warnings: some smut (+18)
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First kiss was gentle and incredibly tender. You hadn't expected how soft his lips were as they touched yours in the most subtle way. A light, quiet peck filled the hallway. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, as if to reassure himself that what he was doing was right. You stared at him in complete bewilderment, unsure how to react. Noah, smiling slightly, leaned in again, his lips once again brushing yours, but this time yours responded same. He grunted, and your body ignited as if doused with gasoline. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, your fingers threading through his long hair. Kiss was firmer now, harder, longer. Your lips brushed against each other, and the sweet sound of kisses reached your ears. His hands moved from your face to your waist, where he gripped you, pulling you even closer. Instinct kicked in making you gracefully jump off the ground on top of him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Without a second thought, Noah grabbed your hips and pressed your body against the door, drawing a moan from you like you'd never heard before.
- Oh, fuck me⌠- he breathed against your lips, his hot, soft tongue delicately brushing yours. You did the same, but this time your tongues touched, caressing each other. It wasn't that gentle, careful kiss anymore. You felt like Noah was kissing you like a drug addict who hadn't felt the taste of the drug in too long. You gasped in shock at the strong hands that gripped your ass as Noah pushed you away from the door and moved toward the couch. Without breaking the kiss, he sat down on it, settling you on his lap. Now you were the one in charge. Something told you to grab his hair and pull, forcing him to tilt his head back. He hissed and gave you that slight, mischievous smile, gazing at you through half-lidded eyes. You watched as he licked his lips, swollen from the kissing you, with gusto. You let his hand grip the back of your head and pull you closer, connecting your lips in another kiss. Noah's other hand rested on the bare skin of your thigh, squeezing tightly. Your body burned. You felt a pleasant tingle all over your skin, and a sweet, oppressive need for touch flooded your entire body, accumulating between your thighs. It was the first time you'd felt something so powerful, so completely draining and making you dumb.
- Daisy⌠- It was first time you'd heard a man say your name like that. A slightly hoarse, deep growl as your hips instinctively moved, grinding against his crotch. - No, wait⌠- he gasped, barely breaking away from your lips. - Don't do that, please.
- Why� - You gasped back. The world spun, and you felt like drunk.
- Because⌠fuck⌠- he laughed pathetically, unable to calm his racing heart. - Too late⌠- he added, lowering his head. Slightly surprised, you reached between the two of you and froze, feeling the hard bulge beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. You instinctively clenched your fingers, and Noah groaned throatily. - Fuck, Daisy! - He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away.
- Oh. - You felt your cheeks burn. You didn't know if you should run away or⌠You stared at him, at his sparkling eyes, at his slightly parted lips as he breathed. You glanced at his crotch, and before common sense returned, you let the moment take its course. You grabbed his face and kissed him again, this time deliberately moving your hips against him. Noah growled, grabbing your hips and trying to pull you off but you refused, grinding even harder.
- Wait, I'm begging you⌠- he moaned pathetically, unable to even break the kiss. - I won't be able to control myself if you don't stop. - You didn't listen, kissing lower, down his neck. - Fuck, Daisy⌠Stop it. I haven't been with a woman in too long. - You felt like he was starting to giving in, until strong hands grabbed your waist and lifted you, and you fell softly onto the couch next to him.
- Daisy, stop! - he growled, jumping up from the couch. He wiped his lips and brushed his hair, taking a few steps away. - We can't do this.
- Why? - You drew your legs up, hugging them. - Is it because of my age�
- No, Daisy. This isn't it, although it should be... It's because I don't do relationships. - At first, you felt bad. Very bad. But then you realized you didn't want a relationship too. You just wanted to see if you finally got Him, how your body craved him⌠your hunger would go away.
- Me too. - You shrugged, and he froze. Noah stared at you as if you'd said something completely impossible and surprising at the same time.
- Daisy⌠- He sighed in resignation, embarrassed by what had flashed through his mind.
- No one needs to know about that. - you stated, surprised at how confident you were in those words.
- It doesn't work that way. Not every girl can see difference between fucking and love. And I fuck so hard that no one can help but love me.
