Her arms squeezed around me, and I remembered where we were. Sara was ready to talk to me, to be with me. I pressed a soft kiss on her skin reflexively. Then, I moved back to her lips and kissed her some more.
The excitement was growing inside me. Now that I had her back after two weeks, it would be impossible to hold back. Sara didn’t seem to mind, though, as I reached around her back to undo the zip of her dress, and pulled the skirt up around her hips with my other hand.
“Noah,” she hissed in between kisses. “I told you, I can't keep standing. Let’s move to the bed.”
I shook my head unconsciously, muttering. “Too far.”
“What do you mean too far—,” she started, cutting off with a yelp when I wrapped both my hands around her thighs and lifted her. She was already holding on tightly, and I braced her against the door with my body as her legs wrapped around me, too.
I pushed my hips forward, gently but with an undeniable urgency. Sara gasped, squirming when she felt my hard-on press against her sex through her panties. She twisted her fingers into my t-shirt, tugging.
“Off,” she demanded.
I gave a feral grin, before doing as she wanted. I tugged off the shirt and felt her hands working on my belt. I let her undo it as I went back to kissing her. I lowered the unzipped dress over her shoulder, kissed her skin as I exposed it. I cupped one of her breasts over the gaping neckline of the dress. Sara moaned as she tilted her head back, her hands a little clumsy, but I didn’t mind. I wanted in her as fast as possible, but I wanted to take my time to taste her, too.
Definitely later, I promised myself.
I hooked a finger into the bra cup and tugged it out of the way. I groaned as I felt her bare breast in my palm, nipple hardened and rubbing against my skin as I massaged gently. Sara’s legs tightened around me with a gasp as I toyed with her breast.
“Please,” she whimpered, hands clenched at my shoulders. “Please, Noah.”
I let out another groan.
“I really love it when you beg for me, Sara,” I admitted in a whisper.
I pushed her hands out of the way and finished undoing my fly, then nudged my jeans down a little. The position we were in made movement hard, but I didn’t want to move. I wrapped one hand around her waist, my other hand going underneath the skirt of her dress. The skimpy panties she wore were cotton, and it was easy enough to slide the crotch out of the way.
With a bit of squirming and shifting, the head of my cock touched her entrance, and I slid inside her in one long, smooth thrust. Both of us let out a sigh once I was seated deep inside her. It had only been a couple of weeks, but I felt like an addict that had been deprived. I was so overwhelmed for a moment that I didn’t move.
The sound of our breath was loud in the room. My forehead was pressed against Sara’s, my eyes were closed, and I hugged her body to me. Her palms were pressed against my chest, and we were both still for a minute. Then, Sara patted my chest.
“Noah,” she breathed out. “Move.”
I followed her command, slowly pulled my hips back, and made Sara gasp as I did. Just as slowly, I slid back inside, and Sara moaned as her arms slid up and around my neck. She kissed me gently on the lips, and I kissed her back, continuing the slow, deep thrusts.
As the kiss deepened, and the urgency rose up once more, I started to move a little faster, fucked her a little harder with every thrust in and out of her.
Her hands slid into my hair, tugged sharply on it, a move that made me groan against her lips. I kept one arm around her waist, and I brought her other hand up to her chest to encourage her to touch her own breast. Her warm, wet walls clung to my cock, squeezed me with every thrust inside, and soon, I knew I was about to come.
I paused movement, went totally still with my cock fully inside her, pulled away from the kiss and rested my forehead against hers. My breath came ragged, and little electrical shocks ran up and down my spine with every breath.
“What’s wrong?” Sara asked, panting. “Please don’t stop.”
I shuddered out a breath, and tightened my arm around her.
“Just a little bit,” I begged. “I’m going to come.”
Sara groaned but tilted her head back against the door without saying a word. The long line of her throat was right in front of me, and I pressed my lips to it, moving slowly down. I got to her chest, kissed along the curve of her breast, then her nipple. Her chest trembled with her breaths, and I stuck out the tip of my tongue to flick the hardened bud. Sara gasped, and as her walls tightened around me, I let out a groan. I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked, gently nipped at it with my teeth, before I rolled it against my tongue. Little sighs and moans escaped her throat as she tightened reflexively around me, over and over.
I waited until I couldn’t take it anymore, then started to move my hips once more. I didn’t bother with the slow route. I could tell Sara wasn’t far from coming, and neither was I. I pulled my hips back, until only the head of my cock remained inside her, then slammed forward. Sara’s arms hugged my head tightly as she let out a strangled sound that could have been a scream. I set a punishing pace, fucking her hard and fast.
The pleasure in my body grew. Little shocks of electricity lit up and spread through me. My balls tightened and drew up into my body. The door rattled behind Sara’s back, and we weren't exactly quiet. If someone passed outside my door, or if my roommate was just outside, they would know exactly what we were doing. The thought only excited me more. If it weren’t clear before, everyone that mattered would know I had Sara and only Sara.
“Noah!” Sara whimpered my name, body squirming against the door as if she wanted to move against me, but I held her still, fucking into her with as much strength as I could, back and legs straining from having to keep her up at the same time. “Noah!”
