by Bee Daniels
"No, I'm not," Melanie said and decided not to ruin the good mood by stating the obvious. It really didn't matter if she wasn't his professor anymore because she had been. It was the only thing that would matter to others. But right now, all that mattered to her was Noah and how close he was to her, so incredibly close that he could kiss her again.
"You got an A, by the way. You only missed one problem," she told him.
Noah grinned as his lips grazed her cheek, pressing himself closer to her if that was even possible.
"I studied really fucking hard. I wanted to make you proud."
"I was worried," Melanie pouted, hitting his arm lightly. "When you weren't coming to tutoring anymore, I was scared you might fail."
Noah grinned. "I had to show you what you were missing out on."
Melanie shook her head, but she couldn't help but smile. "You're so arrogant, Noah."
At one point, it had been one of the many characteristics that she didn't like about him, but now it was one of the things she loved.
"Am I?" Noah asked as he grabbed her, backing her up against the wall behind her desk. His hands rubbed up and down the length of her body.
"We're in my office," Melanie reminded Noah just in case he had forgotten, though a big part of her loved the way he was touching her, and she desperately wanted to go back to her apartment so he could feel more of her.
"Yeah, I know," Noah said as he began to pepper tiny kisses on her neck that thrilled her.
"Live a little," he whispered against her neck before he kissed her again. No gentleness this time, and Melanie didn't mind it at all. He kissed her deeply, tasting all of her, stroking his tongue against hers. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Noah's hands went under her blouse, caressing her waist teasingly before they slid up, cupping her breast. Melanie gasped against his lips when he started to pinch the buds of her nipples underneath her bra. She moaned in his mouth.
Noah seemed to thrive off the sounds that he elicited from her as his hands moved from her breast behind her back to unclasp her bra. The moment it let loose, he brought his hands back and touched her breasts again, this time, no barrier between them. Melanie was incredibly turned on, feeling Noah's somewhat cold hands, warming her body up as he rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Noah removed his hands from her breasts, and Melanie whimpered from the loss. His hands rested near the top of her shirt, hovering over her buttoned blouse as his blue eyes, lust-filled, looked at her with hesitance. Melanie knew this was stupid. She could hold off, and that forty-minute drive usually wasn't long. But with the way she felt right now that forty-minute drive would be double the time, and she didn't know if she would be able to stand it any longer before they would have to pull over and have sex in his truck. Melanie couldn't wait. She wanted Noah and had denied herself of him long enough. She would deny herself no longer.
Melanie unbuttoned her shirt before taking off her bra, tossing it on the floor. Noah's eyes roved over her half-naked body, sending goosebumps over her skin. Suddenly, he dove down and licked a nipple into his mouth. Melanie shivered at the feel of his wet tongue swirling around her hard nipple before he moved onto the next one, using to his hand to tease the other he had left behind. Melanie tried to control her moans as she bit her lip, tugging on Noah's hair.
He pulled back, removing his shirt, revealing his six-pack that she had seen once before, but couldn't touch. But now, all of that was different. Melanie touched his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingertips. Noah smirked, noticing her admiration as he pulled down his joggers and then his briefs. It was then that Melanie realized she had more to admire than his six-pack. No wonder Noah was so arrogant. He was blessed, and she felt her mouth water with the desire to taste him.
Melanie didn't have long to admire his length more before Noah pulled her to him, her breast pressed against his rock hard chest as he kissed her again while helping her tug off her own pants, leaving her only in her underwear. Melanie cursed that she didn't realize this was going to happen because she definitely would have tried to dress in something much sexier for the occasion. They weren't grandma panties, but they definitely weren't thongs. But Noah didn't seem to care much about what type of underwear she was wearing because he immediately pulled them off, leaving her nude and bare.
Noah looked at her naked body, and Melanie shivered under his gaze, shyly and unsure of herself. Her tummy was flat enough, but there were a few stretch marks here and there from the times she had eaten a little too much. She burned off the weight off eventually, but she still had the war scars to bare. Her body wasn't perfect, but Noah seemed to think otherwise as he looked at her as though she was something to eat.
He brought his hand to her private area and touched there, feeling her folds and Melanie couldn't hold onto her moans if she tried. He pulled back and looked at her wetness glistening on his hand. She was definitely more than wet for him, and Noah appreciated it as he licked her wetness off of his fingers, leaving Melanie breathless before he grabbed her, hoisting her up on his waist.
"Noah," she started, wanting to ask him what he was doing before he slowly brought her down on his thick, hard dick. Melanie gasped as her body adjusted to the intrusion before he slid all the way in to the hilt.
"Fuck," she muttered into his neck before he began to bounce her up and down on his length. He felt so good inside of her, and it had been so long. Melanie bit his neck, scratching at his back as she felt all of him.
"Oh," she whispered softly. "Fuck me, Noah."
And, he did. Melanie couldn't even figure out how he was managing to hold all of her weight like this before he pushed her back against the wall and continued to thrust deep inside of her, getting a better angle that made her toes curl.
"You're so fucking wet, Mel," Noah grunted out. "You feel too fucking good."
