Her fingers twisted in the fabric.

He reached around and found her clit again.

The overstimulation was immediate and brutal. She cried out — a long, desperate sound that cracked in the middle — and tried to crawl forward up the bed. Noah simply dragged her back onto his cock and kept rubbing that swollen, oversensitive bud in tight circles while he thrust.

“Take it,” he ordered, voice rough. “Come again. Now.”

She shattered with a scream.

The orgasm was almost painful in its intensity. Her pussy clenched so hard around him that he groaned behind her, but he still didn’t stop. He worked her through the peak and past it, keeping the pressure on her clit until she was sobbing and shaking and begging in broken fragments.

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

He finally eased the touch, but he didn’t pull out. He slowed to deep, grinding strokes, letting her feel every inch while the aftershocks still rippled through her. Soft, continuous whimpers left her with every breath. Her arms had given out completely. She was face-down, ass up, completely open for him.

Noah leaned over her back, mouth against her ear, still moving inside her.

“One more,” he murmured. “Then I’ll let you rest. Can you give me one more?”

Ava made a broken, wordless sound that might have been a yes.

He slipped a hand back between her legs and stroked her clit with the lightest possible touch — just enough to keep the oversensitive nerves firing. At the same time he fucked her in long, steady thrusts that rubbed against every raw, swollen place inside her. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Tears slipped down her temples into the sheets. Her moans had gone soft and continuous, almost punched out of her with every stroke.

The last orgasm built slow and heavy, dragged out of a body that had already given everything. When it finally broke it was quieter but deeper — a long, trembling moan that turned into a sob as her walls fluttered weakly around him. Noah followed almost immediately, burying deep and spilling inside her again with a low, rough groan of her name.

This time when he pulled out she collapsed fully onto the mattress, boneless and shaking. Cum leaked out of her in a thick, warm trickle. Her thighs twitched with residual aftershocks. Soft, oversensitive little sounds kept leaving her throat every time she breathed.

Noah stretched out beside her and pulled her against his chest. One heavy arm draped over her waist. His hand drifted lazily between her legs, not rubbing, just resting there, feeling the mess he had left.

For a long time the only sound in the room was their uneven breathing and the occasional soft whimper that still slipped out of her when a random aftershock hit.

Eventually his voice came low against her hair.

“That’s four.” A quiet pause. “We’re not done for the night. But you can have twenty minutes.”

Ava made a weak, broken sound that was half laugh and half sob. She was still trembling. Still full of him. Still so oversensitive that the light brush of his fingers against her folds made her hips twitch.

Noah kissed the back of her neck, slow and open-mouthed.

“Twenty minutes,” he repeated. “Then I want you on your back again. Legs open. And I want to hear every single moan while I make you come until you can’t anymore.”

Outside, the house remained silent and empty.

Inside the locked room, the night was only getting started.