Page 80 of More Than Just Friends

Ali’s body started to tremble.

I hoped that I’d get her off quickly, but this was a record even for me.

‘That’s it, Ali. Come for me.’

She lifted her hips up off the seat and her breathing became ragged.

‘Oh, Noah. Oh, fuck, Noah!’ she cried out as her orgasm detonated.

I continued pumping my fingers until her body stilled.

Ali’s chest heaved rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath then her head flopped onto my lap.

As I looked down and saw how sated she was, I swear my chest expanded tenfold.

I’d dreamt of making Ali come a million times in my head. But the reality of being the one responsible for taking her over the edge was so much better than my fantasies.

If this was how good I felt after fucking her with my fingers, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much I was going to enjoy it when she was spread out on the bed completely naked, legs wide, ready for me to fill her up, and I made her come with my cock.

Just thinking about it was enough to get me off.

‘That was…’ Ali struggled to speak. ‘How the fuck did you learn to do all that? I’ve never come so fast and so hard in my life.’

‘Oh, Ali,’ I said, licking my fingers clean before brushing a curl away from her cheek. ‘That was just a warm-up. Wait until you see what I can really do…’

28

ALICIA

If I looked up the definition of dark horse in the dictionary right now, I was sure there’d be a photo of Noah.

How did he do that?

The man just made me come in the back seat with his fingers.

In less than ten minutes.

Actually, maybe it was five?

I couldn’t confirm either way because thanks to him and his magic fingers, my brain was more scrambled than a hundred fried eggs.

And he did it on the first attempt. Like he’d been touching my body for centuries and knew exactly what got me off.

Mind. Blown.

My chest continued rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. My head was resting on his lap and if I wasn’t using all of my energy to breathe, I’d yank his boxers down and give him a BJ. Hell, he deserved ten after how spectacularly he’d made me come.

‘We have arrived,’ the driver’s voice boomed from the speaker.

‘Shit!’ I bolted up, then felt dizzy after getting up too quickly.

I still had one tit hanging out of my bra, my dress had morphed into a crumpled belt hanging above my waist and my knickers were completely sodden. And that’s before we even talk about how fucked my hair must be or the guaranteed make-up smears on my face from our enthusiastic snogging sesh.

I was sure that thanks to the way I’d screamed Noah’s name, the driver knew exactly what we’d been up to. But if the staff or guests spotted me the second I stepped into the hotel, they’d know that the activities I’d indulged in with Noah went way beyond the parameters of platonic friendship.

After quickly stuffing my boob back in the bra, I yanked up my dress straps, lifted my arse, whipped away the jumper Noah had generously laid on the back seat, pulled my dress down, then attempted to fix my hair.

‘You good?’ Noah asked. ‘I can tell the driver to⁠—’