27. Noah
Noah
Trouble’s the Sharpie stain I can’t scrub off my skin, a scar I keep touching just to remember how it happened.
In a way, I’m scared she might be permanent in my brain.
I can’t stop tracing the outline of her on the bed with such fragile eyes when I know better not to get attached to her.
I’d do anything to have her mascara stain my sheets, have her bite down on a pillow with her legs wrapped around my shoulders as I love her inside and out.
But I also need to bury this thought deep in a coffin and drop it six feet under the ground.
My lungs are caving in on me as I stand by the door debating on locking it, my heart is in my ears, thumping so loud that I think I might actually be nervous if I do this.
I could tell her right now we should find towels and call it a night, but that’s not what my body is doing.
The lock clicks under my thumb. I’m taking slow steps to the bed.
A million goosebumps flood over her skin as my footsteps creak on the floorboard coming closer. I swear she's about to hyperventilate. I press both hands on the mattress, and her cold wet face is inches from mine.
She closes her eyes and makes a throaty noise. A brittle moan, and I’m not even touching her. I crawl onto the bed, and she scoots back until her back meets the millions of throw pillows.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I melt into her, kissing her, and she tastes sweet.
Her bare leg wraps around my hip, and her cold naked body molds into mine.
Our tongues converse in their own forbidden language.
I cup her cheek as she bites at my bottom lip, tugging with her teeth.
It’s as if she knows I’m turned on by that, and I part my mouth open, and there's no hesitation as she brushes her tongue along mine.
She fists a chunk of my hair, yanking it hard.
I pause and pull my lips away, and glance at her beautifully sculpted body.
Her perfectly round breasts are big enough to fill my entire hand.
Her golden nipples are tempting me to sin and I take a mouthful.
She arches into me, and my heart does that thing again where it beats out of my control.
Her pussy is warm and wet against my legs, and I’m already having dizzy spells.
There’s nothing I can do. My dick doesn’t care that I’m cold all over. It turns to granite.
She breathes into my mouth. The look in her eyes is begging me to cave in.
“Charlie...” I say, but she cuts me off with a peck on the lips. I’m stuck in her web like a stupid boy and just kiss her back. I pepper kisses on the side of her lips, trailing down her throat to the crease of her neck where I bite down.
I get exactly what I want. Her whimpering, those pretty pink nails digging into my arms, and her thrusting into my leg just enough that my dick gets a bit of action. I suck hard on her skin, breathing her in, digging my teeth into her just enough to get her to moan.
“Don’t run away.” It comes out of her mouth mixed with a moan as my lips glide down to her breasts.
I wrap my mouth around her nipples. My tongue is flicking and sucking.
They’re hard and cold along my warm tongue.
The chlorine is all over her. The minute I bite down on the side of her breasts, she moans again, arching her navel into my hard-on. “Stay with me...”
My world is on fire, and if I answer her or say how I feel, I’d lose her. She’ll become my world, and the world only knows how to do one thing. It breaks my heart. She’s done something wicked to me because I just know that I’m going to pass out later tonight with her stuck even in my dreams.
Charlie’s cheeks flush a crimson red as I glide a hand down her collarbone to her breasts, making sure to massage them before grabbing her hips.
I squeeze her thigh before using the same hand to push her legs open.
I’m going to get so high off the chlorinated scent of our swim session mixed with the intoxicating smell of her.
I glance down at her pussy for only a split second until the same fingers run over her slits. Then I gaze back at her to get her reaction. More like her permission. Her hips bucked up against my hand. Nothing comes out of my mouth other than my steady breaths. She’s so wet that my hands are coated.
The cold tips of my fingers move, studying her anatomy, until I find that sweet spot.
I start to stroke her clit in a circular motion, and I peck her on the lips and watch her.
My gaze is focused on her face, the way her lips part and her chest rises and falls, and suddenly she’s breathing harder.
“Is this you initiating?” she asks with an innocent moan coming from her lips.
“Do you want to stop?” I ask.
“I’ve never...”
“I know you’ve never...”
“No, I’ve never umm...” Her legs tremble, and she throws her head back into the pillow biting back a moan as I stroke faster.
Fuck, those sweet sounds are going to make me explode without even being touch.
