What B Wants: Explicit

Noah's pov

I was hurt.

She could see through my layers. She answered my worry, " You know", she tiptoed to the couch and sunk right next to me, "I don't want a boyfriend, I don't want to date.

I don't want someone to take me out to dinners and lift me off the floor later carrying me to bed.

A guy to pick me up in surprises and cause butterflies in my stomach, I don't want that.

I hate Valentine's Day.

Can't stand the sad complexions of weeping exes and tricked ones. Sure don't like for a guy to show up on my door with flowers that will wilt the next day, I can't clean his mess up.

To get a shoulder to cry on? What will I be crying about? That he cheated on me? That he didn't do this or that? That his dog has died? The ridiculous, obvious love drama?

I don't want a lover, Zain.

(She came close enough that I could feel her breath on my neck. Her eyes glowing and as clear as ever.

Pulled away and took a sip of the warm coffee then returned to my side)

I want a selfish dude, one who will not make any effort to show me how much I do or don't matter to him. One who will fuck me and flee without taking a shower in my place. (It frightened me, and I almost ran)

Ew! I hate good boys. (she looked disgusted before she became serious once again. What a threatening face?)

I want a bad boy, one who will get me horny on the sofa and leave without satisfying me. That one, who will give his all in bed when he feels like it.

I don't want to wake up in bed the next morning. I want him to loosen the bolts, I want a man who will break my bed.

Yeah! I want to moan in pleasure, then I want to cry_ a very sweet cry. Fuck! I want to scream.

Don't give me that shy look, it's not pleasing at all. (She threatened me after I reached my limit)

I want to be pounded. Not to be left with a cry, to be made scream. I want that kind of man, who will make me scream like I am being robbed.

Scream as if I have just witnessed a murder. Better, like I have watched a horror movie, seen a ghost…

I want to be choked, to feel his hands on my neck. To take gasps of air. (She put her hand on my thigh lightly making me shiver) To feel hands on my chest.

I don't want hands to be placed on my boobs, I want them to grab me. I want to feel the pressure holding my boobs like they are bugs.

(Her mouth was closer to my neck, inches away. I could feel her warm breath. The voice itself made me break. Sprinting heart, burning body, sweating. I was all kind of aroused and afraid. She was turning into a savage)

I want the nipples to be hardened, then, I want them to be pinched. I want to feel pain, I want that pain to run through my spine and come out in screams.

I want to feel something in my mouth. I want to feel warm lips on mine. Juicy ones like yours. (she looked at my lips making me swallow gulps of lust and terror)

I want the lights on.

I don't want to be fucked in the dark like I'm a ghost. I want to look at his animal face, to stare inside into his eyes. To be frightened by the evil in him.

That's what I want.

To feel a hard dick in me, not a soft embarrassment. I want to feel it as hard as metal. To feel it move fast. Rough one, not toying. To feel him move like a rabbit.

No lovemaking. I want to be fucked out of love. To scream I hate him.

I want that dick to not just move barely over me. I want to feel him inside me. I want every millimeter that can fit inside me. I don't want to be starved.

( I forced my back against the couch trying to run, but she just came closer. Breathing those forbidden words)

I want to make my man cry. I want to hear his voice, not fuck a mute.

Then, I want to come, not just a normal one.

I want to see rainbows, clouds and my body to be all-electric. I want to feel the electricity move from the tip of my hair to the very toenails.

I want to jump, roll, run, but be bound by his body.

Yeah, I want to be fucked.

You just ain't what I need, I need a man, not a boy. No making love.

I want it to remain with me to the grave. I want to think of that night every time I am making love to my husband. To make a bad memory, one that will shame the devil himself.

You're not, Him.

But, (she looked into my lustful but terrified eyes with optimism in hers) that's not a No.

So go, prepare.

Do whatever you want, make love, fuck, do whatever you think will help you get there. Don't force it, just be yourself until that version of you can meet my demands.

Once you feel like you are ready, only when you are a hundred percent sure you can match it. Come and find me".

She put her soft warm lips on mine. Gave a devil's kiss that steered a hurricane in me, she tasted divine. My lips trembling, wanting more. Another touch and I would come.

She took her mug and went back to her seat and went on sipping as if she had done nothing. Played Future's WAIT 4 U and turned to me with a ghostly smirk, "Do you want me to heat your coffee?"

