Chapter 63 Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Chapter 63
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Ajax wasn’t sure whether what he was seeing in front of him was real or a fantasy.

It was impossible to make out the difference.

He tried rubbing his eyes. He tried pinching himself. But the more he tried to wake himself up from whatever the hell he had tumbled into, he only fell deeper.

Ajax took a few tentative steps towards the bed to make sure the alcohol hadn’t melted his brain. But the closer he got, the sharper the vision turned. More certain he became of himself, and more confusion rose in his chest.

The fact that there was a woman in his room was the matter alone that had his head reeling. But to realize that the woman in his room—on his bed—was no one else but Noémie almost had him choke on his own saliva.

This couldn’t be true. She left hours ago, didn’t she? What the hell was she doing here? And why was she looking like…like that…

A mess. That’s how Ajax would recall her in the future. A hot and sweaty mess.

With her knees sunk in the mattress and her hands racing up and down the sides of her body, Noémie looked like a hot and bothered mess he wanted to…to help.

With his heartbeat racing and goosebumps sweeping from head to toe, Ajax bit his lip hard.

He swallowed. Licked his lips. Swallowed again.

It did not help that the buttons of her shirt were undone and one of the sleeves had fallen off her shoulder, revealing the smooth skin that he had only imagined for the past three years. Her white lacy bra was on full display, but even with his sight all smeared and uncertain, he grew harder and hornier in ways he couldn’t save.

In the back of his head, something about this situation felt horribly wrong.

But he was drunk. And drugged. And in the need of comfort. So when she moaned out seductively, arched her back, and touched herself erotically, he scaled down the distance between him and the bed and climbed on top of it.

Dazed and as if hypnotized by her sensuous movements, Ajax watched her with awe and devotion. He couldn’t help it. There was no way out of it. He could try to shake his head and slap himself awake, but what was the point? It was not real anyway. Was it?

Only in dreams, his father could show such concern for him.

Only in dreams, Noémie could look so comfortable peeling those layers off her body.

There was nothing real about it. He was sure of it.

“Noémie…” he whispered, reaching up for her face but failing to get hold of her as at the same time she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

She kissed him first. And she kissed him nice and long and urgent.

That’s it. It was a fucking dream for sure. And no one could prove him otherwise.

Throwing caution to the wind, he pushed her onto the bed and crawled over to her. Years and years of yearning anchored him down.

“Why don’t you love me?” he heard her mumble, her eyes tightly shut.

Ajax felt his heart drop at her words. Did she just say that?

Dream! His mind supplied.

“I do love you, baby,” he heard himself say, almost desperate for her to hear. For her to believe him.

Tears leaked from her eyes.

His heart continued to fall.

“No. You don’t…” she mumbled, and turned her head to the side. “Lies…”

“No!” and because she had already given him a taste of her mouth and there was this compelling need for him to make her believe him, he grabbed her face and slammed his lips to hers.

Her soft moans and his loud grunts filled the room as he kissed her ferociously.

Madly.

Trying to prove to her that his love for her was real. That she could refuse to believe him for all she wanted, but he wouldn’t tire of being honest about his affection for her.

The clothes were quick to come off and scatter all over the floor as he nudged her thighs apart and moved between her legs.

Noémie pulled him closer with all her might. Her nails sunk into his back, although her strength had gotten a tad clumsy. All she could do while he kissed her and pushed himself deeper was feel herself stretch and hiss at the pain.

Though the pain turned into a pleasure rather quickly.

The tears of pain turned into tears of ecstasy.

Her cries and wails turned into moans and mewls. The one that encouraged him to go deeper and harder and faster.

“More…” Noémie sobbed. “It feels so…so good…”

“Does it, baby?” Ajax growled into her ear as he sped up the pace and thrust vigorously.

Noémie was the first one to cry out her release as she pulsed and clenched on him harder. The pressure being too much for him, Ajax followed right behind and groaned out loud until he emptied every last drop of his cum inside her.

“Love….you…” Ajax murmured before unbearable exhaustion took over, and he fell to his side.