“I haven’t, oh... my... fuck.” She can’t stop cursing every two seconds between each gasp and sweet sound she makes.
I dip two fingers inside her opening, and she gasps. So wet. So fucking wet and tight. Shit, she's fucking tighter than any virgin I’ve been with. “Oh...” I say.
“I’ve... oh, oh, oh.”
“You’ve never... I see now.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Mmhmm.” My thumb circles her clit knowing I’m on a mission now. She must like that. She thrusts into my hand in slow, steady motions, as my thumb slicks back and forth, spreading her wetness everywhere.
“Noah.” She hisses between her teeth. I circle her tight little hole, applying enough pressure to make her back arch off the bed.
“That’s it, Trouble.”
The walls of her pussy squeeze my fingers. I kiss her moans and move down, sucking on her neck. Her hands fist the sheets.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t...” she moans out, and she’s close.
My fingers give her clit my full attention, beating it with each stroke as I lave my tongue over the hard nubs of her breast. The second I bite her nipples, she whimpers even more.
The sound of my fingers sliding in and out of her dripping pussy has my dick throbbing. My balls are so tight it hurts.
“I want you to be my...” she rasps out. “I want you to make me come.” She arches again and lets out a moan. “No one’s made me come before.”
“Then, come for me.” I lean down, sucking on her nipples again, lashing it with my tongue before pulling off with a wet pop.
I moved to the other, giving it the same treatment, biting down just enough to make her cry out.
Her big, beautiful tits were in my mouth, and I worshipped them.
I could feel the frantic beat of her heart through her chest.
She’s fucking my hand, milking each second, and she doesn’t disappoint.
The sounds she makes has my chest growing hotter than hell.
My brain goes dizzy as each gasping moan tells me it’s me that’s making her feel this way.
Her body is mine. These gorgeous tits in my mouth belong to me.
When her body trembles and goes limp on the bed, her eyes roll to the back of her head, I know I've got her there.
She grabs my wrists with both of her hands.
Her moans bounce in every corner of the room.
“You sound so sweet,” I whisper and kiss a trail up her neck to her swollen lips. My hand that was fucking her pussy grasps her thigh, squeezing it. She’s saturated with sweat, glistening like gold on her sheets. I could fall in love with the sounds she makes for me.
“What do I gotta do to be with you?” she asks, her grey eyes glimmering into my soul.
My breath gets caught up in my throat, my heart splitting down the middle because I’m not sure if she means fucking on this bed, or if she wants to actually be with me.
I’m hoping for both, but the second one I dream about more than everything.
“Tell me,” she begs.
A reality check is seeping back in. The shit I’m dealing with all comes back into my brain as the high of her starts to dissipate. “What time is it?” I ask.
She reaches on her nightstand grasping her phone flipped over. “Fuck, it’s almost midnight.”
“It’s getting a bit late. I don’t want to get caught by your mom.” I peck her on the cheeks and scoot off the bed, pushing my hair out of my face.
“No, don’t leave.” She sits up, bouncing her bottom on the mattress until she gets off. She grasps my hand. “I haven’t even made you feel good.”
The air turns cold as if I stole all the warmth in the room. “You don’t need to get me off. Being your first is my treat.”
“I wish you would stay.” She lets me go, leaving my hand limp at my side. She coils her wet hair in tight circles. I need help. Therapy. Something. Someone needs to wipe the lust out of my eyes, and just be plain old Noah again.
I don’t want this desire to open up. Fuck, I did tonight. Just a little bit. I dunno if it was a good idea to tell her I’ve admired her before the bathroom bullshit. I taught myself how not to feel, and something about her is undoing it all. Now all my hard work is for nothing.
She scrounges around the room and finds a clean pair of underwear and throws on a shirt. My stuff is all in the living room. I don’t take another minute to open the door and walk down the narrow hallway. My clothes are neatly folded on the futon, and I’m dressed in less than ten seconds.
“When can I see you again?” she asks, seeming desperate in the question, as if I might disappear from her life entirely. I don’t like that thought settling in my mind at all. But it would also fix all my problems if I ran away.
“I’ll text you in the morning.” I gulp down the jawbreaker stuck in my throat. I grant her one tight hug and another kiss on the lips before slipping out the front door.