- Damn specialist. So how many girls have you fucked and how many have fallen in love? - you grumbled and got up from the couch, straightening your dress. You headed to the kitchen, and he followed you.
- Hmm⌠A few⌠maybe dozens of them have come along. But I didn't count, because fans often shout that they love me.
- If you weren't in Bad Omens, you'd still be a virgin, Noah. - you said, pulling two bottles of water out of the fridge. You tossed one in his direction and sat down on the counter before taking a sip of your own.
- Ha. Ha. Ha. I had girlfriends before the band too.
- Your grandma's friends don't count. - He probably didn't expect that answer, because he choked on his water and spat it out.
- Bumpkin. - he choked out warningly, wiping his wet chin with his hand. Smiling broadly, you gave him the middle finger while taking a few sips of water. - You'll regret this.
- You're not brave enough to touch me, you coward. - You tested him, taking a few more sips. This time, however, quite "accidentally", water began to slip down your neck and neckline, trickling between your breasts and soaking into the fabric of your dress. - Oh my. - You sighed in feigned surprise, looking at the damp skin of your breasts. Noah was watching too, not even trying to pretend he didn't.
- I know what you're trying to do, Bumpkin. - he grumbled, glaring at you. - But even if you walk around naked, I won't fuck you.
- Then I'll talk to my friend as soon as you leave. - You jumped off the counter and walked past him towards the stairs.
- I'll wait until your father gets back! - he shouted after you, making you stop on the first step and turn around, giving him a small, sly smile.
- Good luck, Asshole. They won't be back for another three days. - at the sight of his face you burst out laughing and went upstairs, leaving him alone.
You didn't expect Noah to actually stay, watching over you like a guard dog. And while you'd previously lived in his home, he now felt at home in your. He'd showered, and with nothing clean to change into, he'd walked around the house in nothing but sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing that trail of black hair from his navel to down. He'd also made dinner, calling you to eat with him. Ignoring the fact that you were only wearing a T-shirt and panties, you went downstairs, taking your portion upstairs.
- Seriously? This is how you treat guests at home?! - he shouted after you, smiling sheepishly.
- Guests don't chase away dates! - you grumbled over your shoulder, not even looking at him. Then, lying in bed, you didn't expect your bedroom door to open and him to come in like he belonged there. He closed door behind him, placed his phone on the nightstand, and without a word, climbed onto your bed, covering himself with the duvet.
- What are you doing? - you asked, audibly surprised, pulling the duvet over yourself.
- Going to bed? - he replied, as if it were obvious.
- So you always force yourself into strange girls' beds to sleep?
- You're not such a stranger, you introduced yourself to me, that's one thing. Secondly, when I'm in bed with a girl, I usually don't sleep, if you know what I mean. - He muttered with a mischievous smile, settling himself more comfortably. - You'll be the first one in a long time. - Ignoring your gaze, he adjusted the pillow and lay down, wrapping one arm around your waist.
- Noah. - you whispered, and he opened only one eye, glancing at you with a gentle smile. - What the fuck�
- That way you can't sneak out to fuck someone else at night. - You rolled your eyes and pulled the covers over your head. Noah, still hugging you, leaned in so close that the tip of your nose touched his chest. He smelled of your bath gel and⌠himself. You gritted your teeth, trying to calm your shaking hands.
- You're going to sleep in sweatpants? - Your muffled voice filled the room. He lifted the covers and peered under, catching your gaze.
- Should I sleep naked? - Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and started to pull them off. You only managed to see a black of hair and a tiny piece of his cock before you squealed, turning your back to him. Noah snorted with laughter, and you felt him pulling the sweatpants back on. His hand immediately returned, but this time he pulled you closer, nuzzling your back. - First one you've ever seen in person?
- Like this little? Yes. - you blurted out, and he laughed loudly, pressing his nose into your hair. You trembled, but tried to cover it with your sharp tongue.
