“If you keep this up, I’m going to side with David and ask you to move in,” Noah warns.
I want to point out that’s the farthest from a threat he could get. Not that we’re at the moving in together stage – at all – but I can’t quite see the downside to spending more time with him.
I go home the next morning when Noah goes to morning skate, to work on my Wednesday exam and have lunch off-campus with my parents, but Noah texts around five to show me the industrious quantity of food he’s ordered for dinner, so I’m a sucker and walk over.
After eating, we watch The Martian and quiz each other, but he grabs my foot to warm it when he sees I’m trying to bury it beneath the cushions. He offers socks, but then his hands travel up my ankle, around my calves, gently caressing, until he tugs me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.
“Planets get you going, huh?” I ask with a swallow, trying to play it cool, but the bulge in his pants is distracting, and I want him inside me again.
“Or you do.”
He kisses me, then I pull off his shirt, before he does the same to mine, fishing a condom out of his wallet before all our clothes – and any thoughts of studying – are gone.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Noah
Sorry to Disappoint
“Who wrote Dracula?” I ask, trailing kisses down Savannah’s stomach. Her final exam is tomorrow, so it makes the most sense for her to go home and study. I finished my last exam yesterday and have no reason not to be out celebrating with the rest of the team who’s still around, or to head home, but I have absolutely no interest in leaving this bed. Or in Savannah not being in it.
“I’m pretty sure they won’t quiz me on who wrote it so much as ask me to write an essay about its themes,” Savannah points out, but she’s panting as I pull down her panties. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over seeing her like this.
“Do you want me to stop this and go find your notes?” I threaten, kissing the inside of her thigh while looking up at her, just waiting for her to tell me to stop.
“I really should go back to my dorm and review…”
I run my tongue over her entrance, which is already glistening. I’m playing dirty, but while she needed the quizzing for her planets class, she could probably teach this one based on how well she knew the material when I had her study cards.
“You were saying?” I ask, kissing the inside of her thigh again as she bucks her hips, trying to get me back where she wants me. Where I want to be.
“After breakfast, I’m going home,” she says.
“Okay.” I wasn’t expecting her to come back after her exam yesterday, so this is bonus time, and I plan to take advantage of it. I put her legs over my shoulders and taste her sweet pussy, smiling against her as she moans and sighs. I could come just from her taste, from her fingers running through my hair, gripping me as she comes.
“Maybe this afternoon,” she decides. “The exam is at one, so…”
I cut her off with a kiss, not because I don’t care, but because having her here makes me fucking selfish and I don’t want to waste my time with her arguing when I’ll take whatever she’ll give me. Which is terrifying.
My dick rubs against her core and Savannah moans my name. It takes superhuman strength to pull away from her long enough to put on a condom before I can bury myself inside her, thrusting deep like I want to fuse our bodies together. She’s gripping me like I’m all she ever needed, whispering my name as she kisses the crook of my neck and we both come undone.
I stay inside until she stops pulsing around me, placing a quick kiss on her nose before I pull out and dispose of the condom, instantly miss the connection. Savannah goes down the hall to the washroom and I’m left wondering how much of an asshole it would make me if I locked her in my bedroom for the rest of the day.
* * *
I hear a car door slam outside, quickly followed by our front door, which is usually unlocked when one of us is home, but I’ve been locking it now it’s just me and Savannah, and we tend to walk around with minimal clothes on.
“Dave?” I try, since he’s the only one within driving distance, and I’m hoping strangers don’t have the key.
“Sorry to disappoint.” Colt looks like he hasn’t slept in days. He throws his bag on the floor and kicks off his flip flops, which aren’t appropriate for the foot of snow outside, then walks past his room to collapse on the couch in the living room, which tells me he doesn’t want to be alone. Not that he’d ask me to stay.
“What happened to Mexico?” I ask cautiously, heading to the kitchen to start both the coffee maker and the kettle, not sure which one he needs.
“My dad.” He pulls out a few airplane liquor bottles and downs them, one after the other, so I decide food and talking first, then maybe a nap.
“Your parents joined you?” He’d called it ‘our place in Mexico’, but I always assumed he meant the hotel they go to, not that they own real estate there.
“No, just my dad. With my old English teacher.”
