Noah and I slipped into a routine. I'd wait for him in the lounge room while he got ready for class and he used me before he left. Noah destroyed my mouth a second time in the afternoon or before bed, depending on how horny he was. It was only my mouth he wanted. Even though my cock ached for his touch again, I didn't ask, still too scared that I would scare him away. The memory of his rough, firm hold made my hand feel useless. It had been three days of continuous use when Noah surprised me. I finished class around lunchtime, and I was going to chill in my room until my lectures in the afternoon. When I opened the door, Noah turned around in the kitchen. He had a towel slung over his shoulder.
"Hey buddy, you want lunch?" He nudged a paper bag resting on the counter. "I picked up double, in case you were hungry."
As if on cue, my stomach growled, and I collapsed into the chair and opened up the sandwich Noah bought me. He shoved the last corner of bread in his mouth and his pink tongue poked out to collect a stray drop of sauce.
"Thanks Noah, how're the exams going?"
He chucked a balled-up napkin to the side and hit me with a smug grin that made my knees watery.
"Acing them. Sandy is on a rampage, trying to work out my secret weapon. She went off on Tansy yesterday outside building C, convinced she's hooking up with me on in secret. If only she knew."
Sandy's edict to the girls in college had stopped him from receiving any overt offers, but his phone still vibrated constantly whenever he was home. I'm sure more than one of them were from other girls. But as far as I knew, he hadn't taken them up on it. That made my chest fill with inexplicable warmth.
"Did Tansy hit on you?" I couldn't stop my curious tongue. Noah leaned back in his chair, his shirt inched up to reveal a sliver of his muscular stomach. What I would give to run my tongue along the grooves and taste his sweat.
"Absolutely, but I'm not stupid. Any girl I hook up with will go running straight to Sandy, and I don't need the hassle. She'll stop being stubborn soon enough and go back to giving me what I want. No strings this time. I'm not in a hurry, not with your mouth on tap." I tingled all over at his easy praise.
I finished my sandwich and wiped my mouth down.
"I saw you with someone at the cafe yesterday. Were you on a date?" Noah's chair creaked as he leaned forward, the mirth gone from his expression. I fidgeted in my seat, unused to the sharpness of his stare.
"No. Uh, that was Zane. He's a guy I'm doing a project with. We were just meeting to work out who was doing what, set up a time we can get together to knock it out."
Noah stood up, and I salivated, muscles thrumming with need. I knew what was coming next, even if it was a little early. It was like Noah tied my body to his with a string and every movement he made caused it to tighten. Taut with hungry desire.
"You can always meet here. It doesn't bother me." Noah shrugged, taking his plate over to the sink. He rinsed it off, dried it and tucked it away, coming back for mine. My muscles ached with tension. The conversation was friendly, but unexpected. Not that we hadn't spoken before. But Noah and I were past that. I kept waiting for him to fist his fingers through my hair and drive me to my knees.
To call me baby and coat my mouth with cum.
My shoulders curled in when all he did was wash my plate off and dry it. He flipped the towel on the bench and gave me a sharp look. Like he was waiting for an answer about Zane.
"Well, he has a single room, so I figured his would be better. If we don't go to the library, that is."
Noah's back stiffened and he put my plate away, a little rougher than I expected. I jumped at the crack the plate made and the stony expression he wore when he turned around.
"I think it'd be best if you studied here, don't you?"
It didn't really matter at all, but it seemed like Noah had a strong opinion about it, so I nodded and muttered.
"Sure, we can study here."
Noah's shoulders relaxed and a sheepish smile played with his lips.
"I have a confession. I've been a little naughty."
He clasped his hands behind his back and rocked his feet like a child about to get scolded. It was so damn adorable from the 6-foot 5 muscular dream. I waved a hand at him to go on.
"I thought you'd be here when I got back and I got a little bored while I was waiting. So, I did a little laundry and even put some of your clothes away for you."
The back of my neck prickled as his smile widened. There was only one thing he could have found that would make him seem so pleased. Something I tucked in my underwear drawer. I banged my knee as I hurriedly stood from the table and went to my room. My heart pounded against my chest. My underwear drawer was still open; he hadn't even closed it.
"Noah, what the fuck?" I spun on my heel and slammed into his hard chest. I lost my balance and faltered, my ass landing on the bed. My dildo was gone. "You've got no right to go through my stuff. Where did you put it?"
Noah's eye widened, like my vehemence surprised him. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"I put it somewhere safe. It's not like I was searching for it on purpose. I thought I was doing something kind for you with the laundry, since you've been doing something so nice for me. But I apologize for snooping. It's a character fault of mine. I have questions though, because how does it fit? Sandy has this one that vibrates with little bunny ears. It's wild."
"Did you go through her stuff, too?" My cheeks were raging with heat, and Noah walked over to put his hands on my shoulders. The touch was firm, his thumbs massaging the skin.
