In Need of a Distraction | Book Two |18+|

Timay

My back hits against the closed door, a maniac giggle escaping me. Licking my lips seductively, I stare into his burning green orbs devouring me, setting my body on fire.

I pull him impossibly close to me, running my hands down every hard ridge of his toned, muscled body. His soft lips attack mine, his tongue twirling and tasting, exploring my mouth, hands groping, fingers pumping, moans mixing together and echoing around us in the dead of night.

I grab the door handle, jiggling it, begging it to open but it doesn’t. His lips detach from mine to smirk at me, sending a whimpering heat down to my aching core.

Noah

I smirk at her, unlocking the door to my office, my fingers continuing to pump in and out of her sweet, silky center.

We stumble into the empty space; the distant sound of honking cars can be heard from down below – whatcha gonna do? It’s New York City!

Her short, skin-tight dress inches higher up her waist, my thumb connects with her clit. Her mouth drops open, her tequila-laced breath fans across my face, her legs begin to quiver – “Noah!” – and shake.

Timay

His name drops from my lips the moment his skilled, calloused fingers connect with my clit, my legs quivering and shaking.

He removes his soaked fingers from my sweet spot, and I groan.

He saunters to his desk, eyes never leaving mine, sexy as fuck smirk in place and he does the hottest thing. He throws everything off his desk, arms wrapping around my torso, lifting me off my feet and my naked ass connects with the cold wood of his desk.

Noah

Teasingly slow, I undo my black pants and the lower my pants fall down my legs, the wider she spreads hers, exposing her to me and I salivate at the sight before me.

Grabbing her hips, I pull her closer to the edge, her back hits my desk and I rub my hardness against her.

“Noah, please,” she begs and I smirk. Enjoying the desperation in her voice.

Timay

“Please,” I beg, whimper, moan once more at the feel of his hardness against my aching core.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands in a husky voice, and I just about lose my shit.

“P-Please,” I stutter. “Fuck me.”

Noah

“Fuck me,” is all I hear and without warning, I thrust into her, and she gasps. Her hands fly to her perky breasts covered in a sheen layer of sweat as she squeezes them between her dainty hands.

Digging my fingers into her thighs, spreading her perfectly smooth legs wider a part I demand, “rub your clit.” She obeys, her manicured fingers rubbing herself like she’s done it a thousand times.

Her mouth drops open, loud, sexy moans falling from her lips. I thrust into her harder, faster, her fingers working tirelessly to match my pace.

Timay

I rub my clit harder, faster, trying to match his pace and I gotta admit, this is a first for me. There’s something so exhilarating about pleasuring yourself in front of someone.

“Slower,” he moans, and I obey. Rubbing my fingers slowly, sensually against myself. My toes begin to curl, my stomach tightens and coils. Our eyes lock and that’s all it takes for me to explode into bliss.

Noah

Her fingers work slowly, sensually against her clit, she clenches tightly around me, her brown orbs connect with mine and that’s all it takes to blow my load. Our final cries of pleasure mix, chests heaving, hearts pounding, adrenaline lowering. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Timay

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Me too,” I lie. Okay, it’s not a complete lie. The sex wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t the best – I’ve had better. Much, much better – I’ve ever had, he’s not…

“We should do this again. Here. It was adventurous and spontaneous. I loved it!” He beams almost childlike and fuck it, he’s definitely not Noah.

Noah

“I’ve had better,” I retort.

“Oh really? Who?” Alyssa questions disbelievingly.

“Two nights ago, in a bathroom. Fuck, she had a banging body, knew how to work it, too.”

“That was the best sex you’ve ever had, the bathroom in my friend’s home with my friends right downstairs?”

“Yes,” I lie, taking in her brown eyes that painfully remind me of someone except Alyssa’s eyes aren’t heavily guarded. I bend down, kissing her perky breasts – it’s smaller than what I’m used to and it’s not, fuck, never mind – trailing down her slender figure, she giggles. Fucking giggles.

It’s clear Alyssa isn’t her – she never giggled when I did that – and she will never be Timay.

Alyssa’s brown hair, brown eyes, slender figure, remind me of Timay and the resemblance isn’t lost on me. This shit is unhealthy but I’m trying.

I’m trying to be a better person.

I’m trying to be a better man... For her.

Fuck, I’m trying but no one makes me feel the way she did.

No one makes me want to be better except her, but she made her fucking choice a long time ago.

It’s time I move on.

Timay

“Hopefully, Andrew doesn’t catch us,” I snicker.

Derrick’s green orbs light up, “that’s what makes this so exciting.” Yeah? Try getting fingered at a table with your friends, buddy.

“Mmhmm,” I hum in agreement. What a load of shit. Having sex on his desk is exciting in an office building in the middle of the night full of emptiness, so spontaneous.

“Wanna do it again?”

Noah

“Wanna?” I pull her erect nipple between my teeth. “Do it,” I swipe my tongue across it before sucking it into my mouth. “Again?” I blow cool air on it, watching the goosebumps erupt over her skin.

“Not tonight, Noah. You know we have to be up early tomorrow morning,” she pushes against my chest, hopping off my desk and adjusting her dress. “We have that meeting with Lydia, and you know how badly I want to impress her.”

