Throttled (Dirty Air Series Book 1)

I wake up the next morning not being able to breathe. Something heavy lies on my chest, making it difficult for my lungs to expand, not to mention the warmth against my side.

I bolt up and try to piece together what happened. My body relaxes when I find Noah’s golden arm wrapped around my stomach. He rolls onto his other side at my jolt, replacing me with a pillow, looking innocent as he hugs it. I smile down at him and enjoy a younger-looking Noah.

My memories come back of how we stayed in his room last night, making out like teenagers.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand with a text from Santi.

Santi (09/17 9:13 a.m.): Where are you? You didn’t sleep in your bed.

A wave of shame hits me as I type out another lie. My thumb hovers over the send button, unsure about how far my deception will go. But Santi wouldn’t understand. At least not during this season, with tensions through the roof between him and Noah. I seal my fate by pressing send.

Maya (09/17 9:15 a.m.): Stayed with Sophie. Did you just get to the room?

Santi (09/17 9:18 a.m.): Uh, yeah. I’ll text you after I take a nap.

A nap at 9 a.m.? He’s always preferred to be private about his love life ever since he and his high-school girlfriend broke up after he chose F1 over her. Now my brother keeps his heart locked up like a maximum-security prison.

I squeal when Noah’s arms tug me back to bed, ending my conversation with Santi. Warm sheets wrap around my body as Noah pulls me into his chest.

“What are you doing up this early?” I dig how his voice sounds extra gravelly in the morning.

I lay my head on his chest. “Santi texted me to check in. Told him I’m staying with Sophie.”

“Mm. When does your flight take off?” His fingers drag through my hair, untangling knotted strands.

“Later today on a red-eye. We’re flying straight to the next race.”

He pauses his hand movements. “You know what that means?”

Can’t say I do. My brain doesn’t function in the morning without coffee.

My voice strains. “No. But tell me.”

More running of fingers through my hair. “Now that you’re sober enough to consent, I have a few things in mind.”

Noah’s lips find mine, kissing me senseless. I break away after a few minutes.

“I want to shower first. I feel gross after the club last night.” My nose scrunches at the thought of not washing off my makeup. I may or may not look like a racoon, but I need a mirror to confirm.

“What a great idea. Let me help you.” Noah hauls me out of bed and toward the bathroom. He places me on my feet before he sets up the shower, turning knobs and checking the temperature.

“It’s a tough task. Are you sure you’re up for the job?” I bat my lashes.

I don’t even know if I’m up for the job. Are we doing this? Going all the way?

Noah answers the question for me when he pulls off the big T-shirt I wore to sleep. I don’t even question how I ended up in said T-shirt, but I’m going with the flow, not wanting to kill the moment.

“You’re so beautiful.” He runs a hand through his already messy hair. His eyes roam over my body, taking me in. The way he looks at me makes me feel sexy, invigorated, and brazen.

I find it tough to distinguish steam from tension in the bathroom. It’s hot, he’s hot, the whole situation is fucking hot. My body feels feverish as he slowly appraises me again. His fingers drag across the slopes of my breasts, my skin pebbling at his touch, while excitement bubbles within me. His hand finds the clasp of my bra and he snaps it off, leaving only my lace panties. The last barrier between us.

My boobs bounce as I move closer to him. I decide he looks entirely overdressed and his boxer briefs need to go. My hand dips below his waistband, brushing against his cock, swiping at the bead of pre-cum on his tip. His body tenses and he groans.

“Let me help you out of these.” I pull at the waistband and drag them down his muscular legs. He kicks them off, exposing me to his naked glory.

My oh my, is it a sight indeed. People rave about American football or hockey players or any other type of sport. Ladies don’t understand how sexy F1 racers are. I pant at the image of Noah standing before me, all his golden skin visible, muscles tensing at my assessment. I was right. He does have rock-hard abs, a fuckable body, and kissable lips. He even has a defined v-cut that I want to run my tongue across. His cock is huge, begging to be touched, licked, and fucked. I’m game for all of the above.

“God. How many hours do you work out in a day?” The question slips past my lips without a filter.

He chuckles to himself, making me glad I got my stupid question out of the way. His body isn’t even remotely fair. I shut my eyes and open them back up to make sure I see everything right.

