Filmed_ An Alpha Bad Boy Romance(32)

“Your polka dot panties have been driving me insane,” he groaned.

I let out a gasp as he began to stroke my most sensitive spot.

“I want you to get off right here,” he whispered again. I feel his finger press firmly against my clit.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned back, completely lost in his body and his smell. He easily cupped my ass and squeezed, pressing my hips forward more firmly into his moving fingers, massaging my aching and soaked core.

Suddenly, I heard voices nearby, and getting louder.

“Someone’s coming,” I whispered franticly.

“Better be quiet then,” he said back. I could feel his fingers slow to a mind-burning pace, but he didn’t stop. I gripped his back and bit gently down on his shoulder as he continued to work me, struggling to stay quiet. Two people walked by on the path, but neither of them noticed us hidden back in the shadows of the building. I figured we were tough to see, since we both were dressed in black. They passed by and I bit down harder.

“Shit, dots,” he grunted in reply, beginning to work me back into a frenzy.

I could feel the tension building, higher and harder. As the people disappeared around the corner, I let out a low moan and felt a deep, explosive release overtake me. The contrast between the strain to stay quiet, and the sudden increase in intensity pushed me over the edge. My entire body tensed, and I felt my toes curl as he continued to work me.

“Oh god, Noah,” I whispered, coming hard. I hadn’t felt like that in a long time, and never from a guy’s hands alone. Shooting waves of pleasure rolled up and down my spine, making my head tingle white.

Slowly, the wave of pleasure crested and dissipated, leaving my whole body in a slight glow. His pace relaxed, and then he slipped his hand from my pants.

“You asshole, we almost got caught,” I said, hitting his chest. He grinned at me.

“I know, and you loved it.”

He was right, I did. Before I could give him my wittiest retort, he kissed me hard, his hands gripping my hips. He held me like that, kissing me deeply, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. After what felt like an hour of slow, deep making out, he pulled away. He buttoned my pants for me and zipped me back up.

“Thanks, dick,” I said, laughing.

“No problem, dots.”

“You have to stop it with the dots thing.”

He shook his head. “I can’t. That image is forever burned into my mind.”

I blushed and smiled, then covered up my embarrassment by hitting him in the shoulder with my palm. He felt like he was made of stone, and it probably hurt me more than it hurt him.

“Walk me home,” I said.

“Of course. I’m a gentleman, after all.”

I snorted. “Yeah, okay. You’re a gentleman that gets girls off in public.”

He began to walk back out toward the pathway. “I’m a special kind of gentleman then, but a gentleman nonetheless.”

I followed him, and as we began to head back toward my apartment, he caught my hand in his and squeezed it. I squeezed back, not sure what any of that meant, not sure where anything was going, but content in the moment, in his strong hand holding mine in the cool night air, and in the glow buzzing through my head. I wanted more of Noah, more of him, endless nights of Noah.





Chapter Twelve


After he walked me home, we exchanged numbers, and then he kissed me goodbye. He said he had to be somewhere early in the morning, which I guessed was why he didn’t try and come upstairs. I was glad he didn’t; things had started out in a strange place, and I wasn’t ready to rush into anything.

Still, if he had asked, I would have said yes. I would have said yes to anything he wanted right then.

I went up into my apartment, practically floating, and found Chris sitting on the couch staring at the television.

“Sup girl,” Chris said as I walked in.

“I made out with Noah,” I blurted out. I couldn’t help myself.

Chris sat up straight, a surprised and amused look on her face.

“No shit?” she said.

“Yeah, seriously. I’m as surprised as you are.”

I sat down next to her, dropping my bag by the coffee table.

“What happened?”

I told her the whole story, beginning with our altercation in the supply closet, and ending with a brief mention of some heavy kissing. I decided to keep the details to myself. She didn’t need to know what his fingers felt like sliding into me, making my back arch and my lips part, and the excitement I felt at almost being caught.

When I finished, she had a weird look on her face. I couldn’t exactly read it, but it definitely wasn’t good.

“Well, what do you think?” I prodded her.