Chapter 69

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Jamie

I'm kissing Noah. Why the hell am I kissing Noah? This is not a good idea. This is stupid, and nothing good will come of it.

But, he's such a good kisser. And all that stuff he said to me just now kinda clouded my rational thoughts. Okay, he barely really said anything. He told me he doesn't wanna just be my friend, and he confirmed that he still doesn't want a girlfriend. So, what the hell are we doing here? We shouldn't be kissing right now. We really shouldn't. But I just... I'm enjoying it, and I'm confused, and oh for fuck sake his phone is ringing.

He pulls away from me, but doesn't remove his hands from where they're currently situated on my hips. I don't want him to move his hands, but I know he's going to. The annoyed look on his face lets me know that he is gonna answer this phone call. God damnit.

"Yeah?" He says into the phone sharply as he steps away from me and answers the call. He turns his head away from me slightly, and I back myself further away from him, and nearer to the door. I should really leave.

"That's awesome, I'm happy for you." Noah says quietly into his phone, almost like he doesn't want me to hear. "Okay, yeah, cool, see you tomorrow."

He hangs up and tosses his phone down on to the kitchen counter before turning back to face me.

"Sorry about that." He says sheepishly. "It was Will."

"Things went well with his mystery girl, I take it?" I ask, trying to hide the awkwardness and discomfort from my voice. We were making out 20 seconds ago, now we're standing apart, with the tension between us at an all time high, casually chatting about Will's love life.

Noah nods his head in response, before taking a couple of steps towards me. I step back instinctively until I am fully backed up against the door and hold my hands up in front of me.

"Noah, we shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry, I think. I don't really know what to think. I should just go." I say, as he continues closing the space between us. I feel panicked and nervous, and I cannot ignore how I feel when he stands this close to me. I need to get away from him, fast. If not, God knows what else might happen.

"I like you, Jamie." He whispers down to me, and I suddenly feel my heart melt a little. He likes me? He actually likes me? Like I like him!? "In so much more than a friendly way."

His hands are smoothing down my hair, and I'm gone. I'm fucking putty in his hands. He said he likes me! So what if he doesn't wanna date me? He likes me! And that's a fucking awesome start.

"Don't leave." He whispers into my neck, before planting gentle, tame kisses down my neck line towards my collarbone. I close my eyes and allow myself to get fully absorbed in this moment. I'm not gonna leave, I decided as soon as he told me he likes me.

"I'm not going anywhere." I manage to say, before he stops kissing my neck, looks me dead in the eye and says "I can't be your boyfriend, though. You need to know that."

I'm disappointed. Insanely disappointed. He had gotten my hopes up just now, and I don't want a casual thing with him, he already knows this. I want everything. I want the real deal. But unfortunately, right now, I don't care. He told me he likes me, and just hearing him say those words to me is enough for now. So, I don't say anything. I grab fistfuls of his shirt and pull his lips back onto mine.

His hands are on my waist again, pressing me harder up against the door as he kisses me. My hip knocks into the door handle, and I squeal on reflex. Without breaking our kiss, he spins me around and guides me away from the door, until I'm backed up against a wall. I don't know which wall, because my eyes are closed and I'm too busy focussing on his hands running up my body, catching on my t-shirt, and tugging it upwards. He's never gotten into my bra before. And I'm so helplessly full of want for him in this moment, I decide I'm gonna let him do whatever he wants to do. Because it's not one sided, I want it too. This has been a fucking long time coming, and now, after all the back and forth between us, he has finally told me that he likes me. I want him, and I'm not gonna be the one putting a stop to this. I know he won't either. Not this time.

He breaks our kiss as he pulls my t-shirt up and over my head. We're both breathing heavily, both unbelievably turned on. This is the result of weeks and weeks of sexual tension. We need to release it, at last.

"I'm all in this time. If you are?" He says, looking down at my body and wrapping his arms around me. I nod my head, letting him know that I'm not gonna leave him hanging. I want him, and I'm not turning back.

His lips crash down onto mine again, and our kiss is completely chaotic this time. I've let him know that I'm not going anywhere, he can have me if he wants me. And he does, I know he does. The rapid speed in which our tounges are moving against each other is absolute confirmation of how much he wants.

I tangle my fingers through his hair, I've forgotten how good it feels to do this, and as we continue to breathlessly kiss, he lifts me up against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively and moan into his mouth as I feel his hard on press up against me through his jeans. He bucks his hips forward into me, because he can't take the suspense. I can't either.

In seconds, he's carrying me down the hall and into his bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and pulls his shirt off over his head while looking down at me with dark eyes. He doesn't even bother kicking his bedroom door closed. So hot. My eyes rake over his cut abs and linger on the waist band of his jeans. His boxers are peaking out from underneath his jeans, and as if he can tell exactly what I'm thinking, he unbuttons his jeans and lets them fall to the ground.

I bite down on my lip at the sight of him standing in front of me in only his underwear. His body in unbelievable. I can't deal with how good looking he is. I need to touch him, now.

I prop myself up on my elbows as he positions himself on top of me on the bed, pinning me down between both of his hands. Our eyes lock as I reach behind my back to undo my bra clasp. I watch with bated breath as his hands move to my bra straps and he slowly slides them down my shoulders, one at a time, before relieving me of my bra completely. I feel exposed, but I'm not embarrassed. I like my boobs, and judging by his reaction, he does too.

He pulls a nipple into his mouth and begins gently sucking, while caressing the other breast with his hand. I throw my head back and gasp, because I love the sensation. I love the feel of his lips and tounge on my nipple. But God, I want more.

I push him back, and he looks up at me. His eyes are dark, so dark, because he is completely turned on right now. Good. I am too.

I reach down and undo the button of my own jeans, before Noah pulls them down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my panties. Thank God I wore a thong tonight. He sits back on his ankles and admires my almost naked form. I feel like he's gonna say something, but I really hope he doesn't. Words could ruin this.

He leans forward and resumes aggressively kissing me, and thrusting his hips into me. I spread my legs instinctively, and wrap them around his waist. If it wasn't for our underwear, we would be fucking. We should be fucking.

He breaks the kiss and reaches over to the drawer of his nightstand. I try my best to get my heavy breathing under control, but I'm excited. I can't control myself right now, not in the slightest. When I hear the foil rip, I groan into his neck, because I want it so bad. The anticipation is killing me.

He hovers above me again, looks into my eyes, and whispers "Are you sure?"

I nod my head once, before pulling his head down into another kiss. This time, when he lowers his body on top of me, his boxers are gone. I feel his fingers tug at my wet panties, until they're out of the way too. And the next thing I feel, is his rock hard penis slowly moving inside my soaking wet pussy. No fingers, no foreplay. None required.

I stop kissing his lips and throw my head back on to the pillow. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and gasp louder than I've ever gasped before.


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