- Oh, baby⌠- he finally sighed against your ear, making you instinctively clench your thighs. - Give me an hour for playing with you, and tomorrow you won't be able to walk correctly because of this 'little one.' - he murmured, his hot breath caressing your earlobe. You stifled a moan, clenching your teeth against sheets, but your body betrayed you, and your ass pressed even harder into his crotch. Something like a soft groan escaped his throat, and a large, hot hand slid under your shirt, resting flat on your stomach. His fingertips caressed your skin, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.
- Sleep. - he ordered, shifting in bed. - We have to go to the studio tomorrow morning.
- Yes, we, Bumpkin. I won't leave you alone with such fucked up ideas.
- You do realize I can do this even if my father gets back?
- You'd realize I can handcuff you to me and drag you around? Have you watched 'Death Note'?
- Pff. - you snapped, turning to look at him over your shoulder. - I watched. But you can't handcuff me like L did it for Light. You won't let anyone see you with a woman. That doesn't fit to your image of a private asshole.
- Daisy. - he murmured, lifting his head to lightly brush your lips with his. - Sleep. And tomorrow you'll see I wasn't joking. You'll be chained. - he added, snuggling into you. You didn't respond, staring at the wall. This whole situation was completely fucked up. Why he is here? Why he is sleeping in your bed with you? Just⌠why?
But⌠you had to admit one thing to Danielle.
Sleeping with someone who hugs you really does feel good.
***
Dawn was cool and misty. Garden, illuminated by the light from the kitchen, seemed so quiet and mysterious. A mug of hot coffee steamed in the first rays of sunlight that filtered through the surrounding trees. Holding the mug in both hands, you stared at the black brew, reflecting the outline of your bedroom window.
- How is he in my room? - you whispered, looking up at the increasingly pink sky. You smiled faintly at the memory of yesterday. Sure, you'd invited that boy to your house, but you had no intention of sleeping with him. It was a joke Danielle had somehow passed on to Noah. And here your thoughts were going haywire. Because⌠why had he shown up at your house, and why was he sleeping in your room, "keeping an eye" on you?
You frowned thoughtfully, taking a few small sips of hot coffee. You adjusted the blanket wrapped around you and sighed, still staring at the sky.
Noah had noticed you, that was a fact. He'd started talking to you, that was a fact too⌠but why� You put down your mug, rubbing your face with your hands.
- No, Margaret. That's not it. Guys like competition. - you muttered to yourself, glancing at your bedroom window. - Noah just wants to be your first⌠Because you remember first one for the rest of your life. - you grumbled, returning your gaze to the sky.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, resting your chin on your forearms. Your joke only proved it. And Noah must have noticed how your hands trembled around him. Maybe he noticed how you inhaled the air that smelled of him. Maybe he noticed how the weight of your gaze rested on him whenever he wasn't looking. And maybe that's whyâŚ
Wait. But why didn't he take the opportunity NOW and just tell you to go to sleep? Does he want you to beg him for it? And then, if anything came up, he'll throw it in your face "You wanted it, I didn't take advantage of you"?
- Damn. - you muttered, burying your head between your arms. Studying law also involved psychology classes and lectures on reading people like a book. But why, when it came to Noah, did you lose your common sense and couldn't understand what was going on in his head? How were you supposed to understand him if you couldn't understand yourself?! With this boy, you were completely losing yourself. Ground was crumbling beneath your feet, your guard was down, your brain was turning to mush. Noah was watchingâyou're going crazy. No one had ever affected you like that. And you had to say it out loud: when Noah wasn't paying attention to you, it was so much easier for you.
Now? Your body reacted to his voice, his smile, and those annoying teasings that you loved so much.
Conversations with Noah, despite your shaking hands and frantic heartbeat, were pleasant and light. You weren't annoyed when he made dirty jokes. In fact, you loved it.
- I'm screwed. - you stated, reaching for your coffee mug. You took a long sip of the bitter brew, closing your eyes. - I'm screwed, and nothing will change that. - you added, hugging the mug. You had no choice. Either you risk it all, and your body stops reacting so intensely⌠or you'll screw it up even more by getting closer to him, sinking into some sick obsession with that loudmouthed, self-righteous Noah.
- Lord⌠Have some fucking mercy, please.
