His hand wounded itself in my hair. “You feel so fucking good in my arms,” he spoke into my ear, sending shockwaves of heat to my core before biting into it with his teeth and gripping my butt. I gasped and lifted his face to kiss him. I was moving against him, loving what I felt pressing against my inner thigh. I pulled and clung to his shirt. “You can slow down, I’m not letting go of you anytime soon,” he murmured in between kisses. “We can stop if the sweat bothers you.”
I met his eyes. “Are you kidding? I feel like watching you play is some kind of foreplay with how hot and bothered I get watching you on the field.” He nibbled at my collarbone and I moaned.
I grabbed one of his hands and placed it between us and leaned back. “Touch me, Noah, please.”
“Like I could ever say no to you,” he blew across my neck as his hand slid underneath my skirt. “These panties are too tight, how the hell are you even wearing them?” he muttered and I lifted my butt and started pushing them down. “Jesus, Grace,” he swore, “you’re killing me.”
It was hard to get out of the spankies with what little room I had, but I made it work with the heat coursing through my veins. When his hand grazed across my flesh, I bucked and collapsed back onto him. “That’s more like it,” he muttered as he worked circles over my needy flesh. I reached down and gripped his length through his pants and he groaned. His hand slid further down to my opening. “You’re wet.”
“You have no idea how much I’ve needed your touch,” I whispered while kissing him.
“Believe me, I do,” he told me while meeting my eyes. “Grace… have you had your fingers inside of you before?”
I shook my head. “No, I get off with the way you showed me before,” I admitted softly.
“I’m going to use my fingers, it might be a little uncomfortable at first,” he was still meeting my eyes, waiting for approval before he did.
I nodded. “Please.”
He didn’t waste any time, I felt his middle finger press against my entrance. The twinge of pain was there, unused to the foreign feel but with his kisses across my neck, it eased the discomfort into a tickling of warmth. He moved it in and out before applying his thumb against my swollen flesh and making circles that made the pleasure bubble to the surface. It felt new. It felt amazing. I laid my head against his shoulder and just let him make me feel, and I felt everything.
The orgasm took me under quickly, bursting out of my skin so much that I was twitching all over. Noah claimed my mouth. “I feel you coming on my finger, that’s so fucking sexy,” he groaned as he finally relented with his finger and let me calm against him.
I lifted my head and gazed into his eyes with my own heavy lids before smiling. “Your turn,” I told him and starting with his pants.
“I’m good, it was enough to see you get off.”
“I don’t think so,” I told him. “I want to make you feel good too. Help me with your pants.”
His head fell back with a groan before he pulled down his pants. My stomach grew tight with need as it sprang free. It was veiny and long, I wrapped my fingers around it and he hissed. I took pleasure in seeing the beautiful expression marring his features. “How do you want me to—” His lips crashed into mine, pulling me close. We both went still when his hard-on rubbed against my soaked flesh. I opened my eyes and waited, before giving in and sliding over him.
He groaned but stopped me. “That’s a little too dangerous, Priss, you’re breaking my willpower.”
I nibbled his ear. “We won’t put it in, just let me…” I started rocking against him, creating a mesmerizing friction that was pulling me into another orgasm.
“Grace,” he murmured then his hands were on my butt, pressing me against him even harder as he tried to control my rhythm. “My Grace, my fucking Prissy Pants, I can’t believe your sliding across my dick right now. Do you have any idea how many years I’ve been fantasizing about doing this kind of stuff to you?”
His words were pulling me over the edge. “You don’t think you didn’t leave me with all these unresolved feelings that only you can satisfy?” I asked him. “You turned me into this.”
He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me. “I plan to keep you that way.” We became more frantic, clumsier, and rough with each other. “Shit,” he grunted before he separated us right as he started coming. I took in the way his face pinched together as the pleasure took control of him. His shirt was ruined but when he opened his eyes and smiled at me, I didn’t think he cared too much either.
He kissed my nose before he took off his t-shirt, wiped himself off, and grabbed a different one from his bag in the back seat. I watched him with a satisfied smirk. “I’m hungry,” I said, randomly.
He grinned. “I’m famished, and it looks like it’s going to take several lifetimes of you to have my fill.” I started looking for my spankies. “Looking for these?” he asked, lifting them up in his hands. I grabbed them and started moving across the middle console. I saw him peeking between my legs with a smirk. “You can’t expect me not to look when you’re raising it up in the air.”
“I’m trying to get in the other seat,” I protested.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Taco Bell?” I offered. He nodded and drove us to the nearest one. We stopped inside and ate. I picked a booth and was even happier about my choice when he slid in beside me, resting his hand on my leg.
“You’re my special someone, Grace,” he blurted out as we ate. I tilted my head. “You’re always going to feel like air to me, I need you, no matter what anyone says. I know when high school’s over, or if it’s ten years from now, you’re gonna be it for me.” I covered my mouth as I tried to swallow the bite of taco in my mouth. “I’ve wanted to tell you that since the moment I saw you again, that my heart just knew all over again. But you were with Dustin.”