I bite my lip at the sight of him. He pulls me toward him, ending our eye-fucking session.

“How about I show you how much stamina I build up from my workouts. That’s the most impressive part.” He runs his hand down my spine.

I’m sold.

Our shower remains temporarily forgotten. His lips find mine, his tempo desperate, persistent, and careless. Teeth gnash, bite, and suck. Sensations overwhelm me, making me question if this is too much. I can combust here with a few touches to my center. His tongue strokes mine, invading my mouth and taking me prisoner. Sign me up for this life sentence. My heart hammers in my chest, unable to settle down at Noah’s relentless kisses. Hands grope his body, testing, touching, wanting, and assessing the ridges of his muscles as I memorize every part of him.

His hands find my underwear. Fingers trail the outside until they dip into my core. I groan as his fingers rub against me, making my body pulse with need.

A snapping sound rings over our labored breaths before loose lace falls at my feet.

“You tore my underwear? I’ve never had that happen before. I thought that was a thing in movies.”

His husky laugh turns me on even more.

“I’m not like any of the guys you’ve been with before. I may not be your first fuck, but I might as well be.” His domineering words ignite every nerve ending in my body.

Noah seals his possessiveness with a kiss. He demands everything from me, leaving no room for objections as he shatters any last bits of insecurity about us.

He lifts me in one easy swoop, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the shower. Our lips break contact when he situates us under the waterfall of hot water. Because this is Singapore and the people here are extra as fuck, it pours around both of us from all different directions, like they made this shower with couples in mind. I thank them for their thoughtfulness.

He pushes me against the shower tiles while his mouth finds mine again. Our kisses become lazier, less hurried, as we enjoy the time together. It’s the sweetest he’s ever kissed me before.

He puts me down and grabs the soap bar. His heavy gaze follows the contours of my body as he runs the soap across my skin, starting with my neck. Suds start to pour down my breasts. He spends extra time there as he brings my nipples to two sharp points. His hand creeps slowly down my stomach, making sure to soap up every part of me. My knees wobble at his caresses. But he takes his job seriously, being extremely thorough, learning every curve and dip of my body.

My breaths come out labored as his hands dip between my legs. His fingers find my center, but he remains focused on his task. I moan as he washes me in my most intimate place and cleans every part of me. He continues to lather me, all the way down to my feet.

A comfortable silence cloaks us; the only sounds in the shower include running water and our heavy breathing. Neither of us want to break the moment with words. I copy his same movements, running my hands across his chest, spreading soapy bubbles. I relish in the feel of him, his muscles straining under my touch. He closes his eyes, enjoying my touch, a moan slipping past his lips. Damn, I feel powerful making him feel just as good.

I commit to my cause, soaping him up wherever my hands go, roaming down his body and the ridges of his stomach. He groans as my small hands wrap around his cock. I pump once, twice, until he places his hand over mine.

“Your hand feels so fucking good, but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. We can wait.”

My lips smirk at him. I love how he’d hold off for me but I’m more than ready to go, not needing his chivalry.

I move along, kneeling to wash his legs. My hands return to his cock after I ditch the soap. My hand wraps around it before I take him in my mouth, the taste of him both salty and clean. His head tilts back against the shower tiles and he lets out a moan as my tongue traces along his shaft. Vibrations from my laugh prompt him to fist my wet hair in his hands and tug. I pull away to look up at him, interested in getting a read on the situation, seeing a disarmed Noah at my mercy.

“Don’t stop now. Finish what you started,” he growls before tugging on my hair. All righty then. Don’t have to tell me twice.

I suck him off like it’s an Olympic sport. I lick, stroke, and graze my teeth to add a different sensation. He groans, pulling on my hair. His reactions make me feel powerful, seductive, and turned on. My other hand massages his balls, giving them extra attention. Our eyes connect, blue eyes piercing mine as he brands my heart along with my body.

“Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock so good? Shit.” He moans as I suck him even deeper than before. His cock grazes the back of my mouth, testing my gag reflex. “Actually, wait. Don’t answer me, Maya. Shit, feels fucking amazing.”

I’d laugh if I wasn’t occupied.

His hands tug at my hair again, the sting turning me on more.

