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“Oh…you like being my good girl,” Noah murmurs, while his hand slides up my leg. I press on my clit harder. But something’s still missing.
His hand keeps going until his fingers are running along the seam of my panties. My breath is literally coming out in gasps with the anticipation of what he’ll do. My fingers have stopped playing with my clit.
“Did I say you could stop?”
I write about my characters having ‘big dick energy’, but I realize at this moment that I’ve never understood exactly what that even meant before now. The term equalled Noah. I’m quite sure there is no one else that could hold my attention like this. Have my heart beat desperate for every word that comes out of his mouth.
His finger pushes under the edge of my underwear, until he’s grazing my sensitive skin. “Admit it,” he says softly, his finger moving slightly back and forth.
“What?—” I swear the air is glittering around us. I didn’t recognize my surroundings.. or myself. He has me under some kind of spell.
“Admit you wanted it to be you that I was fucking today.”
I grit my teeth, shaking my head as his finger surges up and brushes my soaking wet slit.
“I’ll give you what you want, little stalker. All you need to do is ask. No. Beg.”
“Stop calling me that,” I growl, my fingers moving feverishly again. Desperate to get there…before hemakesme get there.
“Isn’t it fitting, though? You always watching me when I’m about to come. Kind of seems fair that I get to watch you right now…doesn’t it?”
“It was all by accident…I assure you.” My voice is breathless, and I moan again as it starts to feel really, really good.
Noah slips his fingers out from my panties and I pathetically whimper. Which only makes the cocky jerk smile harder. The effect is dazzling, and I find myself taking a mental picture of it and wishing I could keep it forever.
“Don’t worry, little stalker. I’ve got you,” he whispers, his gaze focused on my face, an almost confused expression replacing his smug grin.
I want…more. Even though everything inside of me is saying I'm not ready.
"Give me your hand," he growls, and without thinking, I slide my fingers to meet his. He moves my fingers until they're hitting the right spot, feeling far better than my earlier pathetic attempts. His hand stays on top of mine as he slowly moves my fingers over my clit, finding the perfect rhythm, doing his utmost best not to touch me. Leaving it completely up to me. There's nothing but the sound of our breaths in the room.
I'm getting close, far closer than I was before. It's building inside of me, and everything in me hates that it's focused on…him. It's his glittering eyes that I'm staring into, it's his golden hair that I'm wishing my hands could touch. It's his full lips that mine long for.
"That's it, little stalker. Give it to me."
My eyes start to flutter shut as I make it to the precipice. "Look at me," he snaps, and they immediately fly open, like he’s the puppet master holding my strings.
His lips are curled arrogantly, and I gasp as I finally fall over the edge, more pleasure than I could ever comprehend coursing through my body. Our eyes are locked the entire time, but as soon as I finish, as soon as my pulse starts to slow, and my breathing regains some dignity, he’s off the bed like it's burned him.
"It's a funny thing, Sky," he purrs as he stands by the door, a huge tent in the front of his pants.
"What? What's funny?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"You’ve probably never been kissed and yet you’re going to think of me every time you get off for the rest of your life because I'm the one who gave you you’re first orgasm. Like I said. It’s a funny thing to think about."
With that, he winks at me and then strides out of the room like he didn’t just carve a hole in my aching chest.
I lay there on the bed, disgust and shame running through me like a river. My panties are wet, and there’s a tingly feeling in my veins.
I don't fall asleep that night, dreading every second that will bring me closer to seeing his smug face again.
* * *
It's the afternoon, and the day has actually gone…smoothly. For the most part, I’ve been ignored, something I’d started to long for, which I used to hate. The bell rings, and I'm walking out of class when I see him.
Kyle.
He strides towards me with a huge black eye. His gaze is locked on mine the entire time.