“With the way you acted, I thought you didn’t care at all that I was with someone.”
“Are you kidding? It drove me fucking insane that you entered my life at a time when you were with someone else.”
“I wanted to tell you that I was going to break up with him that night but when you brought up the fact that you weren’t a virgin anymore and didn’t seem to care that I was dating, I chickened out.”
This was so much better, getting to tell Noah everything.
“That was me doing the same thing,” he scratched his chin and said. “Are you… upset with me for having sex in the time that we’ve been apart?”
“I can’t say I wasn’t hurt,” I told him honestly. “Right before you left, our relationship was changing but with your mom’s passing and my own mom’s meddling, it was destroyed. I get it. I do. You wanted to try things without me.” I took his hand. “But I’m glad you called her back.”
He squeezed it in return. “I wish you would have done the same.”
That wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear. “Why?”
“Don’t give me that look,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “I meant so that you would know that no one’s ever going to work but me.”
“Cocky much?”
He squeezed me tightly. “It’s not me being cocky, it’s me trusting us.”
“Now that we… there will be no others?”
“I’ll never touch another woman,” he swore.
I laughed. “You don’t know that. We don’t know what our future holds.”
“Then do you want me to be with another one besides you?” he asked.
“NO.”
“Then I won’t. It’s that simple. We never defined our relationship before, we never put a name on it but we will now. I’m going to make you happy, Grace.”
“You already do.”
“I’m your boyfriend,” he told me then he stood up in the empty restaurant and yelled at the workers. “I’m her boyfriend. That means I get to do the dirty with her.” The workers shook their heads and laughed in the back.
I covered my face. “Noah!”
He sat b
ack down. “I’m gonna make you happy, Grace,” he said again.
I shook my head and smiled. That was Noah. He’d try his hardest to please me now or he wouldn’t have uttered the words so easily.
This with Noah, felt like it was only the beginning.
All things started beautifully, did that mean that they all had to end ugly?
26
Grace age 16
Noah age 17
I finally have what I’ve always wanted. I know not to take it for granted.
I’ll savor her, treat her like the jewel that she is in my eyes.
She’s everything and more… So much more.
I might still be young, but I know what I want.
N.P.
I wasn’t the only one in a good mood Saturday morning. Dad twirled Mom around in the living room, saying a bunch of gooey crap that had me shaking my head and smiling. “Okay, what’s going on?” I asked as I maneuvered around them to flop down on the sofa. Gus was wagging his tail and attacking their feet.
Mom was laughing and swatting at Dad. “Your father remembered that our anniversary is today, it seems,” she told me.
“Nineteen years. Doesn’t seem like it’s been that long,” Dad muttered with a kiss to her lips. “Still feels like the first time.”
I covered my ears. “Y’all are being too ooey-gooey this morning.”
They both sniggered. “Your dad’s going to take me out later, you’ll have to cook for yourself today,” Mom informed me.
“I’m going out later anyway.”
“Who with?” Dad made sure to ask. “Are you still dating the Dustin kid?”
“I’m not,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t ask who I was going out with again.
“What happened? He seemed like a good kid.”
I glared. “You met him one time when he came to the door.” Noah was ten times better than all the guys I went to school with but Dad was so judgmental when it came to him.
“All right,” Mom intervened. “Which one of you want to help me with breakfast?” Dad pointed at me the same time I pointed at him, then our eyes locked in a glare again.
Mom swore and walked away. “You’re such a bad husband,” I told him.
"You’re such a bad daughter,” he countered back.
Then we smiled and went to go help Mom in the kitchen.
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An hour after Mom and Dad left, Noah pulled into the driveway. I petted Gus before locking the house and rushing to the Jeep. Once inside, Noah pulled me into a kiss. “I don’t know how I’m going to manage through the weeks now without seeing you,” he said as he pulled out.
“You just saw me last night,” was what I said, when in reality I felt the same way. I hated that we lived in different counties and went to different schools.
“I want to be with you, always,” he told me.
“Ah,” I mumbled, pleased, “you have a way with words, don’t you? Better not be whispering sweet nothings to nobody else but me.”
He grabbed my hand and kissed it with a smirk. “Never.”
I monkeyed with the radio as he drove. “Are you sure they don’t care that I’m coming over to eat?”
“Are you kidding?” he asked. “Janet is so excited to finally meet you, she’ll probably cook everything in the kitchen.”
I leaned my head back and just admired the way he smiled. “You really seem to like them. I can tell by the way you talk about them.”
“Of course, I do,” he said without hesitation. “I could have been placed in a shitty home with someone who only fostered kids for the check every month, but for once, luck was on my side and I got Dean and Janet. They’re amazing people, Grace, and I can’t wait for you to get know them.” He wanted me to know these people, and to me, that was what made it important. I wanted to see the couple Noah wasn’t embarrassed to talk about. This was so unlike the boy I grew up with, that boy didn’t have parents he wanted me to meet. From what little I spoke to Dean the other day, I had a good feeling about them too.
