What's Your Name?

I want B right now, not just to touch her, I want to feel our bodies together. Here's my chance to do what I had been fantasizing about since I discovered she was attractive. To be honest, since that night I discovered she is a junior.

Taking my hand off her made B let out a sigh as if she had wished for it to stop.

But, it is too late already, she has given me a safety pass and I am going to make sure it's well spent.

Bringing my face close to B's, I had my elbow down on the couch holding up my weight while my knees gave needed support.

Her legs were between mine, and I didn't feel as vulnerable as I should have been.

B's face was red even under the shadow of my body on top. The filter made her look golden, and I couldn't have loved her more.

With my right hand, I touched her thick hair, feeling the softness, I went down a bit to her ear.

Her sparkly eyes stared up at me like I was her god, and to that moment I believed I was. I took the liberty to explore her down to the inexistent cheekbone, and the slender neck, and finally, I set my hands on her collarbone.

Every moan, sigh, and gulp I get from B must be hard-earned. She started breathing funny once more, my efforts were paying off.

Running my fingers over her cleavage made B sigh, but I didn't dare feel her boobs. I let way through the hot soft body to her belly button. From there I had to tread carefully, as she let out something.

Our eyes were still locked, her gaze burning me and making my mind run wild thinking about what she must be thinking.

When my wandering fingers reached her groin and as her skin felt soft under my touch, B reached out to grab my hand.

She held onto it tight before trying to pull it away.

Not ready to let go, I lowered my face and smashed my lips on hers. She had her eyes closed, and on feeling my taste on her lips she shivered.

Kissing her felt like heaven, and I kept trying to get inside her mouth as I had unsuccessfully tried getting in her pants.

On both grounds, B fought well. She didn't let me touch her further down and I could only taste her lips.

Changing tactics, I lowered my body to meet hers, how I hated that I had my denim on. My jacket prevented my body from being the first thing to hit hers.

No matter what, tonight I had to hear her moan and change her mind on letting me in. Recommended music Elley Duhé _ Pieces

Cora's pov

My body is burning, I want to say no to everything Noah is doing right now but my mouth is all covered in his.

This body once followed my instructions, but now all it's doing is singing Noah's name and responding to his touch.

I don't want to give him control of my body like that. I am always in control, I'm the narcissist here not him.

Ice-cold buttons from his jacket made my body jump, I was too high on him that it felt like pinching. I felt that cold electricity traveling through my hot body like lightning.

Without hesitation, I eased my grip on his hand and let him explore my mouth. His tasted like coffee, and even though I'm not a fan right now I wanted more of his coffee taste.

My lips trembled with the slightest feeling of his finger between my thighs.

By then, I unconsciously held his hand against the very tip of my crotch so hard that my whole body started shaking vigorously.

With his lips on me, I bit him so hard that he lowered his body to be against me without moving his hand an inch.

I was in my heaven, one more touch or movement from his fingers and I would moan, something I wasn't sure I wanted to do, even subconsciously.

Feeling pressure all over my chest, more electricity hit every nerve in me which weakened my grip on his hand.

Now free, he let his fingers fully hover over my crotch as I held my ground in any sound. My breathing was to the roof, and everything in me asked me to surrender to his will. But how could I let him know how he was making me feel?

I talked to him about how hard I was to get excited, how harder he had to try to even make me gasp, and the impossibility of his attempts to make me moan.

The screaming part was out of bounce, how could a freshman make me scream? He's just a child in a grown man's body, and inexperienced.

When he touched me like that, I forgot the ally rule and concentrated only on keeping quiet, not giving him the satisfaction of breaking me.

But, he knew his way around my body. I felt his fingers over my pants linger and make slow calculated circles which my body couldn't take anymore.

When he applied a little bit of pressure, I burst out in moans letting out everything I had been keeping secret.

As if he had gotten the response he was waiting for, he increased friction to another level I couldn't compete with.

He let my lips be as he lowered his face towards my left ear then breathed out, "What's your name?"

His seductive voice made my body stiffen.

My name? Why is he asking for my name right now? From what I have seen men ask for their names to be called out, or to be given sexier names of their choosing.

He knows me, of course, he knows my name.

My mind had no brain capability to think my way through, I had so much I wanted to weigh before talking.

But his spell was already on me, his fingers made my body roll and try to break free

Unable to hold it in any longer, I moaned softly and then spit out the truth. "I'm B"

"You lie, your real name."

Catching me on a lie, he asked for a second time. Now he wanted to know my government name, how could I tell that to a total stranger? Everyone who knows me calls me B, all thanks to Cate.

He stopped everything.

From what I know, you can't move from zero to a hundred or vice versa, you have to break it up into tiny steps.

But he didn't, one minute I was high on him and my body was all wet and longing and the next his fingers were no longer on me.

I felt the frustration and wanted to swear. He should have known better than to leave me like this.

Here was my chance to tell him no and get over his spell, a chance to stay true to my word and not give him control.

At that moment, I would have told him to get off me and more. But why was my body still wanting him to continue?

It was seconds, probably less than ten, but to me, it felt like years as he asked me, "What's your real name?"

I knew it, if I didn't give him an answer he would leave me in that state of desperation and dissatisfaction, but leave me with dignity.

But the frustration made me say, "Cora."

After hearing the word, he resumed and got me back to the highs in seconds. I wanted him so much that I shared my name, something I had tried to keep mysterious until forever.

Now, it feels like we are more than acquainted, it feels like we are in some kind of relationship. Why was I so dumb?

I have never let anyone break me, what was wrong with me?

As a token of appreciation, Noah moved his fingers further down between my thighs so that he could feel more than I had ever imagined letting him feel

I could have stopped him at any point, but my hands were too heavy, my mouth mute and my brains out from his ecstasy.

When he added pressure once more, I felt that sweet agony creeping, and as much as I had mentally shielded my body from that, I couldn't help letting go.

With loud moans, I reached the climax both hands forcing his body down against mine hard.

He continued aggressively until I let out unintended scream, he collapsed on top of me.

The feeling lasted long, and his body on top of me got lighter by the second. Reluctantly getting off the high, I opened my once-closed eyes and saw him right in front of me. He was now sitting next to me with his body over mine shadowing the bright light.

My eyes held gratitude and appreciation rather than the anger and shame I thought I needed.

His were dark brown, unreadable, and very much in the moment. I felt like getting up and kissing him, to let him know how much I enjoyed it, but my body was too weak. Instead, I touched his face and then closed my eyes. I know now it's going to be awkward, he will be looking at me and thinking about the moans I made under his spell, and I sure will cherish this night.

When I opened my eyes again, his were still on me making me blush to a burning red now that I was already red.

Staring right inside me, he greeted me.

"Hi Cora, nice to meet you."

I wanted to reply, but his soft kiss on my lips shut me up again and again. When I had a chance to talk, he just picked up his Realme phone and walked himself out.

That's when I knew, it was the real Him I was dealing with tonight.