Art Of Seduction

Cora's pov

I've had a worse day.

The last thing I wanted to see is Him, after what Cate had told me she was keeping as his secrets.

She said that Noah slept with some freshman girlfriend to a sophomore, which is messed up. I don't care about the girl or the boyfriend, zero fs given.

Noah.

Why should I care if he wanted to sleep with a random girl? The heck, he can sleep with the whole damn class if he wants to. I don't care about that, I gave him reason and permission to.

But, why did I feel hurt when Cate revealed what he had been up to? A part of me hoped she had kept his secret from me, I never asked her for the dirt on him.

She destroyed my night with that, made me act up. And for what? I'm nothing to him, and I don't care about him

. What are we, me and Him? I'm not his girlfriend, I probably never will want to be, and he's nothing to me but a stranger. Why shouldn't I be happy that he finally was living his college dream life?

That was then when I thought I could use my luck to avoid him around the school as I had done that night. When all I was worried about was knowing what he did.

I can see his face, surprised to see me here. That stupid face leads him to conspire in the affair. That deceptive face that looked all pure and gentle hid a beast inside.

If it was any girl, she would have confronted him right there and said how foolish it was for him to include my best friend in a conspiracy to deceive. I didn't hold the respect I had for him anymore. He killed it.

Me being me, I invited him in and gave him a portion of my food even after deceiving me. I didn't ask for much, he should have kept it open and let Cate decide on if to tell or not.

How childish of him.

The revelation of his shady behavior made me furious. I have no clue where the anger and bloody tears came from. I had his face on my mind when I pinched that bag as hard as I could, but it still held the pretty look and charm he used to deceive the poor girl. Out of respect I invited him to my bedroom and gave him a chance to say anything about where he had been and what he was doing. He didn't share shit.

He went on to lie on my rug.

I'm a fool, I was already willing to let him sit on my bed with the countless number of seats he could have used. He's even a bigger fool, he took the floor.

I'm not hurt, not by anything. I am confident enough to face him when he is lying down on the floor. Again, I can't imagine myself lying on the floor like that, for what? Looking at his face, I can't help but wash my grudge away. I was ready to give him another chance to prove he was the man I had taken him to be, honest.

Instead, the bastard chose to ask for a kiss, with those shameless lips that sucked on a freshman girl who probably had kissed ten guys before him. I can't take that on my lips. Why am I even thinking about it, it's a no.

My mouth was hesitant to decline his offer. He had just drunk Red Bull, but so did I. I don't want to have to share his taste with mine.

"Earn it."

What the fuck! Why did I tease him for acting like a teenager?

From his narrowed eyebrows and the way he moved his lips, I think he was ready for the test.

He didn't reply with anything, the moment would have been awkward if it wasn't for him standing back up and softly taking my hand.

The feeling in my stomach begged me to ask him to stop, I don't do that. But how could I say 'no' to nothing? Not like he was grabbing my waist ready to plant a kiss on me.

I let him guide me off the bed. He gestured for me to sit on the floor, there was no way I would do it. My legs shook a bit and to protest I bent down and sat as he had sat before.

He bent his legs to get close to me, hardly taking his lustful eyes off me. I felt more, not knowing what I was supposed to be feeling having him in control.

I let him.

His long hands on my shoulders he carefully laid me back on the rug. The weird feeling wasn't going away, my heart beating faster, and unable to maintain my calm breathing.

I bet he heard my heartbeats.

While on the ground, he laid back on the ground from the other side with his head next to mine, and our right ears against each other.

I let out a lump of anxiety as he said, "Don't think about anything, just be."

My hard mind still thought of everything and nothing at once, how could I have kept up with his play?

When it was all quiet, he turned his face on top of mine. If that was what he felt with my eyes staring at him upside down, then it was unbearable.

He crawled until his lips were above mine and all my eyes could see was his long neck. I saw him swallow hard prompting me to do the same as I clenched my fists Unconsciously, my head was rising to meet him very slowly. I couldn't get it back on the floor, disobeying all the rules of gravity.

With lips ready to lock, I felt a knock on my door disrupting the fate from happening. He was hesitant to respond, I felt like holding his head down as he raided slowly leaving me craving for more. Like I had tasted anything.

My guards ruined the moment and said it was for my safety that they came to check. They had hesitated and did it as a last resort. I'm glad that they are efficient in their job, but couldn't help threatening him never to come upstairs ever, which he couldn't say 'yes ma'am ' to, talked about my safety…

I'd prefer to be hung on strings right now than be kept safe. I don't know what had gotten into me. Is he a bad idea?

"Are you sleeping in?"

The only moment of weakness he had put me on his spell is over, now it's my queue to make him feel the same.

He is damn terrified.

Noah's pov

Damnit the guard, why does she have them anyway? Not like I want to be insensitive but I don't think they should ever walk in the house like that. I hate that guy already. He ruined it.

I was as close as they get to proving to B I am the right person for her, although I cannot meet her standards. I can do things to her, now that I know she feeds off someone's miseries, I want to make her feel how she makes me feel. Although I can't help being scared to touch her.

She let me handle her body, for a while there I was in control, and I loved it. She made my body heat up knowing she had let me touch her shoulders, lower her down on the ground I'm in, and even decide what to do.

Frankly, I had a chance to kiss her and I freaked it. B loved that part so far. Maybe she will still remember it because I will, or maybe we can get to it.

Much for being afraid of her.

Afraid of what she would do if she would follow through or stopped me midway, and afraid that she might hate it.

