This new Noah is a mystery to me, and I kind of like that I get to unravel him layer by layer until I get to the center.
“Yup. Spending it with one of you guys’ beats spending the holidays alone,” he says with a shrug, and my heart hurts at how nonchalant he is about it all.
I stand and approach him until I’m between his knees and grab his hand before pulling him to his feet. He opens his mouthto say something, but I don’t give him a chance to speak, I just wrap my arms around him and bury my head in his chest. His own arms are limp for a moment before they wrap around me. He squeezes me and lowers his head to my hair. I suck in a breath, a weird feeling that I can’t name filling me as his hard body presses against mine.
“I’m sorry your parents are shit,” I mutter, and he snorts before pressing a kiss to my hair. It’s so like him that it brings a smile to my face. Even though I’m the one who’s trying to comfort him, he’s the one who knows how to put me at ease.
He's always been affectionate, and I’m kind of jealous of the girl he ends up with one day, since I know without a doubt that he’ll treat her like a queen.
“Don’t apologize for things you can’t control. I love my life, little one. I wouldn’t change any of it even if I was given the chance. In this moment, I have everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’d never change a single thing.”
I sigh before taking a step back and plopping down on the sofa. I pat the space next to me, and he grins. “So, what are we watching?”
White hot pleasure rushes through me as pressure slides against my clit. I rub against it, seeking for friction and whimper as electricity crackles down my spine.
I get closer to the edge, right on the precipice of my orgasm and my eyes flutter open, only for reality to come crashing in and my mind and heart stuttering.
Fuck.
Noah and I must have fallen asleep while watching TV last night and we somehow must have gravitated towards each otherin our sleep. We’re on the sofa, me lying on top of him like a damn koala with his hard dick pressed against me.
Panic fills me. Holy shit, I’m currently grinding up on my friend while he sleeps, like a goddamn pervert.
I’ll say it again,fuck.
My eyes flick up to his face and relief floods me when I see that he’s still sleeping. Thank fuck he didn’t wake up to me grinding all over him because that would have been the most awkward moment of my life.
I bite my lip, desire still flooding me as I go to move away from him, but the action only makes his hard length slide against me again, since my leg is awkwardly positioned so I can’t just climb off of him and I stop.
God, I’m so close. My skin is buzzing, almost vibrating with the need to get off, one more little touch and it’ll push me over the edge.
I need to get up.
I need to move away from him.
I need to do literallyanythingbut give into the need filling me.
I attempt to move again, but the slightest touch sends a pulse of need through me, making me ache. I can’t do this. I can’t stop.
I chance another look at him, seeing him sleeping peacefully.
This is so wrong.
Sofuckingwrong.
I move my leg, attempting to move away from him again but it only makes it worse, my body involuntarily grinds against him and that’s it.
I’m done for.
My orgasm crashes into me, and I can’t help but move against him, using his body for my pleasure as I come undone. His cock is so hard as I rub against it, his body fitting perfectlyunder mine. My face turns into the crook of his shoulder, and I bury my face into his neck to muffle my cries.
It's so messed up.
So twisted.
And yet it feels so. Fucking. Good.
I’m panting as I come down from the high, his scent washing over me as my nose brushes against his neck and I feel his hand slide up my back, snapping me back to reality.
