“You’re saying that you just found out about our parents?” I asked him.
He nodded. “Yeah, on Sunday night.”
“So when I asked you about my mom and your dad last week, you weren’t lying to me?”
He looked even more confused. “What? No, not at all.”
I let out a long, slow sigh. I felt like such an idiot. Noah hadn’t lied to me. He had found out about our parents on his own, and he had never lied to me about it. And there I was, pissed at him, yelling at him in a supply closet, all because of a misunderstanding.
I felt like an idiot. Worse, I felt like a jerk. He hadn’t deserved it one bit. I was so quick to assume the worst in him, because everything I had found out about him suggested that I should. I mentally kicked myself for buying into the gossip and the hype before I even gave him a real chance.
“I’m sorry Noah,” I said quietly.
“I’m not really sure what’s going on here, dots.”
I looked away. “I thought you lied to me about our parents. I thought you were using that to get closer to me.”
“Would that have worked?” I felt him draw nearer.
I looked up at him, my face flashing anger. He was grinning softly, and I shook my head.
“No, it wouldn’t have.”
“I guess that explains the supply closet.”
“That was really out of line.”
He shrugged. “I get it. Look, I’m sorry if that kiss was too much.”
Oh god. That kiss hadn’t been too much. That kiss was perfect. I was being too much. I was so prepared to believe the worst possible scenario without even bothering to ask him.
“That kiss wasn’t too much. Yelling at you was too much.” I felt like such a jerk.
He laughed. “Yeah dots, that was pretty intense. You’re sexy when you get pissed, though.”
I gave him a look then shook my head. “Can’t you ever give it a rest?”
He stepped even closer, and then he wrapped his arms around my waist. I took a deep breath, surprised, as a flood of emotion and desire hit my core. His body was strong and firm and pressed up against mine, and it was all I had wanted all night, even when I was angry and pretending I could move on.
“No, not when I’m around you.”
He leaned in and kissed me hard, his lips soft but hungry against mine, and I reached up to hook my hands behind his head, returning his kiss with a passion and a desire I hadn’t known was inside of me. We kissed like that on the sidewalk, the night dark and empty around us, and I imagined there was a spotlight from the moon shining down on our entwined bodies.
We were the only stars in the most important movie in my life. My legs began to tremble at his touch.
He pulled away and turned toward a nearby building, reaching up and grabbing my hand to pull me along behind him. We half ran toward the wall, and he slipped us into some shadows, blocked by bushes on either side. He pressed my back against the rough brick and reached my hands above my head, holding them there and kissing my chin and neck.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered in my ear.
“Someone might see us,” I said back.
“Fuck that, I want you.”
I felt his one hand roam down my chest and along my hips as his lips pressed against mine again. I felt his tongue run part my lips, and his taste flooded my mouth, perfect and spring. His other hand slipped down the front of my black jeans, deftly flicked out my button, unzipped the fly, and slid into my panties. I let out a small gasp as his rough hands found my wetness. He bit my lip, grinning, as his fingers found my spot.
“You want me, too,” he whispered.
“Fuck you, Noah,” I moaned into his ear, as his fingers circled my soaking core then began to work me in expert circles. It may have been true, but he was still an asshole.
My hands dropped from above my head to link around his shoulders as his other hand reached around to cup and grab my ass as he teased my soaked mound. I briefly felt him rub the entrance then slip inside of me. I let out a low moan into his ear, and he began to kiss along my neck.
“I want to make you come, right here,” he grunted.
“Somebody is going to see,” I shot back, panting; pleasure ran up and down my spine. I could barely think straight. The idea that a stranger might catch Noah bringing me to orgasm with his fingers only added to the excitement, despite my protests.
He stroked me slowly as his mouth found mine. The rough brick was hard against my back, and I could feel the thick outline of his cock pressing against my thigh. I was moaning softly, trying to stifle the sound as best I could by pressing my lips against his neck.
“I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you,” he whispered in my ear. I loved his voice and his lips and his fingers, all working together. My knees trembled and the muscles in my back began to tense as the pleasure built in my core.