When she was done with the guard by the corridors, B came back in and met me still on the floor waiting for it to be continued. She read my mind because she asked if I wanted to sleep over. Trying to poke fun.

I would have loved it, what can be more thrilling than spending the night with the love of my life? I nodded in agreement, and she smiled revealing the dimples I so much love.

If it were up to me, I would have trailed kisses on her face, hair, and neck the first chance I got to stay in.

"Where?"

B provoked. I would love to sleep in her bed if that is not asking too much. "There."

Pointed at her bed as I made a bold move to get the kiss I had earned. Approaching her, my body stiffened and my blood flow flooded all the right places.

Her sparkling eyes waited for me, I didn't see it coming when she suddenly put her finger between my lips and shook her head.

The moment had gone just like that.

"Earn it."

She teased. With a body ready for temptations I moved her finger off my face then afraid to touch her waist just slowly pushed her back on the bed.

I failed terribly as she dragged me with herself. I was almost to fall on top of her when I finally got hold of my body midair with elbows on the soft bed and face inches above hers.

A stare into her eyes reassured me to continue what I couldn't help myself doing. "I want to", I said to prepare her.

"What?"

B whispered.

"Do it"

I said vaguely, not wanting to repeat again and again that I wanted to kiss her. She blinked, giving me the signal to do it then or never.

Lowering my lips slowly to meet hers, B laid back waiting for it.

When I felt her burning hot lips on mine I couldn't feel myself anymore, I just let my lips burn on hers as she gasped making a tiny opening.

B tasted divine, I haven't ever kissed lips like hers, not ever. My trembling lips held their shock as I stared right into her dark glowing eyes, now burning hot.

The movement on her lips made me lose control, I don't know if she was in control or something else was, but that wasn't me anymore.

My lips sucked slowly on hers as she held her breath.

I trailed my lips on her lower to upper lip my whole body on fire with boiling blood having its free flow all over my body

Her lips felt soft as feathers and sweet. I would have kissed them all night if she let me. I hardly thought about letting her breathe or for myself breathing.

I bit on her lower lip to gain entrance, which she gave when she gasped to take some air in after almost suffocation.

Tasting her made my mouth water and drip as I tried to keep all her taste to myself almost without giving anything back. Selfish of me.

Unable to hold back, I raised my hand and ran it through her thick hair feeling just how soft it was.

When I let go of her hair and like clockwork touched her neck then collarbone she let out a moan.

As I trailed it down her cleavage, she held my hand stopping any further movement downwards. I felt her heart beating fast and hot as she prevented me from touching her chest.

B's pov

What the fuck am I doing? I let him trick me into letting him on top of me again. I knew when it happened, I would have easily gotten him off me but how could I? I let him try.

He laid back, brought his face so close to me that those brown eyes could see my Soul. His beautiful eyes made me let him try kissing me, I successfully stopped his lips from kissing me.

But, he's persistent, he forced his way to place his lips on mine. That could be stabbed, but my body was numb and unable to move.

My deadbeat brain was just there blank, waiting for the worst to happen, and it happened. He successfully covered my lips with those giant lips.

At first, I felt just how soft and chubby they felt, then I felt how sweet it was. I let him kiss me with my whole body on fire.

Damn does he know how to kiss?

I tasted something divine on my lips as he started moving his lips on mine.

My fists clenched hard on the sheets while my stiff body shook from the pleasure. I didn't mean to moan, I just felt something escape from my mouth and my lips parted, which he used as the opportunity to dig deeper in my mouth giving more of that forbidden taste.

I let his hand touch my hair, and my whole body felt the electricity from the touch. I almost lost it when he trailed his hand to my neck and collarbone. I let out a moan again.

With his hand between my cleavage, although over the light pajama too, I felt shivers all over my body. I had to stop him before he made me lose control anymore.

But, my hand never wanted him to let me go. It kept him in place as my heartbeats quickened and the blood flooded my veins.

I wanted for him to get my hand off his and continue doing what he wanted to, I wanted the same even though I didn't know it yet.

His hand on my cleavage made me wild. If not for a hand holding on the sheets I would have lost it already.

I wanted more, but I still wanted to stop him from getting his way. Which was now my way.

Sadly, he obeyed when my hand stopped his trails, he let go of my cleavage slowly and retreated. That was what I had warned him before, not to follow through with what I wanted.

Why didn't he remember?

I agonized as he jumped off me and tried fixing his clothes.

I didn't know what to say or think, I just let my lustful eyes stare at him as he forced himself to say goodbye. Maybe he thought he had done fine harm, I did want to assure him he had done all that I had wanted all along but couldn't.

My body took time to recover from his ecstasy before I offered to take him out of the house, out of the gate, and to an Uber I asked for him.

The last thing I wanted was for him to not get home in one piece after making my worst day the best it could have ever been.

When he said goodbyes and jumped in the Uber I felt sad and almost like a fan girl. I felt like waving my hand but I had to remind myself that's not like me.

I had already broken more of my rules in one day than I have the whole year.

I brought a boy to my house, to my room, to my bed, kissed him in my bed, and let him drive me crazy like a teenager. This whole situation is not like me, he turned me to this.

I felt sad, I would have preferred if he stayed the night and borrowed some of my brother's clothes for tomorrow.

But I have to let him decide to stay, I don't think it's the best idea anyway.

I'm back in the house alone, that big bed and cold sheets

he would have warmed up for me.

And I need another shower.