Noah lifted her head, amused by her embarrassment, looking in her eyes before he kissed her. He kissed her again and again, having missed her lips for so long. Melanie wrapped her arms around him, tugging him closer as she kissed him back with equal passion that let him know that Melanie had held her feelings back for a long time too.
The reason he couldn't be angry with her was not because of the chaotic energy of the night, but because he knew she hadn't left him to hurt him, but for the exact opposite. Melanie seemed hard on the outside at times, but on the inside, she was goo, fluffy as a piece of cotton candy and equally as sweet.
But though he wasn't angry, there was a fear in him that he couldn't ignore. It felt like every time he had her in his arms, she was snatched away. He couldn’t keep a hold of her, and Noah didn’t know if something else in the future would take her away again.
"Tell me you love me," Noah whispered against her lips, wanting to hear it from her own mouth. He hiked up her dress, slipping off her panties with ease. It wasn't ideal. He would have rather been anywhere else but here, but he needed her and had missed her direly. He snatched his belt off, unbuckling his pants.
"I love you," she whispered, and when he tried to free himself from his briefs, she stopped him, grabbing his face and forcing him to look at her. "I never stopped loving you, Noah. I just wanted what—"
Noah kissed her words away, knowing the rest. He released his member, and in one fell swoop, slipped inside of her. Melanie gasped, and Noah gave her a second to adjust before he hoisted her up against the wall and started pounding in her.
"Oh, fuck. I missed you so much," Melanie whimpered in his ear. "Fuck me, harder. Please."
Noah obliged, stroking in deeper as Melanie braced the wall. She was wetter than the ocean, and her soft, breathy moans made him harder. He wanted to hear more, wanted to hear how loud she could really be, but he also knew that they were playing a dangerous game, and it wouldn't be long before someone came in here.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, the door opened. Melanie was so caught up in her own pleasure that she didn't seem to notice, and though Melanie's moans were always music to his ears, her anger wasn't. Noah placed a hand over her mouth, muffling her moans. Melanie's eyes popped open, and then she heard what he heard. Noah could see the fear in her eyes. But he didn't want her to be like this.
Noah slowly pumped up, and Melanie looked at him wide-eyed, with a warning stare. Noah did it again, a long deep stroke that made Melanie squeeze her eyes tight in pleasure as she whimpered. Noah moved his mouth to her ear.
"You want me to move my hand so they can hear your filthy moans,Professor."
Melanie whimpered again, her nipples rock hard beneath her dress. Noah pumped in her again with slow teasing strokes as Melanie's eyes misted.
"I wonder where Noah went," someone said. Noah peered out the crack of the stall door and saw a girl standing in front of the mirror with her friend, placing make-up on. Noah recognized a puck bunny when he saw one.
"I've been searching for him all night, but too many people are in the way. How am I supposed to get to know the Beast with all these people around?"
"You want to domorethan get to know him," her friend said, giggling.
"Okay,maybeI want to see what his bed looks like too," the girl admitted, laughing as well.
A few months ago, that kind of girl would have been in his bed. A win, a drunken night with his friends, and picking up some puck bunny, who wanted her name associated with his. But here he was in a stall with Melanie, the woman who once had been his professor, fucking her nice and slow, watching her lose it. He wouldn't trade it for anything else. Noah dropped his hand and quickly replaced it with his mouth. Melanie bit on his lip as he changed his angle, so he could dive in deeper. He could feel everything, all of her, sparking pleasure throughout his body.
"Let's go, so we can find him," the girl said before she left out with her friend. The moment she did, Melanie released his lip and slapped his back, hard.
"What?" Noah asked innocently, pausing.
"They could have heard us," she argued, and before she could continue, Noah put his hand over her mouth and fucked her again, his strokes much faster. Noah could feel the vibrations of her moans on the palms of his hand, and though the feeling was great, he wanted to hear her music again, so he dropped his hand.
"Harder," she crocked out before kissing him. Noah held on to her tighter, going into her harder as their skin slapped together, and from the way she clamped down on him, Noah couldn't hold it any longer.
"I'm going to cum, baby," Noah told her. He wished he could hold on longer. He wanted it to last forever, but she felt too good.
"Me too," Melanie whined, and then he felt it as she spasmed on his cock. Noah reluctantly pulled out and shot his load against the wall.
They both breathed heavily as they held each other in their sweat. Noah lowered Melanie to the floor.
"You know that wasn't a part of the bet, right?" Noah said as he buckled up his pants. "You got to give me way more than that tonight to satisfy a champ."
"Oh, I will," Melanie said, confidently, her eyes sparkling with her desire. And Noah couldn't help but anticipate what was in store for him later.
After they both finished cleaning themselves up, Melanie said, "You do understand why I did it, right?" She caressed his cheek in the palm of her hands, looking into his eyes.
"I know,” Noah said. “But what's best for me is you being by my side, not away from me."
"Okay," Melanie said.
"No more leaving me," Noah told her. Even if it was unreasonable, he didn't want her to leave his side again.