A tingling sensation creeps up my spine. My hand that was massaging his balls moves toward my center. I touch myself, feeling how needy I am. He takes control of my head and allows my other hand to play with my breasts. His hands push my head up and down his thick shaft while I stroke myself in desperation. I insert two fingers, slowly pumping to the rhythm of me sucking his cock.

He looks down at me pleasuring myself. His lazy smile excites me, igniting me from my heart to my clit.

“Holy shit, you’re so sexy. Look at you, sucking my cock while getting yourself off. Oh my God. You better be ready because I’m going to come. Now’s your chance to back out.”

I’m right there with him, my strokes becoming more frantic. No way in hell I’m not tasting him. Warm cum hitting the back of my throat does me in as I swallow everything he offers. He pulls out after finishing, giving me a moment to find relief. I moan as I explode on my own hand. Stars dance behind my eyelids as I come down from my haze, water falling on me while I sit in an unholy prayer pose. No Hail Mary can save me from him. I glance up at him, offering a playful grin in return.

“You’re going to be the death of me. I just fucking know it.” Noah lifts me off the floor and shuts off the water. He grabs us two fluffy towels, paying special attention to me as he wipes me dry. I wrap the fluffy towel around me like a dress while he wraps my wet hair in another towel. The gesture makes my heart squeeze, aware of how I’ve never had someone take care of me like this before.

We end up back on the bed, but this time the experience feels different. Noah’s movements show no rush to get this show on the road. I sit up as he removes the towel from my head and tosses it over the side of the bed, landing with a thud on the carpet. My eyes bulge at the brush in his hand. I let out a soft moan as he gets behind me and brushes my hair, starting at the bottom, removing knots meticulously.

“This is single-handedly one of the best things a guy has ever done for me.” My eyes close, enjoying the feeling of the brush running through my wet hair. I have no shame. Noah brushing my hair turns me on, the sensory experience making my heart swirl with emotions I can’t place.

He laughs. “You’re setting the bar too low for me.”

Noah enjoys the task, giving it his all. Once all the knots are gone, he returns the brush to the bathroom. I turn toward his standing form next to the bed.

“You’re gorgeous. A natural beauty.” His heated gaze travels down my towel-clad body, taking in my hotel fashion piece. Who knew I could make a towel look sexy?

One moment he stands next to the bed, the next moment he kneels on the floor while his hands pull my legs toward the edge of the bed.

I think I died and went to heaven.

Noah stares at me with intense eyes as he plucks the towel off me, exposing me again to him.

“I’ve thought about this for months. We’re going to enjoy every second of it because I’m in no hurry.”

I gasp when his fingers find my core. They part me and his mouth replaces his fingers, making me lift off the bed at the feeling of his tongue brushing against me. One of his hands pushes me back down and holds me there. His mouth is a relentless torture of the best kind, the mind-numbing type. I’m not sure if I could tell you my own name. He knows what to do, making the guys from my past look like amateurs. Let this be the only time I thank all the women before me.

Noah really is a fucking champion. Someone give this man a trophy.

He licks me, marking me, clearly enjoying the sounds that fall past my lips. Shit, it feels good. His strokes change speed and pressure, lapping at my center, making the most of the whole experience. The rough texture of his tongue makes my core pulse. He adds two fingers that slide easily inside of me, my body aching for his touch as his pumps match his licks. Pressure inside me builds.

“I’m so close. Oh my God, Noah.”

His throat rumbles. The sensation of that combined with the unyielding pump of his fingers pushes me over the edge. I combust, my brain soaring away from me. His licks continue as I come down from my high—a lust-induced haze that beats any drug. My brain shuts down, a prickling sensation traveling down my spine all the way to my curled toes.

He gives me a sweet kiss right at my core, making me melt on the spot.

Here lies Maya Alatorre.

“Death by orgasm. Seems like a good way to go.” My face heats at my mistake in saying that aloud.

He chuckles. “We’re not done yet. Save your eulogy for after the finale.” His wicked grin brings a smile to my face and a warmth to my center.

He keeps me in this position as he searches for what I assume is a condom in the nightstand. I frown when he pulls one out, questioning how he knew one would be there in the first place.

