You Were Never Honest (Never 2)

“I know my sweet, but there must be something I can do, surely? I can’t let him fail, not if I can stop it from happening,” I reply and he’s smiling at me, before his mouth is on mine and his fingers are curling around my hips.

Damn, this is my new favourite thing to do. I’m pushing up onto my knees and slide one over his legs until I’m straddling him. He moans into my mouth as my hands travel under his top and up to his chest, his own hands are travelling up my sides until he’s pulling me closer so our chests are flush against one another.

“Noah,” I gasp out and he responds by kissing down my neck and running his tongue along my collarbone, oh my gawd that feels so good.

“Henleigh, what are we doing?” he asks, pulling back slightly and I drag my hips back drawing out another moan from him.

“Do we have to think about everything?” I ask in return, dragging my mouth across his neck and biting gently.

He’s suddenly standing and I’m wrapping my legs around his waist, he’s hard against me and I’m equal parts excited and terrified. He’s laying me down gently on his bed and we start undressing, I am not dragging this out he might change his mind.

He’s looking down at me as though I’m some piece of exquisite art, he’s taking me in and I can’t help but squirm.

“You really are beautiful,” he says and I can't help but smile up at him.

“You’re overdressed” I say with a smirk, running my hand over his tented boxers, he looks shy as he pulls his boxers down and yeah, I’m scared.

He’s big, and I can’t understand how it will fit, oh damn Noah you’ve been holding back on me for sure.

He runs his fingers through my folds, teasing me before sliding a finger inside me. It feels so good but it’s sensation overload as his mouth closes around my clit and I can’t help but thread my fingers through his hair.

He’s amazing and my legs are quaking as he brings me to the edge, and I fall into sweet oblivion and then he’s pulling away and climbing up my body.

“You sure?” he asks.

“I’ve never been surer about anything in my life, I need you Noah,” I say before he slides on a condom and then he’s holding himself in his hand and lining himself up with me.

He’s pushing in slowly and even though it hurts for a moment it's soon replaced with a pleasure that I’ve never experienced before in my life. After pushing himself all the way inside he holds himself in place, I love that he’s waiting for me to adjust but I need him to move.

“Noah,” I moan as he pulls himself out before sliding himself back in, he does this over and over again as my moans grow louder and they’re soon joined by his.

I lift my feet until they’re pushing against his arse and he starts moving faster, I’m getting close and I think he may be as well. It isn’t long before we find our release and our eyes remained locked the entire time. This is the closest I have ever felt with him or anyone for that matter and when he says he loves me I feel it all the way to my soul, whatever happens I will never let him go.

We made love two more times last night, it just kept on getting better, and I’m sore and tired but it's the kind that is making me smile instead of grumpy. They’re nothing more than reminders of what we did last night and I’m never going to forget it.

I just can’t stop smiling but it’s not helping things with Harrison, he’s still being a dick and my happiness is making him even worse.

“Can you stop smiling you silly little bitch,” he bites out and I can’t do anything but stare at him with my mouth hanging open.

“Excuse me, I do not deserve that,” I reply, I’m finding my composure I will not be dragged down to his level.

“No, you deserve a lot worse.” Of course I do, because he’s appointed himself as the weigher of my countless sins.

“You know what, I don’t need this. I can stop anytime I want, Hutchy has already confirmed that,” I say, making it clear I am not bluffing. I don’t expect a thank you but a little decency would not go amiss.

“Well then, why don’t you?” he asks.

“Because you will be held back for two years, don’t you understand that. I get nothing from this H, except for your constant abuse.” Throwing my hands in the air and raising my voice gets nothing more than a raised brow, but I couldn’t care any less right now. I am only aiming to tell the truth, I won’t bury myself under lies like everyone else always seems to do. “I’m only doing this for you, because you do not deserve to fail, especially if I can prevent it.”

“I didn’t know, hang on did you just call me H? Have you called me that before?” he asks, giving me this strange look.

“No of course not, it just slipped out,” I say quietly, shit I was not supposed to say that.

“Right okay, don’t give me a nickname yeah. My friends don’t get to so why should you?” His animosity rolls through me like a current of energy, strong enough to be noticed but not enough to cause any lasting damage.

“Wow, you mean someone actually likes you?” Sarcasm for the win.

He gives me this strange smile before pointing to the books, I know I look like a moron but what does he want me to do? Has he finally changed his attitude and will now let me help him.