Their house was like any other two-story, it was their yard that I knew I’d love in the summertime. It wasn’t much land but they had all kinds of apple trees, and just picturing what it looked like in the summer had me smiling. Two other vehicles were in their driveway and a boat was covered underneath their shed.
Noah walked around the Jeep as I got out and took my hand as we walked to the door. Dean opened it and stepped out before we made it to the steps. I smiled because he was grinning at me, and I just wasn’t one to refuse a smile. “It’s good to see you again, Grace. Come on in,” he took me away from Noah and pushed me into the house. “I’ll introduce you to my darling wife. Janet,” he called for her, but all I could focus on was the delicious aroma coming from their kitchen.
“Something smells good,” I mumbled, taking in the homey feel of the place. It reminded me of my grandparents’ house growing up before they passed away.
“She baked some BBQ ribs, taters, and all kinds of other foods that we hope you like,” he said as Janet stepped out into the hallway.
She was short with brown hair and highlights of gray peeking through. Her face was red from cooking but she welcomed me with a smile and before I knew it, she wrapped me up in a hug. “It feels like I already know you, child, with the way Noah talks about you,” she said, and I stole a peek at Noah who was a little red himself.
“Let’s get out of this small hallway and into the kitchen,” Dean told everyone.
My stomach got a hunger pang just looking at all of the food on the table. “Everything looks and smells so good,” I told Janet.
She beamed and ushered us to sit down. “Come on, let’s eat.”
“We haven’t had a girl over since our boys were in school,” Dean added with a smile.
“Noah told me they were in the army.”
Dean nodded. “Yeah, one’s in Iraq and the other is stationed in Arizona living with his family, so we don’t get to see them much.”
“Good thing we found Noah when we did, things were a little boring around here with just Dean,” Janet winked and I laughed.
“I’m glad you found him too,” I said and everyone looked up from their food. “Honestly, it feels like the weight has been lifted to know he’s been living here in this kind of warm environment… Was it hard?” I asked them all.
Janet set down her fork. “Yeah, you made it hard on all of us, dear.”
“Me?” I blinked.
“Janet,” Noah groaned, covering his face.
“All we heard from him was about how much he needed to get back to you. He tried his hardest at first to make himself look like a bad kid.” She paused to laugh. “And we’d catch him crying and at first, we thought it was because of his situation and the fact that he was living with strangers… but it was because he was missing you.”
I smiled over at Noah who was still covering his face up. “Did you cry over me, Noah?” I asked him playfully but I was trying to keep the tears at bay as well. “I cried for you every day, for a long time too.” I grabbed his hand and he finally moved his other hand to reveal his reddened cheeks.
“That Mom of yours, I felt like calling her up myself when Noah told me what she said,” Janet muttered.
“Janet,” Noah said again.
“I know,” I found myself agreeing.
Janet nodded as if she knew I understood. “But, Noah talked good of her and if he was willing to do as she said, then I wasn’t going to stop him. Calling her did help, though. It was then when he allowed us to get to know him.”
“Yeah,” Dean agreed. “He’s a good boy, he is.”
I lifted my face and smirked. “That’s something I’ve always known.” They both smiled at me.
“Do you have Facebook?” Janet asked and I nodded. “I would like to add you so we can keep in touch.”
I couldn’t help but turn and glare at Noah. “Really? Everyone has Facebook and you don’t?” He shrugged his shoulders sheepishly and Janet laughe
d.
“I don’t know anything about the Internet, but Janet likes to have that ole’ Facebook so that we can keep up with the boys… We have a granddaughter on the way.”
“Congratulations,” I told them. “Well, she’s gonna be very lucky to have grandparents like y’all.”
“Yes, hear that, Noah, we’ll make really good grandparents in the future as well,” Janet said it like she was hinting around, now I was blushing like Noah. Elderly people were so different than the rest of the world, they didn’t care to pair you up when you were just a teen.
After we finished eating, Noah showed me to his room upstairs. Once the door was closed, I grinned and said, “I feel like they’re the type of people that end up with a lot of grandkids for letting the opposite gender share a room.”
He laughed. “They’re very laid back.”
“I like them, they’re very easy to be around.”
I looked around the room and saw some of his woodworks in the corner. He turned around and grabbed a bag off the TV stand. “Come here,” he said as sat down on the bed. I joined him on the bed and he placed the bag in my lap.
“What is it?”
“Just open it,” he urged me. I stuck my hand in the bag and immediately recognized what was inside. I pulled out the one top. A sticker was placed on it that said: 16.
“Happy late birthdays,” he smiled and it made stomach my clench up. “Next month, I want to be with you on your birthday.”
It was an owl, and it was so beautiful. “You still made them every year?” I asked a bit emotionally.
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