Chapter 13 Noah
Noah
Stubborn.
Difficult.
Hard to handle.
These labels have followed me for most of my life.
And for the most part, I’ve never minded. I’ve almost grown to expect it. Welcomed them, even.
But here, now. As Brad showers me with praises I’ve never heard before, touching me in ways that I’ve never been touched, I can only hope he doesn’t see me as those labels.
Because, for the first time, in a long time, I don’t want to disappoint someone. For the first time, I actually don’t want to quit something good for me.
I’m not ready for this to be over yet.
I push my face more into the blankets, trying to hide the blush creeping up my neck. I can feel the heat rising as he keeps exploring me.
“Look at what I did to you,” he says softly, his voice dripping in lust and amazement. He pushes his finger gently into me, and I can feel how much easier my body accepts him than it did last night. “So beautifully ruined.” He marvels quietly.
I nod my head. He really had his way with me last night to the point that I can still feel him now and that turns me on even more.
I grunt as his second finger slips in shortly after.
“I want you just,” thrusts deeper, “like,” deeper, “this”.
The pressure inside of me builds even more as he curls his fingers, pressing on the marvelous spot he seems to always find.
A whimper escapes me as he pounds his fingers, and I crumble beneath him.
“I love the way you fuck me.” I can’t help the words before they barrel out of my mouth.
“Yeah?” I hear the smirk on Brad’s voice. “Look at me, Noah,” Brad rasps. I lift my head and look over my shoulder.
The look on his face as he stares at his fingers inside my ass, pushes me right to the edge. His face is full of longing, filled with want and lust, mesmerized by the sight as he rocks his hips in time with his fingers. I see his hand gripping his hard cock, twisting it at the top back down again.
The moment his eyes connect with mine, we share a moment I don’t think I’ll ever get over. It’s like we’re so locked in that nothing else exists. I know he feels it too. I can see it.
I bite my lip ring and see his eyes zone into the action.
“Fuck,” he groans. He’s getting close. “Come for me, Noah.”
That pressure right on the edge finally pushes me over. My legs tremble as the second orgasm rushes through me.
“Fuck, fuck, shit!” I groan, fisting the sleeping bag. I tense as my cum splashes down my thighs, coating the sleeping bag, while he rocks his fingers back and forth inside me.
A deep moan is pulled from Brad’s chest and I quickly feel warmth spread over my hole and drip down the back of my legs. “So damn good,” he exhales, running his hand down my back softly. “I knew you could do it again.”
I’ve never in my whole damn life come without my dick being touched. And somehow, this weekend, I’ve done it twice. Un-fucking-real.
Before I can catch my breath, I gasp, feeling his mouth engulf my asshole.
“Oh, holy shit!” I cry out, burying my face into the blankets.
It feels fucking incredible. His warm mouth covers me, while his tongue playfully licks and flicks across my hole.
He’s literally making out with my ass and it feels dirty and wrong and so fucking amazing and mind-bending all at the same time.
It’s like it’s his favorite meal he’s ever had and the sounds he’s making while he’s doing it makes it all the better.
He backs up, spits on my hole before diving in again, making my eyes roll back.
The overstimulation is so much and I can hardly handle it as my body shivers.
I lower my chest to the sleeping bag, spread my legs and rest as he continues taking his time with me.
“So perfect,” he mutters to himself, pushing his tongue into my ass slowly. He’s not even looking for another orgasm, I don’t think. He just wants to enjoy this.
I lay there basking in the feeling of being absolutely wrecked a little while longer, until he finishes, crawls up and joins me. Laying on his back, he lands with a soft grunt.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, running his hand through his hair. He stares up at the tent ceiling, dazed. I watch him, already craving more. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.” He smiles softly.
I bite my bottom lip and turn my head to look up too. “I hope you don’t.”
***
I pack my thrown around shirts into my bag and try to ignore the tense feeling I have in my chest.
Brad has just left for a shower after I just returned from mine. Deciding to go separately was a strategic idea since the last time, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other and almost got caught.
I’ve seemed to have met my match sexually. Brad’s sex drive is as high as mine.
Not to mention, he really has a knack for eating ass.
Yet another thing I’ve grown to really like about him.
I throw another piece of my belongings into my bag. I fucking hate that we have to leave.
I never wanted to go on this stupid fucking camping trip and now here I am, ready to kick and scream, begging not to go back home.
“Noah?” I hear a soft voice coming from outside of the tent.
Confused, I unzip the tent door and climb out. Thankfully, I had a shower before any unexpectant run-ins. I was covered in our ‘evidence’ all morning.
I climb out and raise my eyebrows when I take in who it is.
“Oh, hey Dakota.” I shake my hair out of my eyes and look her over. This is…random. “What’s up?” I ask.
She’s standing there, excitedly with her hands behind her back and basically bouncing on her toes.
“I remembered you were leaving today so I thought I’d come say bye.” She bites her bottom lip, looking me over from head to toe.
“Oh! Well, that’s really nice of you but—”
“It was really nice to spend time with you again...like old times. ” She steps forward. “Actually…I came here last night to tell you, but…you and your step-dad sounded...busy.” She smiles suspiciously.
My mouth falls open, then closes again.
“Dakota.” The words tumble out of me as I try and explain myself. “He’s not my step-dad. He’s just dating my mom and I—”
“Relax. It’s not like I’d tell anyone. Plus…I don’t judge you. ” She steps closer, playing with the trim on the tent.
I swallow deeply, taking a step back.
“You don’t?” I ask, purely out of curiosity.
Her brows furrow. “We used to be close, remember? Why would I ever judge you?”
Memories of us in first year of high school, flickers through my mind. We used to get into trouble with a bunch of friends under the bleachers, during sports games, hell, one time I helped her egg an exes house. We did have fun together.
She wasn’t just a friend…she was my best friend.
“Seeing you and hanging out…it felt nice to do it again.”
My brows raise. “Yeah, it was nice—”
“And, if I’m being honest,” she interrupts, “I hated that we lost touch after…”
My heart drops as I realize what she’s about to mention. My dad wasn’t the only person I lost. Friendships dwindled the more I shut down. I just didn’t realize it mattered.
“How about this,” she says, breaking me out of my head. “I’ll give you my new number and you can call me if you ever feel in the mood to…I don’t know—get away or get into trouble. Either works.” She winks.
Before I can answer, she grabs my arm. Taking out a pen from her back shorts pocket, she scribbles her name and number on my arm.
“See ya, Noah.” She smiles, stalking away.
I look down at the number jotted down on my arm.
That was…strangely sweet.
Connecting to old friends isn’t usually my style. Mustering up the past? Skip.
But, something about being around Brad this weekend makes me think…giving people a chance isn’t always so bad.
I am so fucked.