Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Ava barely got five minutes.

Noah’s hand never really left her. Even while she tried to catch her breath against his chest, his fingers kept drifting between her legs — slow, idle strokes through the thick mess he had left inside her. Every light pass over her swollen clit pulled a soft, oversensitive whimper out of her throat. She was still trembling. Still open. Still so raw that the gentlest touch felt enormous.

“Up,” he said quietly.

She made a weak sound of protest, but her body obeyed anyway. He helped her onto her hands and knees in the center of the bed. The position alone made her feel exposed — ass up, thighs already shiny, the evidence of everything he had pumped into her starting to slip down the insides of her legs. Cool air kissed her overstimulated folds and drew another broken little noise from her lips.

Noah moved behind her. She felt the bed dip, then the thick, hot head of his cock dragging through her mess, coating himself again. He didn’t push in right away. He just rubbed back and forth, letting the blunt head catch on her clit with every slow pass. Soft, continuous moans started spilling out of her before he even entered.

“Listen to you,” he muttered. “Already loud and I haven’t even put it back in.”

He lined up and sank inside in one long, smooth thrust.

Ava’s arms nearly gave out. A high, shattered cry tore from her throat as he filled her to the hilt. The stretch felt brutal after everything that had come before — her walls were puffy and oversensitive, clenching weakly around the thick intrusion like they didn’t know whether to push him out or pull him deeper. He stayed buried, hands gripping her hips hard, giving her three full seconds to feel every inch.

Then he started fucking her.

Deep, steady strokes that rocked her whole body forward. The wet sound of it was filthy in the quiet room — thick and loud, mixed with the sharp slap of his hips against her ass. Every thrust punched a new moan out of her. They came high and broken, rising in pitch whenever he angled just right and dragged over that swollen spot inside her.

“Ah— ah, fuck— Noah—”

“That’s it. Louder.”

He picked up the pace.

The moans turned continuous. Soft, desperate, almost punched out of her with every deep drive of his cock. Her fingers twisted in the sheets. Drool gathered at the corner of her mouth and dripped onto the pillow. She could already feel another orgasm building, heavy and inevitable, coiling low in her belly despite how overstimulated she was.

Noah reached around and found her clit.

The second his fingers rubbed over the swollen bud, Ava screamed.

The sound was raw and cracked, torn straight from her throat. Her arms gave out completely. She dropped to her elbows, face pressed into the mattress, ass still up while he kept fucking her without slowing. The dual sensation — thick cock stretching her open and relentless fingers on her oversensitive clit — was too much. Tears slipped down her temples. Soft, continuous sobs mixed with the moans now.

“Come,” he ordered, voice rough. “Come on my cock. Let me feel it.”

She shattered.

The orgasm hit so hard her vision went white. A long, broken cry spilled out of her as her pussy clamped down around him in hard, rhythmic pulses. Noah groaned behind her at the way she squeezed him, but he didn’t ease up. He fucked her straight through the peak, keeping the pressure on her clit, dragging the climax out until it tipped over into sharp, oversensitive pain-pleasure.

“Noah— please— too much— I can’t—”

“You can.” His breathing was heavier now. “You’re going to give me another one just like that.”

He didn’t stop.

The second orgasm was dragged out of her while she was still twitching from the first. Ava’s moans had gone high and continuous, almost frantic. Every thrust forced a new broken sound from her lips. Her thighs shook so hard he had to lock an arm around her waist to keep her upright. When the climax finally broke she screamed again — longer this time, voice cracking in the middle as her walls fluttered weakly around his cock.

Noah still didn’t pull out.

He slowed just enough to keep her on the edge of too-much, grinding deep while his fingers kept circling her raw, swollen clit. Soft, oversensitive whimpers poured out of her without pause. She was past coherent words. All that left her mouth were broken moans and desperate little sobs every time he moved.

“One more,” he muttered. “One more and I’ll fill you up again. Can you do that for me?”

She muttered a quiet yes

He rubbed her clit faster and thrust hard.

The third orgasm tore through her like it had been ripped out by force. She came with a raw, shattered cry, body convulsing, arms completely useless beneath her. Her pussy clenched around him in weak, overstimulated waves. Noah followed almost immediately — burying himself to the hilt with a low, guttural groan and pulsing thick and hot inside her. She felt every spurt, the way it flooded her until it started leaking out around his cock with every tiny grind of his hips.

This time when he pulled out she collapsed fully onto the mattress, unable to hold herself up even for a second. Cum poured out of her in a thick, warm rush, sliding down her thighs and onto the already ruined sheets. Soft, continuous whimpers still left her throat with every breath. Her whole body twitched with residual aftershocks.

Noah stretched out beside her and gathered her against his chest. One heavy arm draped over her waist. His hand settled between her legs again — not rubbing this time, just cupping her, feeling how swollen and messy he had made her.

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

Eventually his voice came low against her hair.

“You’re shaking.”

Ava could only make a weak, broken sound in response. She was past words. Past anything except the lingering sparks of too-much sensation that still flickered between her legs.

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

“Sleep for a little while,” he murmured. “I’m not done with you tonight. But I’ll let you rest before I take you again.”

His fingers drifted lightly through the slick mess between her thighs — just enough to make her hips twitch and another soft whimper spill out of her.

Outside, the house stayed dark and silent.

Inside the locked room, her stepbrother held her while she trembled, already planning how many more times he was going to make her scream before the sun came up.

Ava closed her eyes, still full of him, still leaking onto the sheets, and felt the night stretch out ahead of them with no end in sight.