Chapter eleven || Katie’s POV

This is a bad idea.

This is a bad idea.

This is a bad idea.

Picking me up he drops me down onto the bed falling down with me. Pressing against my chest I gasp as he trails his tongue down my neck.

Trying to push him he doesn't moves continuing to leave marks on my neck. Hitting his face back I kick my leg over him flipping us over, with me landing on his lap.

'...okay whatever you prefer?' he sits up holding me down by my hips surprised.

Rolling my eyes I attempt to get up but he holds me down.

'Let go.' I warn him and he does almost immediately, shocking me.

'There.' He looks at me blankly, 'move if you want and I'll leave you alone,'

Sitting still I don't know what to do. Its not that I see him as a bad guy he just makes bad decisions but this is taking it too far. If I get off him he'll most likely never speak to me again, he'll ghost me like every other girl and if I don't move the same thing will happen. Ghosted and blocked.

'Damon was right about you.' I press my finger against his chest angrily pushing him down onto his back, 'you fuck girls you like then ditch them like it's nothing.'

Not giving me a reaction he watches me as I hit him on the chest. Hitting him again and again he suddenly stops me grabbing my hands, sitting back up.

'You're moving too much.' he threatens me not looking amused. It's not that he didn't want him to punch him, if anything it felt like nothing to him. I'm aware of it.

Clicking in my head I look at him before moving my hips again. Feeling his hands flinch on mine he doesn't stop me only looking down.

'Move if you want...and I'll leave you alone.' I mock him angrily.

I want nothing then to crush him and make him feel smaller. I want to remove any power he feels that he has over me. I'll make him feel as lost and confused as he made me feel.

'Fuck Katie.' He glances up at me not breaking eye contact, grabbing my waist tighter. Applying more pressure on him, I begin to move a little faster. Hearing him groan before moving my mouth to his neck.

He marked me so I'm obviously not going to let him leave untouched. Doubting he'll have anything to cover the hickeys with I leave hickeys down his neck.

I run my fingers through his black hair before pushing us down hearing the bed make a noise. Moving my mouth up from his neck to his jawline I trail up kissing his lips.

Causing his cock swell against me I shut down any reaction to avoid giving him satisfaction. I can almost feel how big he is though his pants. Not that I'm not going to see it anyways.

'What do you want me to do?' I lower my voice pulling away staring at him. 'I'll do anything you ask.'

'Anything?' He asks noticing the huskiness of his voice. The way he sounded always did it for me but right now I need to ignore it.

'No.' I pull back abruptly getting off him.

Confused he sits up looking at me like I've done the worst thing you could possibly do, giving me slight satisfaction. I want him to leave feeling like he wasted his time.

'Katie.' He sounds as angry as I did previously. Most likely upset about me trying to kick him out after putting on a show like that.

'Out.' I stand next to the window pointing at it, 'you might want to speed up and get to your car since it looks like it'll rain-,'

But before I could finish my sentence I hear a voice down the hallway.

'Katie is Noah here? I saw his car parked a few houses down and I can't tell if the neighbors have the same car or not?' Damon yells hearing him climb up the stairs.

Looking away from the door I look back at Noah, both of us looking worried. I rush up to him grabbing his wrist and opening the closet shoving him in.

'No idea!' I yell back trying to sound as natural as I can, 'why are you back so early?'

Running back to my bed I slowly sit down onto it trying to be as silent as possible and opening my laptop just before my bedroom door opens.

Damon walks in going straight to the window looking out both sides. 'You sure? Noah can be a prick sometimes and likes to sneak in to scare the shit out of me uninvited.'

'Does he?' I try to act calm but he looks at me without speaking for what feels like hours.

'What's wrong with you?' He asks curiously, 'you seem out of breath and your hair looks shittier then normal'

'My hair is fine.' I frown as I quickly fix it. It must likely got disheveled after being thrown around by Noah, not that Damon has to know that detail.

'Was Noah...here?' He blinks at me narrowing his eyes at me but I just shake my head. Believing me he finally leaves the room pushing my door more open just to piss me off.

I hear his bedroom door shut before getting off the bed silently, and poking my head out the door to make sure he's really gone inside. Tiptoeing to the closet I open it slowly, Noah stumbles out onto me catching us before staying still and quickly moving away.

Annoyed I point to the window but he keeps his eyes on me. Feeling him kiss me anger boils though my blood as he lifts me up wrapping my legs around his waist.

Gently climbing onto the bed he falls onto it, feeling my back hit the mattress. He finally moves away from me slightly, grinning at me knowing I can't yell at him.

'Are you crazy?' I whisper at him with visible annoyance in my tone and face.

'If I leave now he'll see me.' He looks back at me finding a loophole.

He's not wrong. Damon's window points towards the outside of the house so if he was to sneak out he would spot Noah. Even in a situation in which he didn't see him sneak out he'd hear his car and see him drive away.

'You still have to leave.' I say regardless just not wanting him here, he can walk home if he has to.

'You called me and left voicemails...' He looks at me slowly unbuttoning my shirt bottom up as he speaks so I don't notice, 'over half of them where you begging to see me. Well I'm here now.'

His hand brushes against my stomach alerting me how low he's unbuttoned so I shove his hand away still feeling him pressed against me.

'Please Noah.' He imitates my voice horribly, 'just talk to me...I want you to just be here with me even for five more minutes.'

Face palming his face he laughs quietly as I try to hold in my own. I'm so embarrassed.

'You're an asshole.' I grumble.

'Only for you exclusively.' He smiles as he raises his eyebrows, pinching my exposed stomach.

This is what I missed, I missed this. Fuck, what is up with his change of character. I'm so confused.

'Let me convince you.' His tone changes as I feel his arm lift my leg up and move back slightly keeping my leg up in the sky.

Nevermind. I don't miss this.

'Wait what are you-,' I ask before feeling him move my underwear and shove his middle finger in me with force. Gasping he leans forward again positioning my leg over his shoulder, bending my body. Thankfully I do morning yoga otherwise I would be struggling with my flexibility.

'Noah.' I gasp rolling my head back into the sheets as a warm sensation consumes me.

It's not that I've never been fingered it's just always been my own and even with that, his fingers feel ten times bigger then mine.

His free hand covers my mouth causing me to dart my head back down to him. 'Katie. Your brother will hear you.'

Biting the inside of his palm to prevent any noises he doesn't budge only thrusting his fingers faster. Squirming he makes room for a second one finger, making me feel thankful for his hand blocking my mouth or Damon would've definitely heard me.

'Your skin is so soft.' He mumbles under his breath moving his hand from my mouth and onto my thigh, gripping it tightly. 'You're melting onto my hand.'

My breathing starts to pick up in pace as I feel like I'm getting close. Reaching my hand out I grab his shirt tightly. But before I can climax he moves his fingers out of me.

Looking back at him he licks his fingers before wiping them on his shirt. 'I thought about it and I decided it's best I should leave.'

Blinking at him I move my shirt to cover my exposed body, slightly embarrassed.

'I didn't...' I try to explain before suddenly stopping realizing he had done the same thing I did to him, but to me.

Focusing my face I mask my disappointment poorly knowing if he leaves I'd have to finish off myself and it wouldn't have felt anywhere near as good. My fingers are way smaller than his.

'You look upset?' He whispers sarcastically trying to keep quiet. He leans against the window waiting for me to say something but my ego stops me. He wants me to let him stay.

Getting up I walk over to him standing a few inches from him just looking at him. Reaching my hand to his neck I look at the hickeys I left before turning to the window and opening it.

'Careful on your way out.' I look at him blankly.