“Fuck, Sara,” I groaned.
I was right at the edge, and it felt like fire washed down my spine, pleasure shooting right into my balls. Then Sara’s walls convulsed around my cock as she cried out. We clung to each other as we shuddered through our orgasms. I moved my mouth from her breast, searching out her mouth until we kissed, a little sloppily.
My body slowly calmed down from its high, Sara trembled in my arms as her body went lax. I kept her braced against the door, standing very still, feeling like any tiny movement would send me to the floor with her in my arms.
Chapter Eighteen
Sara
I laid my head down on Noah’s shoulder, and breathed shakily into his neck. My whole body trembled, and I had a feeling, if he put me down, my legs wouldn’t be able to hold me up. Not when my thighs shook, and it was hard enough just to hold on.
As the aftershocks from the orgasm died down, I could feel the drowsiness set in. I fought against it, blinking my eyes several times. Then, Noah shifted a little, and I gasped, then let out a moan as his cock, still half hard inside me, shifted with the movement. Noah let out a curse, then carefully pulled his hips back, keeping his arms tight around me, until his cock spilled out of me.
I desperately needed of a shower, but I didn’t want to leave just yet.
After a long while, Noah sighed and pecked me on the forehead.
“That bastard is going to be back eventually,” he murmured. “Let’s not give him anything to gawk at, hmm?”
I paused for a moment, before carefully nodding.
“I don’t think I can walk just yet, though,” I said quietly, my voice shaky and hoarse.
Noah was quiet, before letting out a chuckle.
“That’s fine. I’ll carry you.”
“You can move?” I said in awe.
Noah just chuckled again.
“Barely,” he admitted.
I clung to him like a limpet as we moved away from the door. Noah kept one hand around my waist, the other hand on my ass. He lowered me gently onto the bed. He straightened up and tucked his cock back into his briefs before fixing up his pants. Then, he got some wipes and helped me clean up. H
e left a final kiss on my nipple before righting my clothes. After he tossed the dirty wipes in the trash, he went to pick up his t-shirt and put it back on. The room had started getting darker as evening drew in, and he turned on the light, then came and joined me on the bed.
“How do you feel?” He asked, looking a little anxious.
I smiled wryly. “It’s a little late to be worried about that. Don’t worry; I’m fine anyway. I like it when you’re rough.”
He hummed, showing me a smile before he picked up my hand and kissed the back of it.
“So,” he said. “I’m curious. What was it that made you want to see me all of a sudden? I pretty much figured you’d never want to see me again after the hundredth ignored call.”
“You called me a hundred times!” I exclaimed, shocked. Then, I felt a little ashamed for ignoring his calls like that. I would see several missed calls but never bothered checking the number. After I saw his name, I’d delete the notification and not think about it again.
“It might have been more than that,” he said, shrugging, looking unconcerned.
I was lost in guilt, but only for a bit. Because I remembered that I’d forgotten why I went there, to begin with, while I was thinking about his question.
“I actually came to talk to you about something,” I started. “To do with my mom, and… your dad.”
He frowned. “Well, it’s not what I expected, but okay. What about them?”
I hesitated. I was about to make accusations about his father; he probably wouldn’t be happy with me. But I needed to know that Mom wasn’t going to regret her choice. If anything went wrong, after what she’d told me, I was sure she’d be left devastated.
So, I steeled myself and shifted so my legs were folded under me and I faced Noah.
“Do you think your dad is really in love with my mom?” I asked.
Noah froze, expression tightening. My heart thumped, and I spoke up quickly.
“I’m not trying to imply anything; I’m just really worried! I went back home to apologize to my mom. I felt bad about what happened, and she seems really happy, I just don’t want anything to go wrong. Mom mentioned something about a new venture your dad is working on, and he needed money from her for it. Do you know what it is?”
I was suspicious of his dad, but I tried to play it off out of curiosity. Of course, this wasn’t something I could just outright ask Greg. I didn’t know him, and Mom might be upset with me again if she thought I didn’t trust him. I was hoping Noah would have some information, but he wasn’t speaking at all, and I grew anxious as seconds passed by without him saying a word.
Finally, he sighed, eyes closed as his expression turned pained. I almost said to forget it. I didn’t want Noah upset, either. I’d just have to talk to Mom and find some way to make sure Greg wasn’t trying to cheat her out of her money. Before I could, he finally responded.
“I wanted to talk to you about that, actually. Back then. You didn’t want to know, and you wouldn’t talk to me, so I wasn’t able to tell you.”
His eyes opened, and the apology I saw in them left me feeling confused.
“What was it, then?” I asked.
He took a deep breath, eyes flitting away, before he forced his gaze back to me, his expression wary.
“My dad… I don’t know if he cares about your mom or not, so I can't honestly answer that. But he did tell me she was going to help him with some money since he can't get the loan he needs.”
“What?” I said, shocked. “Did he tell you that?”
He nodded, the movement jerky.
“Do you remember, when I told you I started the Sext Me line because my dad gambled my money away? He owes me, and he’s broke, so he needs money. And….”