“Right,” I suck on my teeth, forcing my lips into a smile. “I’ll drop you off.”

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I lean my hand against the white tiled wall, hot water beats down on my skin from the showerhead. I moan as I do the five-knuckle shuffle to the images of a certain busty brunette with a curved back and round ass flashing through my mind.

Her voluptuous breasts bouncing with each thrust. With each breath, my name falls from her plump lips… Fuuuck!

I’m reliving a memory, not conjuring up some hopeless fantasy that’ll never happen. It happened alright.

I can’t believe a year has gone by. A full fucking year since I told her, I’m in love with her. A full year since she walked away from me.

I kissed her with everything I fucking had. I poured every emotion I was feeling into that kiss hoping she felt it, too.

But she didn’t.

The last words I said to her was, “you will be mine, see you soon, Timay.”

I haven’t laid my eyes on her since that night. I tried calling, texting, emailing but her number was cancelled. The email bounced back. I took it a step further and showed up on her doorstep only to be greeted by her father.

Timay packed a bag and left, didn’t tell her parents where she was going, and I was worried sick. I was determined to find her, to see her, to make her mine but none of it happened.

She fell off the face of the earth and left nothing but destruction and carnage behind.

I was a mess after that night, a fucking mess.

My wounds needed licking, but I chose to do what I did best. Objectify women, use them for a solid fuck and move on to the next.

But she was always there – in my mind – reminding me of how far I had come.

Dane checked up on me making sure I was still in one piece, not destroying my life the way I did after Tiffany.

So many factors came into play, reminding me that I’ve changed. I was no longer the man searching for a one-night stand. I found love and although she didn’t love me back, there’s someone out there who’ll love me.

I refuse to move backwards after I’ve taken so many steps forward.

My heart and mind sometimes remind me – like the fucking bastards they are – that no one will ever take her place in my heart. Timay fucking Hues is irreplaceable.

I thought if I gave myself time, I would fall in love with someone new but there’s Alyssa. Sweet, smart, beautiful Alyssa with a kind heart and rocking body.

Two months and the most I feel for her is a mild infatuation, a shit ton of lust and horniness but love. Fuck all!

I don’t love her and I’m not in love with her. I don’t see us lasting a year, never-mind a lifetime together.

Fuck, I’m gonna screw it all up, aren’t I?

Timay

I stop in front of his house, a memory flashing through my mind from one of our many encounters but I push it down.

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about Noah.

I thought I changed but that faithful night, a year ago made me realize, I was still the same Timay. Nothing changed. It was a pivotal moment in my life that I needed to escape and – I know, how cowardly – think over.

I needed to sift through my thoughts. I needed to get away from everything and everyone.

I cancelled my number, deactivated my email account, and got on a plane. Once again, I ran away from my problems. I told my parents I’m leaving. I didn’t tell them where I was going, how could I when I didn’t know myself yet?

I thought – hoped – Noah would still be here when I got back but he wasn’t. I found an envelope waiting for me when I got home with the keys to his house and the deed. Signed over in my name.

He gave me his fucking house and I can’t step foot inside the place.

I’d like to think I made progress, that I’ve changed in some ways since I walked away from Noah.

I’ve been dating Derrick for a month, hoping my cold, black heart will start to feel something for him but if I’m being completely honest, he’s a distraction. Nothing more.

I can’t find it in myself to love.

Don’t get me wrong, I finally believe in the notion of love again, but I can’t love Derrick.

I don’t fucking know why yet. I can’t pinpoint it, but I can’t.

The night I walked away from Noah something strange occurred.

Tears began to stream down my face, my heart – I think it was my heart – begged me to turn around and go back and I refused. It clenched in my chest, constricting me, forcing the air from my lungs.

I can’t make sense of that strange occurrence, it’s something that has never, and I mean never happened to me before. Not even when I caught my fiancé screwing our wedding planner.

Surely it wasn’t love, right?

Fuck, focus Timay. You’re with sweet, kind, loving Derrick.

You need to leave the past in the past. Look forward, not backwards.

He pulls up to the curb outside my prison. He doesn’t cut the engine, smiling sweetly at me.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” He asks with so much hope.

“Sure,” I smile.

He cups my cheek, leaning over the center console, and captures my lips in a lingering kiss.

“Goodnight, Timay.”

“Night,” I get out, and walk towards the front door. I can feel his gaze on me, but I don’t look back. I unlock the door and shut it behind me.

As quiet as possible, I tiptoe to the kitchen. I rip open the letter on the kitchen, my name written in beautiful penmanship, the intricate letters swirling together beautifully. Judging by the gold trim around the navy-blue card, it’s the wedding invitation I’ve been dreading.

My best friend is marrying his best friend.

It’ll totally be okay.

I’ll see Noah again after a year.

I will be standing opposite him, he’s surely the best man and I’m the maid of honor. Nay already asked, can’t back out now, can I?

The wedding is in two weeks, no – I double check the date – three weeks. Plenty of time to prepare to face the man I left behind.

I can do this. I’ll have to pull out my lady balls for this shit, but it’ll be A-Okay.

Totally okay.

Right?

A/N: And that’s chapter 1, done and dusted. Timay and Noah have moved on but their minds keep drifting. Will their budding relationships last?

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