He looks down at me, his smile dropping until realization dawns across his face. He sifts through the nightstand, pulling out a box that still has the plastic wrapping. His knees hit the hotel carpet, making us eye-level.

“Brand new pack. I’m serious when I say I haven’t been with anyone. Not since that day.” His eyes flit to the side, shame marring his face about Baku.

“I believe you. You said you want to try, that you’re all in?” I look into his blue eyes, giving him an out in case he wants to take it.

Noah doesn’t blink. “Maya, I’m willing to try. You won’t regret it. I swear.”

I bring my lips to his, sealing his words with a kiss. He breaks the moment as he stands up, his eyes darkening as he gazes down my body again.

He fists his dick and pumps a few times, pre-cum dripping from the tip, enticing me. I lick my lips at the sight.

“Next time.” His thumb rubs the drop before he brings it to my mouth. I suck on the pad of his thumb, tasting his saltiness. His eyes darken as I lick and nibble.

“You’re a naughty little thing. I would have never guessed that you like to play dirty.”

The quintessential sound of foil ripping fills me with excitement. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Yup. Those words came out of my mouth. I blame him because I’m not usually such a mouthy one, but he boosts my confidence.

He smiles while shaking his head. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Noah gives no warning. No sweet words before he grabs my legs and thrusts himself into me, the hotel bed perfectly situated for this position. My eyes water at the amazing feeling of him filling me. His dick is big, and I haven’t exactly done this in a while. But he reads my body like he’s been doing this to me forever. His fingers find my clit, rubbing it, making my body pulse with pleasure instead of pain. I forget the uncomfortable feeling of him stretching me to my limits.

“You’ll get used to it. I promise.” He kisses my lips softly. Another kind gesture, his words sinking into me and taking residence in my heart.

He moves inside of me, his previous sweetness abandoned.

“Holy shit.” Words breathlessly escape my lips.

“You’re fisting my cock so tightly, Maya. It’s like a dream. If I had known it would be this good, I don’t think I would have held back for this long.” His groans fill the room. I grab the sheets above my head, desperate for something to ground me as he pounds into me slowly.

He stares into my eyes as he finds an amazing tempo. Our bodies move together in harmony, our chemistry nothing short of fantastic.

Noah drives it home. He grabs each of my legs and places them over his shoulder blades. The position makes his dick feel like I’m being fucked for the first time. A sweet torment. His pumps speed up as he slides easily in and out of me. Rough hands rove over my breasts, pinching my nipples. I arch my back, unable to regulate my body’s responses, his movements becoming eager and uncontrolled.

“Oh. My. God.” My voice comes off as nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

He changes his position slightly, making his dick rub against my G-spot. Noah controls the situation. My body quakes as he continues to thrust into me, strategically hitting my spot every time. I throw my head back as my spine curves up toward him.

“You feel fucking amazing. Tell me you’re almost there.” He doesn’t wait for a response. My body says everything my mouth can’t with nothing but moans and groans passing my lips. One hand finds my clit while the other grips one of my ass cheeks. He pulls my ass up off the bed, taking advantage of the angle. His roughness adds to his appeal, showing me how eager he is, and fuck it feels good. His desperation is my gain.

“Yes!”

My body vibrates, my release closing in. I can tell by the strain in Noah’s face he follows right behind me.

“Noah…” I don’t recognize my own voice, the neediness foreign to my ears.

“Fuck yeah, babe, I’m there with you.”

Simple words push me over the edge. I explode around him, my moan echoing off the hotel walls. He fucks me like a man possessed, his body straining as he holds me in the position he needs while I lose myself in my climax.

Noah’s stunning smile is the last thing I see before my eyes close. His orgasm hits him, his cock twitching inside of me as he rides out his release. Frantic pumps become slower, lazier before his body shudders. He stays inside of me until his cock softens, not wanting to break our connection.

We groan together when he pulls out of me after a few minutes.

“You’re so damn perfect, inside and out.” Noah brushes loose hair out of my face, running a knuckle across my flushed cheeks.

I smile at him. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

He gives me a kiss before he takes care of the condom in the bathroom. When he comes back, he drags me back to the head of the bed. We lie there together. I bask in the afterglow of the best sex of my life.

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

I smile into his chest. Likewise.