“He’s going to get it from my mom,” I said in realization.
Noah nodded, shame-faced.
“I don’t know much about his new venture so I can't tell you anything about it, he just told me he was pretty confident in it. I went there that day to talk to him about it, but then you were there. And when you tried to leave, I wanted to tell you…”
I felt even worse than before. “I was the one that refused to listen to you.”
So, what if Noah is my stepbrother?
I didn’t think it really mattered. People would talk, but only if they ever found out about our parents being married. As far as the people at school were concerned, none of it was their business, to begin with. I was a little worried about Mom. What if she wasn’t happy with me when she found out about my relationship with Noah? But, if I was willing to let her be happy, she could do the same for me, couldn’t she?”
“Wait,” I said, suddenly realizing something. “You stopped with Sext Me because he was going to give you your money back, so if it all goes into his venture…”
I still felt a little uneasy about his dad borrowing money from my mom when they hadn't been married that long, but if he didn’t get the money, Noah’s tuition wouldn’t get paid. I wouldn’t be okay with Noah sleeping with other people to pay his tuition. I wouldn’t mind lending him the money, but even if I could get my hands on all the funds he needed, would he really take it? He looked so ashamed of his dad borrowing money from my mom; I didn’t think he would accept it.
Noah saw my worried expression and cupped my face between his hands. He gave me a quick kiss before pulling back to meet my gaze, expression serious.
“Sara, you don’t even have to worry about that. I swear I haven’t started it up again after you, and I don’t plan on it, either. Have a little faith in me, okay? It might be a little difficult, but I can work with the remaining funds. I already made some payments, and I’m okay until we have to start doing tests. I can't do those with a tuition balance.”
Immediately, I was worried. It had been long enough into the semester; it would be time for exams soon. There was no way to get so much money in such a short time if he had to go back to the part-time job he’d quit. Could he borrow a loan? But if it was possible, then he must have tried already, instead of looking for a part-time job and even exchanging sex for money.
“How much do you need?” I asked, thinking.
I couldn’t access my trust fund until I came of age. I got something like a monthly allowance in my bank account at the start of every month, whether the balance was empty or not. I didn’t always use it up, so I had plenty. School was paid for as well, so I didn’t have to worry about it. Getting my hands on large amounts of money, though. That would be tough.
Taking a loan would be easy for me, though. My monthly allowance wasn’t small, to begin with, and now that I’d officially started college, it was even higher. I didn’t know how it was set up, but I’d started receiving them the moment I turned eighteen, and I was still in high school then.
“No fucking way,” Noah said, voice hard as if he knew what I was thinking. “There’s no way I’m taking money from you, Sara.”
I pouted at him. “But it’ll solve everything, won't it? Besides, I won't have my man sleeping with other women for money. I get jealous, you know.”
His expression remained hard for a second, but it cracked. His eyebrows jumped up, lips curving into a smile as he wrapped his arms around me and held me close.
“So, I’m your man now, hmm?” He teased. “When did that happen?”
“Do you mind?” I asked tentatively.
He chuckled, giving me a quick peck. “Of course, I don’t mind, Sara.”
I relaxed in his arms, smiling back at him happily. “Good. It’s official now. We’re together.”
Noah sighed and hugged me to his chest, burying his face in my hair.
“I like that,” he admitted. “Very much.”
The situation hadn't been resolved yet, but for the moment, I pushed them aside and closed my eyes as I leaned into his warmth.
Chapter Nineteen
Noah
A few days passed, and each day only grew better. Sara was back in my life. Our previous relationship had resum
ed as if we’d never stopped, and I couldn’t be happier. Only, it was even better now, because I knew now that as crazy I was about Sara, she felt the same way about me.
We were officially dating now.
“Look at you, being so happy. You and your girlfriend finally made up, huh?”
I was seated outside with some friends having sandwiches for lunch. I ignored their teasing as I typed a reply to a text Sara sent me, She was eating with her friends as well. Still, I couldn’t help feeling smug, because while I would have had to correct them before, now it was true that I’d made up with my girlfriend.
Sara wasn’t my first girlfriend, but I still wore a goofy smile every time I thought about her.
“Hey, come on! Don’t ignore us when we’re right here. Did you two make up or not?”
Casey, my roommate, snickered. “Oh, he definitely had plenty of fun ‘making up’ with his girlfriend.”
I reached my hand out to smack him, but he ducked away with a laugh, the other guys joining him in making fun of me. I rolled my eyes before I gave them a look full of disdain.
“You guys are all just jealous of me.”
They jeered at me, but then grew curious.
“Seriously, though, who is this girl? Are you going to introduce us?”
“She’s really hot,” Casey said, his brown eyes mischievous. “I saw them together a few times; I think she’s a freshman? You know what Noah is like, though, he won't actually introduce her to any of us if he can help it. I was right in the fucking room, and he just made me leave…”
“Probably since they were about to get busy,” someone else teased.
They broke into laughter once more, but I could only roll my eyes again and ignore them. My phone vibrated in my hand, another text from Sara.
“Hey, are we all still meeting up on Friday? Surely, you don’t want to miss that game? ”
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