Slowly, he pulled away, our bodies still entwined.
“I’ve been thinking about that all night,” he said.
“Then why ignore me?”
“I have my reasons,” he said.
He pulled away, grabbing my hand, and took me back out into the hall. We walked down a few doors, and entered another room, about the same size as his sister’s, but definitely a boy’s room.
Before I could inspect it too closely, he shut the door, pulled me against him, and pushed me up against the wall. I let out a small gasp as his lips found my neck, his body crushed up against mine, and my breath came in pants and gasps. I wanted him so badly, his perfect body crushing up against mine.
“Wait, Noah, what’s going on?” I gasped as I felt him begin to unhook the button on my pants and unzip the short fly.
“Right now, I’m going to make you come again,” he grunted. I felt myself grow soaked, excitement flushing through me.
“No, I mean with us,” I said.
He slipped his hands down my pants and immediately found my spot. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, supporting myself with his strong frame, as he slowly rubbed me, flooding my mind with desire and pleasure.
“Shit’s complicated,” he said softly, kissing my neck and ear.
“No, I mean, yes,” I groaned as he slipped his hand down my panties.
“Soaked through already, dots,” he said, grinning.
“Ah, shit Noah, I mean, why?”
“Because I’m sick of not fucking you, that’s why.”
I let out a small moan as he said that, and I could tell I was inches away from losing myself. I reached up and got a handful of his hair, and pulled it. He gasped and grunted, chin tilting upwards.
“No, why are things complicated?” I said, more forcefully.
His fingers slowed down, rubbing gently on my spot, but giving me a little more space to think. He locked eyes with me, his face a half grin of surprise and pain.
“It’s my dad. He threatened me.”
“What does that have to do with us?”
“He threatened me because of you.”
I was quiet a second, letting that sink in. I relaxed my grip on his hair, and he began to work my core again, running his fingers in slow, soft circles around my soaked clit. He moved his mouth close to my ear and I felt his warm breath
“I told him about you last week. He was pissed. Remembers your mom. At the premier yesterday, he threatened my trust fund if I kept seeing you.”
I let out a small, soft moan as he slipped a finger inside of me.
“Then why...?” I managed to get out.
“Because fuck him. I want you.”
It all clicked into place, and suddenly the past few days made sense. Noah’s distance, the way he seemed to shift randomly between wanting me and avoiding me. All that time he was dealing with his dad in the background, and despite the risk, he still wanted me. It wasn’t some minor thing, to lose his trust fund; it was probably a lot of money, or at least more money than I’d ever see on my own.
But it wasn’t his money that drew me to him, though, it was the Noah buried under the tattoos and the cursing. It was the way people continually defended him, even when he was being a complete asshole, because they saw a side of him that he didn’t show to everyone.
I lost myself fully in his body and his embrace as he continued to work my spot. After another minute more, I pushed him back, and began to unbuckle his belt. I slipped it out, unzipped his jeans, and pressed my hand down his pants.
“Ah, shit,” he grunted, as I wrapped my fingers around his dick. He was big, thick and long, and rock hard already. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him hard as I gently stroked his length. He wrapped his arms around me, returning my kiss. I couldn’t believe I had his thick cock in my hand, stroking its length, and I realized how starved for his body I had been.
I pulled my hand out and pushed him away, toward the bed.
“I like this side of you, dots,” he said, a devilish grin on his face.
“Shut up, ass,” I said.
I pulled off the shirt I had struggled to get on, and I felt his eyes immediately run down and along my body, lingering over my breasts. My nipples were hard and perky, and I was practically vibrating with how badly I wanted him.
He slipped off his shirt, revealing a tattooed arm and chest, defined muscles and abs. We both pulled off our jeans, undressing together in a hurry, an unspoken deal. When we finished, I stood there for a moment, looking at his naked body. He was sculpted, strong and lean, and his thick rod stood straight out between us. His eyes lingered on my full breasts and hips, and there was a deep desire in his eyes as I took a step closer.
He walked over to his night table and opened a drawer, pulling out a condom. I followed him, and pushed him down onto the bed, his legs dangling over the edge.