The way my body responds to the sound of your voice is proof enough that my soul has felt you in other lifetime. - unknow.
You weren't even screaming anymore, dangling politely over the singer's shoulder as he carried you from the house to the car. He was wearing his sweatpants and your baggy black T-shirt, which Danielle had given you for your birthday years ago and which he insisted on wearing. Aside from the fact that the back had a big, pink slogan: "My pussy taste best in town" singer looked really good in it. Sitting politely in the car, you let him drive you to the studio where they had scheduled their morning recordings. Noah parked right in front of the studio and, ignoring the guys' stares, walked around the car, opening the passenger door. He crouched down, and you, rolling your eyes, got out and waited. None of the guys had the courage to ask what was going on as Noah carried you, slung over his shoulder, towards the door.
- Yo, guys. - singer said and brushed past them, entering the building, whistling to himself as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Leaning against his back and utterly bored, you waved to the others.
- He forced me. - you grumbled, shrugging. Once in the studio, he sat you down on the couch.
- Be a good girl and wait for me. - he said, making you snort, crossing your arms over your chest. Noah had gone off somewhere, leaving you alone. You began to look around the room, spotting several people behind a large window, busy setting up instruments. One of the boys caught your eye. Young, tattooed, with a lip piercing and long blond hair, the sides of his head shaved. He reminded you of a Viking. He turned and, upon seeing you, smiled faintly. You took the opportunity to wave at him, but before he could wave back, the tall figure of Noah appeared before you. He looked down at you until he leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on the armrest.
- Hormones robbing you of your common sense? - His voice sent goosebumps across your skin. You might have wanted to annoy him, might have wanted to see what he was really trying to achieve with his behavior, but you couldn't deny that he was the one arousing your body at an unnaturally rapid pace.
- No. But some asshole's taking away my fun. - you said, stepping back slightly, hoping Noah wouldn't notice your quickening breath. He just smirked, watching you intently. The rest of the group entered, taking their seats.
- Okay, I'll go in first. We'll record vocals and then I have to take this spawn of Satan to school. - Noah said, turning his back to the boys. Folio, snorting with laughter, immediately pulled out his phone and snapped a picture.
- Nice shirt. - Jolly said.
- I know. Daisy gave it to me. She said I tasted good last night. - he said over his shoulder with a laugh and quickly slipped into the other room, dodging the pillow you threw at him.
- I've never tasted you, asshole! - you shouted after him, to which he, safe behind the glass, gave you the middle finger. Irritated and embarrassed, you sat down on the couch, your eyes focused on your phone. Jolly, sitting at his computer, clicked something, setting everything up.
- Okay, Noah. Let's record the second verse and chorus! - singer responded with a thumbs-up and, putting on headphones, positioned himself at the microphone. At first, you didn't want to look, but curiosity won. You put the phone down, focusing your gaze on the brunette. A delicate, yet rather bouncy for Bad Omens, melody filled the studio. Noah, closing his eyes, listened to the melody. He took a deep breath, and his calm, angelic voice emerged from the speakers, melting into your skin and soul. Biting so deeply that you wished the moment would never end.
- I tried to settle in a life of relevance, but I long to be lost. - You didn't even realize how your lips parted slightly in silent shock at the words that flowed from his lips. Noah, nodding slightly, his eyes still closed, sang the next words with such emotion, as if he were telling a story. - And their echoes sit alone in a prison made of bone. Oh, I hate it, but it's home for me. In every place I'm on my toes, and still I feel like I impose. It's okay to let me go if you need⌠- You knelt on the couch, sitting back on your heels. Fascinated, you leaned against the armrest and stared at singer's profile, completely lost in his singing, ignoring you. Or so you thought, because as he sang the next words, your eyes met. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly in a smile as he winked at you. - What's it say about me if I run away, without you when I fall asleep and in your head I'm always gonna stay? What's it say about me if I never change and I push everyone away? On borrowed time you know I can't repay⌠- Something strange and previously unfamiliar gripped your heart, and your eyes glazed over with the emotions boiling within you. His voice, his smile, those gleaming brown eyes. You felt hot, room felt too small, too crowded, too bright. Without a word, you jumped up from couch and left, retreating down the hallway you'd been carried through. You welcomed the breath of fresh air that hit you as the door opened. You stepped aside, sitting on one of the many cement flowerpots lining the sidewalk.
