2.24

[Warning: Smut]

"Enjoy your sleepover?" Noah asked with an eyebrow raised as he looked me up and down from the centre of my bed. Languidly he lay with a book on car engines in his hands, looking just like an ancient scholar, a perfect gentleman. What a farce.

Ignoring him I walked straight over to my pile of belongings, fishing through the multiple bags for a change of clothes that would be comfortable. The line of my pants felt tight as I bent over to reach my underwear. I needed to find a maternity store when we leave.

Noticing he was still staring, waiting for an answer I quipped, "sure, it was fun," and stormed out of the room to shower away my rotten mood.

Unfortunately, Noah was still reading his book in the middle of my bed, as if he owned the damn thing. I was tired. Before showering I'd vomited up all the breakfast Alex had piled down my throat.

Picking the side with the widest gap, I collapsed onto the bed too tired to fight to get under the duvet. Hugging a pillow, I intended to sleep, even if I could feel cold eyes staring.

"Did you sleep with Alex?" Noah asked, turning a page, neither tone nor facial expression betraying an ounce of his emotion. My mind went wild trying to figure it out.

The book closed with a thud, before he tossed it aside, leaning towards me, over me.

"Did you fuck that boy?" He asked, his tone now cold.

"Not last night," I squeezed the pillow, trying to merge with it and disappear.

I wasn't sure if what I was feeling was fear or guilt or both, either way, I just couldn't turn my face to meet his gaze.

"Do you want to?" he asked, leaning closer so that I could feel his breath tickle my ear.

I shook my head, unable to speak let alone answer honestly. I just wanted to pacify this scary beast pressing me into the bed with only the pillow between us.

"What about me, love, do you want to fuck me?"

Without waiting for an answer he yanked the pillow out of my grip, tossing it aside carelessly, his eyes only staring deep into mine.

"N-no," I squeaked, feeling insecure that he would notice the tiny bulge below my belly button my hands rested at the hem of my baggy jumper I wore over some, also baggy, pajama shorts. I had zero intentions of doing anything all day but sleep. Now I regretted my lazy intentions for making me not wear more layers.

"And why's that?" As he asked his hand rested on my knee, fingers then drifting to press my inner thigh.

"I-I'm trying to be responsible," I whimpered, shivering when his hand moved up to squeeze my inner thigh.

"I can be responsible for you," he murmured into my ear before kissing softly at my neck. He paused momentarily as if anticipating something.

However, my paranoid mind grew paranoid that he had noticed something wrong with my stomach now he was pressing on me. "Will-"

I turned my head to silence him with a kiss. I felt his lips curve into a smile before he gently nibbled on my bottom lip whilst squeezing my ass.

His hand rose up my jumper, tickling my spine then pulling the shorts and knickers down to my knees. Instead of continuing to undress me his hand rose again, cupping my ass. His hand then moved to slide between my legs, brushing at my folds. A finger slid into my entrance as his tongue dove into my mouth with my gasp.

"Noah," I groaned, trying to wriggle away from the hand driving me insane, "w-wait."

He chuckled, looking down at me with a wolfish grin. I wondered if I was wearing a red hood.

"Are you going to tell me you don't want it when you're already this dripping wet?" He teased, his abyss-like eyes swallowing me whole as I flushed in embarrassment shaking my head in denial.

He rolled me suddenly onto my stomach, pushing me facedown as he lifted me by the hips. The jumper slid exposing my stomach and breasts making me panic.

"Ah, I know, you're worried about protection," he mused, whilst unfastening his pants. I felt very much like a deer caught in headlights. It both terrified and excited me, the indecisiveness driving me unable to move an inch to commit either way.

"Don't bother with those pills in the future, they're bad for your body." He paused, looking surprisingly bitter as he continued, "I'll use a condom since the last thing we want's a fucking kid now."

I scoffed, wasn't he the one so annoyed at the negative test? What would he do if this was his child?

I twisted to face him, wanting to scold him. Instead, I blinked helplessly, watching him raise a condom packet to tear open with his mouth, leaving me to silently curse his foul, sexy mouth for his words. Feeling conscious of his smug gaze I stared into space so that his face wouldn't dominate my thoughts.

Was I really doing this? Is this even safe for the baby? Shit, what if he realizes during? Is it too late to change my mind?

"What are you thinking so hard about that you can't even pay attention to me?" He asked with a humm as he leaned over my back, his erect cock pressing into my back as he spoke into my ear. It was as if he knew that it was the most ticklish spot on this body.

I wanted to answer, but when I moved my mouth no words came out and the only sound I could hear was that of my own wildly, beating heart.

I wriggled trying to get him off me, but between his original fitness and the strength of the virus in him, there was no way I could get him off. Still, I had to show him my displeasure somehow, since I was stuck with a malfunctioning mouth.

His fingertips brushed against my bare lower back, as I lay flat against the bed, with thighs pressed firmly together under him, asking myself over and over why I was still resisting.

"Fuck," I cursed into the bed before turning my head to peer back at his amused, sly smile. His fingertips moved between my legs prying them apart enough to slide his hand to my core. A finger curved to press deep at my g-spot, to just stay still.

"Do you want it, Hannah?" He asked teasingly as his finger twitched making me jump at the sudden sensation.

"N-Noah," I blushed, just what had gotten over him? He was not like this with Hannah before, nor with me in the hunting store.

He slipped in a second finger, pressing harder into me curling to tease at my g-spot perfectly, my thoughts became incomprehensible as I tried to stop myself from coming so easily to his touch.

Yet he could tell just how excited my body was as if he'd watched it writhe beneath his touch many times before. It reminded me of the weird dreams I'd had, watching a miserable future with this man.

"Stop," I shouted out, all my muscles going tense. I grew more and more convinced it really was not just a dream.