Chapter 183 HOT DAMN

Chapter 183 HOT DAMN
SHAWN’S POV

It’s been about give or take seven weeks since we came back to LA.

Seven weeks of quiet mornings with kisses and soft sheets I could never get tired of.

Seven weeks of Noah not volunteering a single detail about what happened after he came back from the police station.

If I'm being honest? I don’t care anymore. I just want to be home and I'm glad the both of us survived the past few months together.

If there was only one thing I could change, it would be that I want the nightmares to stop.
I want to be able to wake up peacefully without tasting diesel and blood on the back of my tongue.

Sometimes it's Sophia, other times it's Matteo and with a shocking twist in my dreams, sometimes I even see Martin.

The worst one I get is when I see a red envelope and Noah's face just minutes before it all goes up in flames.

I know I'm fine and okay now but my subconscious would probably take months to catch up.

Because of it, most times I wake up gasping with my heart thundering and my sheets soaked in sweat.

That’s why I now practically live in Noah’s room ever since.

Noah being the good person he is never complains about my nightmares at all.
He just pulls me in closer and lets me fall back asleep to the steady beating of his heart.

Some nights he doesn't even sleep at all.
He just lies there with his arms around me slowly drawing small circles on my back until the shaking stops.

I don’t know what we are anymore without the contract.
He told me in the hospital that he destroyed both our copies and secretly, I felt elated by it.

All would be perfect without the nightmares I keep having. And tonight, the nightmare is worse than usual.

I wake with a gasp as my chest feels tight and clammy.
The dark room does little to help me until I see the stupid octopus night light that Noah bought for me saying that I now resembled an octopus to him with how I keep on holding him at night.

Then like as if my brain is finally registering it, I feel it.

A warm, wet heat wrapped around my cock causing pleasure to shoot up my spine.

My hips jerk involuntarily as I look around with shock.

What the–?

I blink hard, still a bit sleepy as I fumble for the thirty thousand dollar octopus lamp as the sensation continues.

Soft light fills the room as I see a suspicious bulge under the covers between my legs.

“Who–?” I raise the sheet with a trembling hand to see him.

Noah.

He’s on his stomach with his head between my thighs and his pretty mouth wrapped around me.

His eyes are open with a sly smile as he looks straight at me as his tongue swirls slowly around the head.

My brain short circuits instantly.

Questions flood in from multiple directions.

How long has he been doing this?
When did he wake up?
Why didn’t he wake me u–?

The last question dissolves in my brain the moment he takes me in deeper and hollows his cheeks.

“fuck…!”
A broken sound escapes my throat as he starts sucking me with deliberate and mind bending pressure.

He pulls off just enough to speak with his lips shiny and swollen from me as his rough voice reminds me of the time it is.

“Morning,” he murmurs, then licks a slow line from base to tip.

“Fuck!– Noah–!”

He doesn’t let me finish my sentence.

He sinks back down, taking me all the way to the back of his throat in one smooth motion as I choke badly in the air.

My hand flies to his hair immediately with my fingers threading through the dark strands not sure if I want to pull him off or push him in deeper.

He hums around me playfully and his vibration shoots straight to my balls.

Sweet fuck.

That’s the only coherent thought left in my head.
Who is this and what have they done with my husband?

I can’t look away from him at all.

His eyes stay locked on mine the entire time he's licking, stroking and doing obscene things to me.

His gaze is dark and hungry and so full of heat it physically burns my skin.
There’s no hesitation or uncertainty from him, it's just pure and wanting need.

My hips twitch as I try to hold still with everything in me but I can’t.

He takes the hint from how I'm practically shaking and lets me thrust shallowly into his mouth with one hand pressing on my hip to control the pace.

“Oh fuck –! Noah–fuck–!”

He pulls off with a wet pop as both his lips and eyes are glistening with a smile.
Damn! What happened to my innocent husband?

“You taste good baby,” he rasps. “Been wanting to do this for weeks if not for the doctor's orders.”

I remember that nice old lady that was an absolute menace to Noah.

Before I can respond he sinks back down to work faster and pulls me straight to his throat.

I see stars and fireworks at the same time.

My back arches off the bed and almost falls if not for Noah holding me down with one hand.

A broken and loud moan tears out of me as I'm begging and crying at the same time in gibberish.

He doesn’t stop for a moment.

He sucks harder and faster with his tongue pressing against the underside of me with every stroke.

I’m close already. Embarrassingly close.

“Noah–wait–I’m gonna–!”

He doesn’t wait at all. Like the masochist I never knew he was, he takes me in even deeper and then swallows.

That’s it.

Pleasure crashes through me like a strong wave breaking me apart as I come with a choked cry or shout? And I'm spilling down his throat in hot pulses.