- Fuck me⌠- you whispered breathlessly, brushing your long hair back. - What's wrong with you, Marg? - you muttered, looking around the street. Your heart was pounding, your body was on fire, your thoughts tormenting you, reminding you of how yesterday those same lips that sang those words today kissed you hard and hungrily. Those hands that today adjusted the headphones on his head, yesterday grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. You were crazy. You had to admit it to yourself. Your body craved that tattooed asshole, and no matter how many times you denied it, you couldn't hide it.
- Daisy? What's wrong? - You flinched at the sound of his voice. Noah, visibly worried, approached and crouched in front of you. - You feel unwell? - His warm hands rested on your knees, and you trembled. You couldn't think clearly. You couldn't control yourself. You grabbed singer's shirt and, kneeling next to him, pressed your lips to his with incredible strength and hunger. He staggered, grabbed you by the waist and falling to the sidewalk, pulled you with him.
- Daisy. - he panted between kisses, but he didn't pull away, deepening it. You knelt between his legs, clutching the fabric of his shirt, and kissed him, ignoring the world around you.
- You have to help me. - you panted, resting your forehead against his. - I'm going crazy. I can't focus on my studies or my training. I'll fail this year if you don't help me understand what's happening to me. - Noah glanced sideways at the people passing by. He was panting as if the kiss had stirred wild emotions within him.
- Not here. - he muttered and stood up, lifting you. He unlocked the car, and you both got in. After texting Folio that he had to go, you drove away. You sat in the passenger seat, your thighs clenched tightly together. Your body was constantly burning from the inside. Something, like hunger, was consuming you, irritating and stimulating you. You couldn't think of anything but his lips and his hands.
- Noah⌠- you began, the silence between you starting to grate. Like everything that didn't go your way. Noah remained silent. One hand rested on the steering wheel, the other propped on his elbow on the car door, his hand covering his mouth. He was serious and lost in thought. He was silent the entire way to your house, even though you were supposed to be in class right now. He was silent as he parked in the driveway, and silent as he walked slowly behind you into the house. Once inside, you stepped further into the living room. You were truly exhausted by what had been happening to you lately.
- I⌠I've never felt this way, Noah⌠- you finally whispered, lowering your head. You stared at your intertwined fingers, played with your rings, hoping to find some way to occupy your trembling hands.
- How? - His hoarse, rough voice filled living room. You didn't answer immediately, staring at your hands.
- I have a feeling⌠- you finally began, your voice trembling. You'd never talked to anyone like this because you didn't need to. Danielle herself had often said you were some kind of cyborg if you never felt desire. You turned to face him. He stood in the hallway, his brown eyes staring at you intently and expectantly. - I feel like⌠my body is burning from the inside, betraying me. Sitting on my motorcycle I can't focus on the road. In class, instead of listening to the lecturer, I see myself thrown over the desk and being fuck. - He didn't react. His face was calm. But with your next words, his eyes grew darker, as if hungry⌠- I⌠Fuck. Noah. I feel like my body no longer belongs to me, but to you⌠No one, ever, had this effect on me, damn it! Your voice makes my breathing quicken unnaturally. Sitting on the bike my head plays tricks on me, showing me I'm sitting on you. Your closeness, your smile, I'm simply going crazy! And I can't do a thing about it⌠- You moaned as his body pressed against yours, as if he'd lost control. Your lips met in a hungry, frantic kiss, your teeth clashed. He cupped your head with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around your waist, practically squeezing you into him. You melted, completely dependent on him. You let him grab you and make you wrapped your legs around his waist. You let him, still kissing you, carry you upstairs to your room. With a soft moan you collapsed onto the mattress, your body accepting his weight on yours with relief. You sighed with bliss at the hot lips on your neck, at the hot tongue that traced its way from your collarbone up to your ear.
Her skin feels unholy but I'm still drawn.
The morals I'm holding, you know they're gone.
