Chapter 4
Noah
I was hanging out with my friends at Jake’s place, holding the bottle of beer by its neck between my fingers. I sat reclined on his couch, listening to our friends sharing their stories, but I was starting to feel restless just hanging out here.
It was good to see them all again, but it was difficult not to notice how much they had changed. I had changed. They went thought life dealing with stuff that couldn’t even be compared to what I’d seen and gone through. I’d dealt with horror and atrocities, which no one should ever experience.
I felt like an alien next to them, unable to find funny the things they found funny. The jokes they cracked sounded so dry that my lips hurt from all that fake smiling. We didn’t think or feel the same, and I wondered if the gap between us could ever be crossed.
And if those differences weren’t enough, a lot of them were in relationships, and I felt like I was the only one left single. It made me think about Emma.
I gripped the bottle I was holding, refusing to think about her, but my shitty brain was stubborn. I kept seeing her in front of my eyes, my pulse quickening just thinking about her entering this living room. She would definitely look different, and that itself made me curious to know how she would feel under my hands. Her lush curves, her supple body against mine… Her kisses, her taste…
“Hey, bro, let’s go out to a bar,” Dominic, one of my friends, suggested me, interrupting my not-so-innocent thoughts of Emma.
I frowned. “To a bar?”
“Yeah. Let’s continue to celebrate you actually coming out. It’s been a while, so let’s have some fun.”
I fisted my hand, nervous to go. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go anywhere else. “I don’t know, man.”
“Don’t be a party-pooper. You’re acting like a nun now.” He leaned closer and winked at me. “There would be some nice girls for us to bang.” He was also single like me, but instead of inciting excitement in me, his remark only brought back a memory of Emma and me in one of the hottest moments we had ever shared.
Emma and I were in an amusement park that had recently been opened. As such, it quickly became a hot spot, and on Saturday evening, it was crowded. We went from one ride to another, sharing laughter and cotton candies as we walked, and the more time passed, the more aroused I was.
She was wearing a skirt and tight top that revealed her toned stomach, and I couldn’t stop checking her out. I noticed the way other guys looked at her, and it only increased my hunger for her. I needed to bang her right here and now.
I pulled her away from the crowd and further into darkness in between two shacks. There were no cameras nor lights there, so the only way we could be discovered was if someone came by, which was not so likely since the shacks weren’t a part of any attraction and were far away from the places brimming with activities.
“What are you doing, Noah? Why did you bring me here?” she asked me when I pushed her against the wall, her voice revealing a blend of fear and excitement.
I’d figured out this was one of her kinks. She was perverted, enjoying indulging in sexual things in public. Her reason was telling her “no”, which was exactly why she was now trying to push me away, her gaze darting around us in fear, but her body was telling “hell yes”.
“You know you want this, babe. You want me to take you right here, where anyone can come and see us.”
She didn’t deny it, moaning when my mouth latched onto her neck, my hand going straight for her pussy.
“Ah, Noah… We can’t do this now… Someone might see us.”
Holy shit. I could feel she was soaking wet, even over her panties. My cock was killing me in my pants.
“Which is exactly what makes you so fucking wet now, Emma. Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you right now. Tell me, and I’ll stop.”
She didn’t say anything, thrusting her hips toward me. With a smirk, I lowered myself down on my knees and pushed her panties aside, bringing her leg over my shoulder.
“I need to taste you, baby. I need your fucking juices on my face.”
With that, I buried myself into her pussy, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal.
“Oh God. Noah.” Her nails dug into my shoulders, her hips pushing against me. “Oh God. We can’t do this now… But it’s so good…”
I moved my tongue through her swollen folds and pushed it right into her, earning a low moan from her.
“Ah… So good…”
I tipped my head back so that I could see her face. The darkness covered most of it, but I could see enough. She moved her eyes between me and the dark alley, still anxious about getting caught, but I could feel her mound practically dripping. She was so fucking turned on by this that there was no way she wanted me to stop.
I focused on her clit, sucking it hard and fast, just the way she liked it. Her legs started shuddering, her nails digging even harder into me through my shirt, almost to the point of drawing blood, but the perverse me loved it. I loved having her unhinged like this, having her so hungry for anything I could offer her. We were the same.
Shit. My cock was too painful now. If I didn’t get inside of her soon, I would explode in my boxers.
“Ah, ah, ah… I will come. Like that… Yes. I’m coming!”
She let out a series of loud moans, her body rocking against me, and then she was coming, my name an even louder groan on her lips. Her juices splashed me, making a mess out of my face, which was more than enough to make me lose all the control.
This was my undoing. Unable to take it anymore, I ripped my jeans open, pulled my boxers down in one swift move, and picked her up, bringing her legs around my waist.
“Now I get to fuck you, babe.”
I plunged into her, burying myself to the hilt, and the pleasure almost pushed me to the edge. I hissed and pressed my lips on hers, telling myself to keep it in me as long as I could. My cock was fucking raging inside of her, seconds away from that release, but I didn’t want it to end that quickly. So, I kissed her until I felt sure I could move without ejecting all my sperm into her.
“You’re so fucking hot, Emma. Do you see what you’re doing to me?”
She moaned in response, her grip on my shoulders made of steel. She glanced at the passage that led out of the small alley.
“Admit it,” I growled, dipping my fingers into her sexy ass. “You want someone to pass right now and see us. Come on. Say it.”
She shook her head and closed her eyes. I thrust into her so hard, hitting her cervix mercilessly, and she let out a loud cry.
“Admit it. You want us to be seen. You want them to see me fucking you hard until you scream your name. You want them to see how fucking horny you are right now, all fucking wet and dripping all over my cock. Say it, Emma. Come on.”
She grimaced, her eyes full with lust. “Fine,” she greeted out, her nails digging into my skin punishingly. “Yes. I want it. I like the thrill of being so close to getting discovered, and I wouldn’t even mind if someone does find us like this. That’s how horny you make me feel.”
“Fucking hell, Emma. You’re too good. You’re perfect. My naughty girl.” I rammed her even harder now, unable to postpone my orgasm any longer. “I’m going to explode right into you.” Thank fuck that she was on the pill.
“Yes, honey. Spill your seed into me. Fill my pussy.”
“Fuck. You’re so naughty. Fuck!” I groaned and thrust one last time, heat rushing to my groin. And then I was spilling my seed right into her, experiencing one of the strongest orgasms in my life.
Back to the present moment, I let out a low growl, hoping my hard-on wasn’t visible. I couldn’t seem to shake Emma off my mind, and it was getting harder to control this urge to have her. I looked at Dominic, hoping he couldn’t tell what was happening to me right now.
Just like when I was thinking about applying to the army, my mind and heart were having a clash with each other. In my mind, I knew I needed to move on, but I wasn’t happy about it.
Now that I was able to start anew, I should focus on finding a new girl and finally forget about Emma. Yes, my body remembered her more than well and wanted her more than any other girl, but that ship had sailed. Even if I tried to see her, I was sure she wouldn’t want to see me. She had probably moved on a long time ago and was happy with someone who could make her happy more than I ever could.
Knowing that I was completely wrong for her only increased my longing for her, and there was no way I could go back to my place and hope to get her out of my mind. I needed a distraction and going to a bar was exactly what could help me. Maybe I could manage to unwind there and actually meet someone who could scratch my itch and relieve me from the sexual tension.
“Okay, Dominic,” I told him. “Let’s go to the bar.”