Melanie moaned, feeling pleasure build in her at an uncontrollable pace. The pressure, the speed, and the spot he kept hitting inside of her drove her crazy. Before she could stop it, Melanie felt it come over her. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck."
Before she knew it, her juices flowed out. Noah pulled out as she squirted. The first time it had happened, when she was much younger, Melanie had been surprised too. Not many of her friends could do that, and when she had, the boy she had done it with had no idea that squirting was even a thing. There weren't many people who could push her to that point besides herself. But Noah had done it already, and they had barely started. As the last spasm went through her, Melanie found herself somewhat embarrassed that it happened so fast.
"Um," Melanie started, not sure of what to say. But she didn't have to find words any longer before Noah kissed her again, deeply. "That's so fucking hot," he said into her mouth. "So, fucking hot, Mel. I want to see it again."
He flipped her over, her face and hands pressed against the wall before he slid in again, and Melanie gasped as he sucked on her neck while sliding in and out of her.
"I wanted to do this for so long," Noah said as he fucked her deep. "I imagined fucking you over and over again, but I never imagined that. You're perfect, Melanie. Do you feel how you fit around me? You were made for me."
He fucked inside of her deep, hitting the spot in her that nearly made her delirious with pleasure as he pinched her nipples. She threw her weight back, so he could feel what she was feeling and every so often she would drag a moan or two from his own lips that pleased Melanie and made her even hornier than before.
They went from the wall to the floor, and it wasn't long before Melanie was on top, riding Noah, grinding on his cock.
"Fuck," Noah said as he jerked his hips more, and Melanie had a feeling what was coming because she felt it too. Two more strokes and that was all she wrote before Melanie came again. She pulled herself off Noah, who came himself. She watched as a white substance shot from his penis across his stomach.
The room was filled with heavy
breathing as Melanie laid down on the floor next to Noah. That was not something she had ever expected to happen when she had come to work today. But it was definitely something she was grateful for. Shyly, she found herself looking at him.
Noah's breathing mellowed out, and he was nothing but jello himself. He must have felt her staring because he opened his eyes and glanced down at her before he smiled, kissing her tenderly.
"Damn, that was better than any dream I've ever had."
"Did you really dream about it?" Melanie asked sarcastically as she sat up, not really liking the feeling of being in her own sweat and spunk. She needed a shower asap. Luckily, she had a few wipes in her purse that would pass her over until she got home.
"Ever since I kissed you," Noah admitted as he dragged his fingers down her back over the curve of her ass. "But I never imagined it like this."
He sat up and kissed her neck. "I like you so fucking much, Melanie."
Melanie's heart warmed as she looked back at him and kissed his cheek. "I like you too."
They cleaned up and dressed, using the wipes on their bodies and a couple of paper tiles for the floor. Melanie didn't want to leave any evidence on the floor for the janitor when they had to come and clean her office. After Melanie turned off her light and grabbed the rest of the exams, they both left the room, walking out to the parking lot together where both of their cars were parked.
Melanie wished she could kiss him now, but they would have to wait until they reached her apartment. They already agreed that Noah would follow her in his truck. Melanie waved goodbye to him, and before she could pull off, Noah jogged over to her car and hopped inside the passenger seat.
"I thought you said you were going to follow me," Melanie said, confused.
"I am," Noah said, "but I wanted to do this."
He kissed her gently, and though Melanie should have been mad that he was doing something so risky by kissing her out in public, she couldn't help but kiss him back.
"This is the beginning," he told her when he pulled back.
"The beginning," Melanie agreed, and for both of their sakes, Melanie hoped that it was just as sweet as it started and would end the same way.
CHAPTER
36
NOAH
T
HIS WINTER BREAK WAS DIFFERENT FROM THE BREAKS NOAH HAD BEFORE. Usually, Noah spent his break going back to his hometown, hanging out with his friends while also working hard on the ice, because for athletes like him, the game never ends. But this break was different. Instead of doing his usual, Noah spent his mornings and nights with Melanie.
He couldn't get enough of her, and that was weird for him. He dated plenty of girls before. He had sex with plenty of girls before, with many one night stands here and there that never resulted in relationships. And Noah hated to admit it, but he easily got bored. They couldn't capture his attention past a fuck or two before he completely lost interest. It was why, after hanging out with Julie a few times, he didn't find her to be as interesting anymore. He knew he sounded like an asshole, and he was one, but it was true.
But with Melanie Bryant, everything was different. Every night he slept with her in his arms, and every morning, he woke with her still there. Whenever he wasn't on the road for a new game, Noah would spend his time with her at her apartment, a place that had become very familiar to him. Melanie's apartment started to feel like his second home with so many of his things there that he rarely went back home.
Everything was happening so quickly like a roller coaster ride jacked at the fullest speed, and though Noah should have been scared of his feelings, he wasn't. But, he should be. He should be scared of how hard he was falling for Melanie. He should be scared of how the amount of time he spent with her, and the many times he made love to her wasn't making him lose interest, but making him want to be with her even more.
They barely spent time apart, and sometimes, during certain hockey games, Melanie would come to see him play. And just having her there made him feel like he had a good luck charm on his side supporting him from a distance. Knowing that she was there was all the fuel he needed to keep pushing forward.