- I'll help you. - His voice was a trembling whisper as he caressing your ear with his hot breath. - But I won't fuck you. - He lifted himself, and you looked at him with wide, slightly terrified eyes. - There are other ways.
- What⌠what do you want to do?
- I'll play with you, baby - He placed his hand on your neck, hot fingers on your throat, and slowly began to move it down your breast, making you sigh deliciously, then down your stomach, until he grabbed the fabric, lifting it. - And you gonna tell me what you like and what you don't, got it? - With those words his hand slipped under the fabric of your shirt. His fingers gripped the cup of your bra and pulled it down, his hand tightened on your breast. You nodded, taking a deep breath.
- Use your words, Bumpkin. - he murmured, but your response was only a soft moan as his thumb brushed against your nipple, sending a surge of pleasure through your body you'd never felt before. - Those still aren't words.
- Y-yes⌠- you sighed. And that was like an invitation for him. Your shirt landed somewhere on the ground, and his gaze found the daisy tattoo. It was a second that he frowned in confusion, his lips returning to caressing your neck as he gripped the straps of your bra and slid it off you, exposing your breasts. Now his lips traced a path from your neck down, leaving a faint red mark on your collarbone. As if he had to mark your body as his property. You lifted your head slightly and watched as his large, tattooed hands gripped your breasts, and he, looking down at you, teased your hard nipple with his hot tongue. Your body instinctively arched, and a sweet, long moan filled the room.
I'm only human but I'm afraid I may never learn from all my mistakes.
Don't know what I'm doing but that's okay 'cause I like it that way.
- You're so sensitive, Daisy⌠- A deep, slightly husky voice reached your ears, but you were in another world at that moment. You were in a world where hot lips caressed your stomach, skillful fingers unbuttoned your jeans, stripping them off you. You shivered. Partly from shame, partly from fear of what was about to happen.
- I want⌠- you blurted out, and Noah lifted himself, hovering over you. He gently brushed your hair away from your face, smiling slightly.
- What do you want, Bumpkin?
- Take off your shirt⌠- He smiled faintly, staring at you for a moment. Before he could do anything to you, you already looked like a wreck. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, glistening, glassy eyes. Noah knelt between your legs and, reaching back of his shirt, removed it in one swift movement.
- Oh⌠- you moaned at the sight of his body, instinctively clenching your thighs. Noah tilted his head to the side and watched, delighted that anyone would react to him this way.
- Spread your legs. - he ordered, and you obeyed. - Fuck. - he hissed, shamelessly looking at your completely damp panties. - Can I take them off? - he asked, gripping the waistband of your panties. You nodded, and he smacked his lips in disapproval.
- Y-yes, Noah⌠- you whispered, completely surrendered to him and his will. Goosebumps covered your body as the cool air enveloped you where you most needed him. He took his time, savoring your body and the way you trembled from his touch. He grabbed your ankle and lifted your leg, his hot lips caressing the skin of your calf, your knee, your inner thigh⌠all the while avoiding that most sensitive and touch-hungry spot. A large, tattooed hand gripped your thigh, and you watched as his long fingers slowly glided over the heated skin, up to your foot, which you rested on his shoulder. He touched you and looked at you as if he was still struggling with his thoughts. Finally, he grabbed your knees and spread your legs wide, leaning over you.
- Give me your hand. - his voice brooked no argument, his warm touch forcing you to place your hand on your neck. - Now look at me and remember this. - he murmured, sliding your hand down your body. You stared into those dark eyes, mesmerized, as he made you tremble with your own touch. You touched your breasts, your stomach, your lower abdomen, allowing him to do everythingâŚ
- Noah! - you moaned as soon as your fingers slid between your legs, and you felt how wet you were.
- You feel it? You're dripping for me. And I didn't even touch you properly, Bumpkin. So fucking needy girl. - he muttered mockingly, moving your hand so you circled your clit. You gripped the sheets with your other hand and moaned, tilting your head down. - Don't tell me you've never played with yourself� - This time his voice was deeper, almost animalistic. You shook your head in "no" and he growled, leaning in and connecting your lips again. Another moan escaped your lips, and he kissed you like the best drug.
