Chapter 81: Cake by the ocean (mild 18+)
Noah’s POV
I don’t hide my surprise as Elias lay on the floor for me.
I thought he’d laugh in my face or make a crude joke about me being a whore...no, I’m thinking of Damien’s reactions instead of Elias’s.
Elias Deus, the middle son of the Gods, is as predictable as waves.
You know they’re going to come, but you just don’t know how big or how small or how-
"Noah, lying on the floor like a test subject is not my specialty" Elias says and I shake my head, sending beads of water off the tip of my hair.
"Right" I murmur and sit on him.
I end up sitting on his stomach and he groans in surprise, hands coming up to hold my hips.
"Fuck. Not there" he hisses.
"Sorry" I apologize to him, moving myself downwards and sitting on another part I’m sure I shouldn’t touch.
I’m sitting on his pelvis. On his crotch. On his manhood.
"His cock" my omega supplies, and I’m sure at this point, I must look like a ball of red-hot pepper.
This is just an experiment to get over my trauma...and a way to remind my body that I liked having sex with Elias.
"Noah?" Elias calls and I blink back to my current situation. I’m straddling my husband on the beach where anyone can walk past us.
He isn’t doing anything special. He’s only lying under me, but for some reason, my belly feels warm and I’m starting to smell arousal on myself.
"Noah, what do you want to do next?" Elias asks.
His voice, usually cold and even clinical, sounds breathy and a touch sensual.
Maybe he sounds like this because I sat on his belly too hard.
"Did you hear me, Angel?" he asks and I nod, gulping as a drop of water from my hair fall to his face.
"Y-yes" I whisper and he makes a low growling noise at the back of his throat.
"Then tell me what you want to do next" he says, and I nod.
My brain is scrambled.
I don’t know what I want to do next and all that is ringing in my head is Cake By The Ocean, and that’s a big no.
No.
I move a bit lower on him, and through the soaked fabrics of my pants, I can feel the outline of him.
He’s not hard.
Of course, I’m not trying to make him hard, but it makes me wonder if I’m not attractive enough?
Once more, I’m craving what I shouldn’t, I should be ashamed of myself, but I just can’t find it in me.
"You won’t speak, Angel?" Elias asks, fingers digging into the soft skin of my hips and I whimper softly.
I want to blame the heat rushing through me on the sun, but I know I can’t. I smell so turned on right now.
My strawberry pheromones smell sweeter with lust and want.
"I want to...uh..." I stutter.
"Hmm?" he asks.
"To...I want to pin your hands...can I pin your hands up...on..." I’m stammering so hard, and it’s just because of his hands on my hips.
Elias doesn’t wait for me to articulate my speech. The alpha helps me by lifting his hands and letting them lie on both sides of his head in a surrender pose.
I’m Noah Deus- no, Goldsmith.
I am Noah Goldsmith and I have the man called Death under me.
Feeling bold by the easy access he’s giving to me. I stretch my arms out and pin his hands right above his head.
I wrap my fingers around his wrists, feeling the slow beating of his pulse under my touch.
Why does this feel so attractive?
"Good?" he asks and I swallow. With how I’m stretched on him, his word sends heated air to my nipple and I moan.
It’s unintentional, but the sound slips out of my mouth before I can stop it.
Elias groans softly at the way my hips jerk too.
"What’s on your mind, Angel?" he asks, he sounds like he’s forcing himself to breathe normally through his nose.
More hot air fans my nipple, and I can’t help but drop my head, biting my bottom lip to hold myself together.
"You’re not hard" I say, holding myself together by a thread that’s too thin to even hold two pens together.
"I’m not?" he asks and I nod.
"Move lower" he commands, and I obey immediately. I move myself lower on him, and that’s when I feel him.
He’s stiff under my ass.
"I’m not hard? You wanted me hard?" he asks and rocks his hips upward for me, grinding his hard length into my ass, and my mouth falls open.
"You’re...nghh" I moan, feeling slick slipping out of me and making my wet boxer even wetter.
"You think you can sit on me like this. Flaunt you pretty chest like this in my face...and I won’t get hard?" he asks, dropping his head back as he moans.
This is beyond my plan.
I’m trying to overcome a trauma, but I’m busy humping my enemy on a beach...a beach where we might be seen.
Am I...into exhibitionism?
"Mr Deus?" someone calls behind us and I drop my body on Elias in shame.
FUCK!
I mean, NO!
Moon goddess, forgive me for using a curse word, but we were so close to reaching a new point. Why do we keep getting interrupted?
Elias buries his fingers in my hair, not bothering to get up as he responds to the person.
"Yes?"
"We have to go now, sir. The meeting is getting heated and your attention is needed" the guard says, and Elias curses tiredly.
"You can go. We’ll join you in the car" he says. He’s scratching the base of my hair lightly and I like the feeling.
"Are you okay?" he asks and I nod.
"Don’t be ashamed. He has been working with my family long enough to have seen worse" Elias says and instead of those words to console me, they make me curious.
Seen worse from who? Worse from Elias? How many omegas has he had before me?
The alpha pats my thigh to make me get off, and I stand up, remembering the pain in my ankle again.
I dress up and he takes me to the car.
The ride back is quiet with the jazz music as background noise, but we don’t talk. He’s on his phone again and I’m replaying everything we just did on the beach.
I’m still slicking. Still smelling aroused. And still frustrated. We didn’t even get to do anything.
When we arrive at the mansion again, he gestures for me to go into the building first, and I look at him with concern.
But just as I look back, I spot a red sport car.
It looks too much like the red car I once went shopping with Roman for on his birthday.
"Is Roman here?" I ask and Elias stops mid-step.
"Yes?" he answers like he’s asking me a question and it dawns on me.
Of course, he didn’t take me to the beach because he’s a good and loving husband...it was just as way to keep me away from Roman.
Another day has been ruined.