And when Christmas morning came, it was the first time Noah hadn't woke up with Melanie there because he spent it with his family. Every year Noah spent Christmas with his family, and every year it was the same. He would hang out with his younger siblings, helping them set up all of their toys. Noah would avoid his father, so he wouldn't ruin the Christmas spirit with his talk about his questionable life choices, because apparently if Noah did anything that his father hadn't planned, it was questionable. He would bother his mother while she cooked, and after having the big dinner, he would play a few games with his cousins. But this time around, as soon as the rest of their family came, Noah slipped out without being noticed and fled the scene, heading to his safe haven— Melanie’s place.
"Why are you here?" Melanie asked, curiously from the couch as she watched him step inside her apartment. "I thought you were going to spend it with your family."
"I did," Noah said as he shrugged his coat off and placed it on the coat hanger before lightly stomping his shoes against the placemat. The snow was starting to come down thick, and the icy air nearly froze his fingers off on the drive here.
"Now, I'm going to spend it with you," Noah said, dropping down on the couch next to her and nuzzling her cheek with his cold nose. Immediately, Melanie yelped, jumping back from him.
"You're freezing," Melanie said, glaring at him before she got up and went over to the thermostat to crank the heat up higher. She walked to the back and came out with a few of his sweaters and a pair of thick socks.
"Here," Melanie said as she dropped it on his lap before sitting down. "Put these on."
Noah chuckled as he slid the extra pair of socks on and replaced his thin sweater with the thicker one Melanie had given him.
"No touching me until you warm up," Melanie said, and Noah grinned before he grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap.
"How about you warm me up?" he suggested as he kissed her neck, snaking his hands beneath her shirt and feeling her warm skin. She shivered from his touch, and Noah could feel her goosebumps beneath his fingertips.
"Your hands are cold," Melanie complained, whimpering as she jumped up before glaring at him. Noah laughed as he leaned back. So, he would have no choice but to wait. He could do that.
"I have something for you," Noah said, standing before he went over and grabbed his coat, removing her present from his pocket.
"You brought me a gift?" Melanie asked, surprised.
Noah arched a brow. "Of course, it's Christmas. Why wouldn't I get my girlfriend a gift?"
Though Noah knew Melanie was a grown woman, at times like this, the shy girl in her would come out as she blushed from his comment. It was always interesting for Noah to see her this way. Like an onion, Noah pulled back layers and layers of Melanie every day to see the parts of herself that she kept hidden from him.
When Noah made it back to her, he placed the present in her lap. The shape of the present was a square, and Noah could tell from the wrinkle of Melanie's nose that she had no idea what it was. Hesitantly, she picked the box up before she shook it like a child would, and Noah couldn't stop himself from laughing before he grabbed her nose playfully, pinching it. Melanie slapped his hand away with a mock glare before she sighed and peeled the wrapping off. She hesitated for a second before looking at him, and Noah quirked a brow, wondering what was on her mind. Melanie bit her lip before opening the box, and when she saw what was inside, she blinked, confused.
"You got me this," Melanie said as she picked up her favorite book by Beverly Daniel Tatum. "But, you know I already have this, right?"
"Open it," Noah said, grinning.
Melanie opened the book, and she gasped when she saw the signature on the front page.
To Melanie, hope you are successful in all of your findings, and I enjoyed your Ted Talk. :)
"How did you get this?" Melanie asked, her mouth still hung open as she stroked the signature.
"When we went to play against Georgetown, I saw that she was having a book signing there. Before we left, I went to her book signing to get her signature. It turns out she knew some of your work."
"Wait," Melanie said as she looked at him, shocked. "You played that team months ago."
Noah smiled. "Yeah, I already planned to get it after that time you were raving about her. Surprised?"
Melanie placed the book down gently on the coffee table. She got up, sat on his lap, staring into his eyes before she kissed him deeply. This was all the thanks he needed. Just her alone was enough. She rocked her hips against his, and already, Noah felt himself getting hard. Melanie had that effect on him. The way her hands caressed his neck as she kissed him with her all, her tongue locking with his drove him crazy.
"Touch me," Melanie whispered hungrily.
Noah pecked her lips, pulling back from the kiss. "I thought you didn't want me to touch you until my hands were warm," he said, knowingly as he kept his hands far from her reach on top of the couch. He had to pat himself on the back for his self-restraint because everything in him wanted to touch her soft curves.
"It doesn't matter," Melanie told him, grabbing his hands herself and placing them on her before she kissed him again. Noah's hands roamed up and down her back, stopping just above her lower back before dipping lower and squeezing. Her ass was glorious, and he always loved to grip it. He pushed her down harder on his cock that was growing hard with each second he felt her body.
"You feel so good," Noah murmured before he reached inside of her yoga pants and gripped her ass. He slid his hands lower until he felt her folds that were soaking wet. Noah relished in this feeling because he knew what would soon come after— being deep inside her. It was the greatest feeling ever, rivaling him winning a game. Melanie moaned against his lips when he slipped a finger inside of her, pumping in and out before he added another one.