- Noah⌠- you panted, continuing to caress yourself as he touched your entire body with his large, hot hands, his lips concentrating on your breasts. - It's⌠not enough. I want more. - You sighed, sobbing at his teeth digging into your skin.
- Slide finger inside you. - he ordered, sucking on your nipple.
- No. - you gasped, opening your eyes. - You do it.
Bitter ends to the nights.
I'm along for the ride.
Out of breath, out of time.
Everything has a price.
- Daisy⌠- he hesitated, trying to maintain some semblance of boundaries. It's either now or never. Without a second thought, you grabbed his hand and, looking directly into his eyes, slid it between your legs. - Fuck⌠- he hissed again, feeling how wet you were beneath his fingers, and you almost screamed at the new sensation. He ran his fingers along the length of your folds, rubbing the wetness. He teased your entrance with the tip of his finger as you, lost in the pleasure, hugged him tightly and nestled against him. His hot body next to yours made you lose touch with the world. You soaked in the scent of his body, the taste of his lips.
- AH! - you cried out at the slight pinch, which quickly turned into blissful, sweet pleasure. - More. - you gasped, your lips finding his. - Please, Noah. More. - you sobbed pitifully, crumbling from the movements of his finger and thumb, massaging your clit at a perfect pace. Noah seemed to be losing it, losing his resolve at the way you reacted to him and his touch. As if your body was made just for him, and only thanks to him you could achieve such pleasure.
- Slowly, Daisy⌠- he panted, resting his damp forehead against yours. Beads of sweat slowly rolled down his tattooed skin, soaking into your flesh. He looked like he was wrecked by the situation and how much he wanted you. His look said he regretted it⌠because he couldn't stop now. - This is your firstâŚ
- More, please. - you sobbed, lifting your hips in silent plea. He cursed breathlessly and pulled his finger out of you, only to add another. Looking directly into your eyes, he began to slowly push it in, your lips parted in silent pleasure, sighed.
- Fuck. I love it when you moan my name. - he growled, pushing his fingers in all the way. Sweet pain mingled with pleasure, and you wanted to scream for him to keep going. Something warm, soothing flooded your body, but it couldn't reach that one, perfect spot. You still felt like it wasn't enough. Your body stubbornly begged for more, despite the overwhelming pleasure.
- Make me scream it. - you panted, bracing your feet against the waistband of his sweatpants and sliding them down his hips, releasing his swollen erection. You bit your lower lip hard at the feel of his hot, hard length against your thigh. - Oh⌠- you gasped at how big he was.
- Daisy. - he hissed in slight shock, freezing. - What are you doing?
- Be honest, Noah⌠- You weren't sure where your confidence came from. Was it the situation, or the lust that was coursing through your veins like crazy? Or was it your personality that always got you what you wanted? - You're watching over me because you want to be my first. You want to have me. To fuck me. - His strong hand tightened on your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes.
- Don't play games with me like that, baby. - he growled, pushing his fingers all the way inside you. Pain mixed with pleasure again, forcing you to moan.
- Don't you want to admit out loud that fucking without consequence would be wonderful? - you panted, not hiding how much the movements of his fingers were driving you crazy. - Don't you want to feel me come because of you fucking me? - you moaned, digging your nails into his back, losing yourself in the pleasure. You reached between you, your small fingers tightening around Noah's hot, pleasantly soft cock. You felt every vein beneath your fingers as you began to massage him.
- Fuck me, Daisy⌠- he purred long and deliciously, throwing his head back.
- Noah, please⌠- you sobbed, wrapping your legs tightly around him, still touching his cock. - I don't want to be nobody's anymore. Make me yours, Noah⌠- It was as if something inside him had snapped. As if all the worries and fears dissapear. It didn't matter what happened next. It didn't matter what the consequences would be. He wanted to lose himself in this, in you⌠and he did.
- So watch me while I make you mine. - he growled, still gripping your cheeks.
You can be all I got, what's the difference?
You and me and a lot of bad decisions.
All I know is bad, bad decisions.
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