Shook my head

I swallowed it like water, dropped the cup on the table, felt the pain in my pants, and tried to make a brave face.

With a racing heart, flushed face, wide lustful eyes, and sweating body_ I had to go. I flashed my eyes on her. "Staying?"

"No! (Came out aggressive)No", I said, "I mean I'm going"

She glared at me. I was afraid of her, she made me the way I was.

"Fine", She said, stepping out of the sitting room and heading to the kitchen with the cups.

Returning to the sitting area, she found me by the door ready to sprint out…

I hardly glared at her. "Get home safe", she said as if she was talking to a child. It was offensive.

I nodded and opened the door.

You are my purpose. From today I am going to eat, sleep, talk, walk, pee, and dream of you, and someday I'll make you regret calling me a boy. How dare she call me incapable?

****

(Knock)

What? He's back? What the hell…"Oh, you."

"Weird.Who else?"

I hate Cate right now, she brought him up to my door. I should slap the crap out of her.

"Where's he?", Cate whispered, scanning the space her eyes going in the bedroom's direction.

" Drop the act, he's not here. Brought my bag then left, I guess you know that.

Do you want some coffee? "

She made her obvious pretty face, why did I even bother asking?

"Wow! So you do know how to make coffee after all. Is someone learning?"

"Coffee?"

I gave her a devious look, she destroyed my perfect night.

"I'll pass. I want to see you make me coffee."

"Why? It's made"

I should never have made coffee for Noah, but I did it anyway. Too much for following YouTube tutorials, I made excess.

"Then, thanks. I'll pour for myself… YOU! "

Fuck! She knows.

" You're running away from my question. What happened with you and pretty boy? Haven't you forgiven me?

I mean, I'll never take anything edible you give me for a while, but, feel me in.

When you poison me I want to know what I died for, otherwise my spirit will stay in limbo."

" I made him coffee. I was about to take a quick shower, are you staying?"

"You… wow! It's quite sassy, now he thinks that you're wife material.

That shower should have come before coffee. Who knows, he might have joined you there. I don't have to tell you how hot it can get in there."

Didn't respond.

What did I do? Not that I care, but I made a fool of myself making him that coffee.

I can't open my mouth and reply, knowing she will pressure me. I don't want to lie to Cate about what I did or didn't do.

Cate shouted from the kitchen.

" That's pretty messed up, even for you B. You can't show concern to them, they get all braggy and toxic my dear.

Next time just kiss the confusion out of that kid and take him to your bed. Who has time to wash the damn coffeemaker once they're gone?

Learn from the best…me."

Cate knows when to bug me and when to give me space to digest. Only this time there was nothing to digest, and she loved torturing me like this.

I know.

He doesn't like me, he's just being nice. I can't exploit his good heart by sleeping with him as Cate does. Maybe she should add him to the list of her conquests.

But, that didn't stop my heart from beating fast from his confirmation that he would have made love to me. And the weird feeling all around my body.

How could I face him after the horrible things I had said to scare him away? I can't be like a teenager, contradicting myself in the process, I made my choice. I'll learn to live with it.

The class is over anyway, I will never have to see him again. In days he will get over it, these things don't last for a week.

I have been here before, I'll be fine.

"Tell… ", Cate snapped me out of my mind.

Tell what? That I got scared? That I made the most adult choice for both of us? That I think I screwed up? No! Never!

"Wanna binge-watch Fifty Shades Of Grey with me?"

" What's gotten into you tonight, you hate seeing women get hurt. Fuck it, I want to feel something anyway.

Go hit the shower and I'll order snacks, your treat." Cate said, adjusting the seat to lie back.

****

I walked in when the series Cate was watching was doing its thing in the background. Saw Cate staring at me from the corner of her eye. She looked concerned before starting.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you by sending him here like that. But, you should have given him a chance before chasing him out.

When I meet guys like him, I always make my agenda known beforehand. I want to fuck them and move on to the next before it gets complicated.

Bet it already was.

Don't stress about it, pretty guys like him get over it in a minute. Hot girls like you should get over it faster."

I nodded as she walked towards me," you think I'm hot?"

She made a wrong spin, her legs tangled up losing control. I watched as she flew with more gratitude than concern.

Her butt made contact with the floor and I saw the pain she felt written on her face. I laughed uncontrollably. I mean, she deserves it.

" Ouch! Fuck you

B… Aaahhh, my butt", she cried out. I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt.