“Do it,” she said. “Fuck me, Noah.”
I sighed, ducked down to kiss her as I rocked my hips against hers, and started with slow, shallow thrusts. With every slide into her, I pulled back a little farther, moved a little deeper, a little harder.
I nibbled lightly on her lips, broke off the kiss and moved my lips down her neck. Sara kept her hands in my hair, soft moans and whines slipped out of her mouth as I picked up my pace until I was fucking her deep and hard. One of my hands squeezed at her breast gently, fingers teased at the nipple, while I found that spot that made her turn almost inside out along the side of her neck.
Sweat dripped down my skin, and it felt a little ticklish. Sara didn’t even seem to notice when the droplets fell on her skin. I pulled back far enough to see her face, and her expression was twisted with pleasure. Her eyes were closed, but as if sensing I was looking at her, they fluttered open, and her gaze met mine.
I couldn’t read what was in her dark brown eyes, but again, I felt that stuffy feeling in my chest. Wanting to get away from it, I ducked my head into her shoulder as I moved my hips even faster and harder. Fuck. I groaned, feeling little shocks of electricity running up and down my spine. My balls tightened, drawing up into my body. I fisted a hand into the sheets, trying to hold back until she came first.
Then, I felt her walls convulse around my cock, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I climaxed right behind her, gasping as my body jerked, and my hips gave a few more thrusts before overwhelming pleasure swamped me.
Our bodies rocked slowly together through the orgasm, slowly going still as we calmed down. Ignoring the little aftershocks, I rolled us over until I was on my back and Sara lay on my chest.
“That was amazing,” I heard her sigh, her warm breath a wash over my chest.
I hummed, but kept my eyes closed, saying nothing. If my roommates didn’t come back for a long while, I wouldn’t mind going another round. Right then, because I felt I could, I kept my arms around Sara, holding her to my chest. As my eyes closed, I thought about how I wouldn’t mind if she slept in my bed tonight. If only I could trust my roommates not to come back and be a nuisance.
Maybe we could go back to her room, and I can leave early in the morning.
I didn’t dare ask, but I did daydream.Chapter Eight
NoahA few weeks went by. Sara and I only got closer and closer. Even though they hadn’t met her, because I didn’t let them meet her, my roommates knew I was seeing someone. I didn’t deny it when they teased me about it, and even my friends noticed.
It didn’t hurt that I was going around smiling more, all the stress from my money problems gone.
The tuition problem didn’t magically go away, but after going to the office and making my case, I had enough time to pay it all up. I’d managed some of it by myself, and I was waiting on Dad, the worry that he wouldn’t come through for me, in the end, was still there, but I did my best not to let it get to me.
My phone vibrated in my pocket as I left a class with my friends, and I pulled it out, grinning when I saw Sara’s name.
“Oh, there it is. It’s the new girlfriend.”
I looked up at Mark, one of my friends, with a frown. The others snickered at his words, but I didn’t bother correcting him.
“You guys go on ahead, I have somewhere to be.”
“Dude, we were going to go and watch the game, remember? You sure you want to give it up for a girl?”
I walked away without looking back.
“I’ll watch the replay,” I called distractedly over my shoulder.
They grumbled at me behind my back, but I could still hear them laughing. I did feel a little bad, because yeah, I’d been blowing my friends off a lot lately whenever I got the chance to spend time with Sara, but I wasn’t all that sorry.
If I had to pick between having Sara in my bed, or following her to her room and having sex on her bed, and hanging out with my friends, it wasn’t a competition. Sex with Sara was addicting, so it was lucky for me that she felt the same way.
Of course, it was more than just sex. In the past few weeks, we’d gotten to know each other, and like each other, and I liked spending time with her.
This time, we were meeting up in a library. I was a little skeptical about it since we usually couldn’t keep our hands off each other when we met, but I was more than willing to go, anyway. She’d given me directions to find her, and I followed them to find a tucked away corner in the library. There was a table in that little corner, and Sara was sitting down, her bag and books spread on the desk, but she wasn’t paying the least attention to them. When she saw me, she grinned.