Can't Keep Hands Off

Noah's pov

What the hell!

I've never seen this much collection of sports cars and SUVs like this. Is her father low-key a rapper or football player?

" He's in tech. "

B said calmly after we had caught our breaths. Looking at B at that moment got me thinking, what the hell do I think I'm doing here?

She's beautiful with lenses off and her curly thick hair playing in the wind. Beautiful big sparkly eyes, flawless face, and skin, even under those buggy clothes of hers.

Today she had a Gucci t-shirt, voluminous shorts, and some flat slippers fitting her perfectly.

Adding to her rich family and lifestyle, I had nothing to offer from the start. That hurt, because I like how B makes me feel, even when she makes me fear.

If I become a stallion, jump on top of every freshman girl I can get, and prove to fuck like a rabbit I'll never match her.

Why not rip off the band-aid before we hurt each other more? I have to accept my fate, that we were never a match. My lust and her big heart are what's binding us together, but up to when?

We need more than that, we need to have real feelings, I want something real. She teases me making me think we are going towards something only to realize this ship is stranded.

Maybe one day I'll be a tenth rich as his family, or at least able to give simple things to her. But I'll never afford one piece of clothing on her body with a whole month's salary.

We are not a match, she warned me to stay away, but I went on and forced it. This works only if it's a fairytale, those which happen in movies.

We never were, and that's the reality.

My concerned eyes looked at her for the last time, taking in the details of her glittering hair, naturally curved eyebrows, beautiful eyes staring back at me, small nose, and those lips which pulled my head towards her for a kiss.

Arms forced against the Tesla, everything to me felt like the moment to kiss her. But she had just stopped me, it's pathetic to think I'll ever feel her taste on my lips.

"You think too much", B said, getting me out of my head. I gave her a reassuring glance. She's never shy to face me, and I'm working on how to not blush from her eyes. She makes me blush almost every time.

"I'm just tired from running down the stairs, you're good."

She accepted the compliment with a smile. "I know, I can pump your sugars up again."

B jokes at the wrong times, "How?"

A devious smile on her face made me believe she wasn't talking about what I thought it to be. "Energy drinks."

Of course, she wasn't, " someone thought of something more delicious, but perhaps you don't like sugar yourself."

I made B smile revealing her white teeth, she makes me forget the truth that we aren't compatible. I bet our zodiac signs tell the same story.

She hit back, "I've got the sugar, come and get it."

B bit her lip temptingly turning me into a lustful predator once more. She stretched her land for me to grab before running around the parking garage towards the ground floor and then to the kitchen.

I didn't catch up with her, my legs are weary from riding daily. The only thing we ride back home is horses.

She opened the full refrigerator and then pulled out a Red Bull for herself and one for me, the drink is growing on me. I'm departing from fruity drinks slowly.

B took her first sip slowly staring at me, she swallowed and then licked her lips making me bend to her will.

"Match it", she said taking more sips. How could I?

I eyed her as she took more sips romanticizing every drop of her drink. She terrified me when she asked, "Do you want a taste?"

I nodded approaching as she slipped once more, this time spilling some on her lips. She pointed to her lips. The thought of it made me hard and caused my blood pressure to peak.

I know what I said, we were never going to be anything. This ship is stranded blah blah blah, but every time she does something sexual I'm under her spell once more.

Craving the taste, I placed my drink on the surface we were standing against before wrapping my arms around her.

B raised her arms to let mine in then laid them on top. We never broke eye contact, this thing to us works like Earth's rotation, naturally.

Hesitant, I exhaled the anxieties off my body before I tasted her delicious lips. B's body stiffened from the collusion as I carefully sucked the sweet drink off her lips.

B never gave me a signal to continue, she closed her lips every time I tried getting in there.

I can kiss her lips all day, but I was lustful, wanting it all. The taste made me want more of her lips, tongue and explore her mouth.

She told her lips from mine after some time then sipped on her drink once more. She kept eye contact seeing the beast in me as I saw the beautiful angel in her.

Swallowing some she left some in her mouth then gently pushed my head towards hers.

My body was bursting into flames, wanting to have it all. Obsessing over this, I kissed her sweet lips gently as she held back on letting me in.

With my hands around her, I brought our bodies together, making her gasp and letting me in unwillingly.

I tasted the drink in her, it was more delicious than when I had it from the bottle. My tongue and lips wanted more, as I lustfully drank all the drops off her.

The beast inside me was alive, I wanted more than kissed, it was now in control forgetting all the rules she had set.

With a swift move, I held her body around the waist and raised her off the ground. B instinctively held my body.

When I seated her over the kitchen counter, I knocked the bowl of fruits we had collected earlier to the side.

Resuming, I kissed the air out of her as my hands started moving against her back, to her hair which made her almost let out a moan. B was holding it in, almost as if wanting to prove I wasn't ready to make her moan.

Up for the challenge, I held her neck making her take Ina gulp of air.

With lips locked, I moved my hands slowly against her t-shirt feeling the soft skin on my palms and turning me on more.

When I jumped from back to front of her neck, she pulled my shirt closer to her. I progressed to her cleavage feeling the hot body above that t-shirt until I had had a choice to make between her left and right.

Her breathing was to the top but there wasn't a sound coming out of that mouth, making me think I wasn't up to the task.

Moving my left hand towards her left boob, I felt her hold on my neck. I said fuck it and cupped her, which made her let out a sweet moan that brought my ecstasy up.

Over bra, over Gucci t-shirt my hand applied the pressure making her moan once again.

My hand was burning and my body was setting the highest scores of heat as I solved the mystery of how big her bust was.

I never would have thought that under all those layers of clothes, B had that voluminous chest. It made me let out an unintended moan which frightened me.

I wanted to feel her chest more, caress it until my hand melted away from the heat, and set her on fire with myself. But, I had already done too much, she had said from time that she never wanted a soft man like me.

With the last taste of her lips and final press on her chest, I tore myself from her making a difficult decision for both of us before I hurt her I had already done

Her lit eyes stared at me, as I left her inviting body feeling the urge to get back in there and rip those clothes off her body.

I stormed out of the kitchen to the front yard where I thought about all the ways I wasn't enough for her. And all the times she has warned me that I was not enough for I'll never match her, it's stupid to try.

Cora's pov

He made me tired from running, got me excited then left me on the kitchen counter still high. Do I want more of him?

Why didn't I stop him from getting that close to me? Why did I let him kiss my lips from time to time and let him run those attentive palms all over my back, hair, and neck?

I should never let him touch my chest, but why didn't I stop him? Why did I let him feel my chest again and again?

I broke my own rules, why did I moan when he touched me like that? Could I have stopped it?

He got me excited, I wanted Him.

Why didn't he let the moment take us away? It's wrong, but why did I want him to go through with it? Am I giving in to the lust and breaking my own rules for him?

I am not a girly type, but why do I feel like a girl right now? Why have tears lingering in my eyes ready to fall?

Girls like me don't cry, I can't do that.

I'm hurt.

He did what I said, he let it go as I had asked him before. I don't like him, I don't care if he wanted to kiss me or fuck me. Why do I feel hurt though?

I put on a brave face before walking out to meet him, he is surely older than his years. This is not how teenagers act, he has a brain.

"You are a naughty boy, Noah. What will I do with you?"

I am not one to joke around, but I know how to take my stand. If he didn't stop it I would have stopped him.

His sorry eyes still turn me on thinking about what I let him do to you minutes ago. He said," I'm sorry I can't help when around you, there's something about you… "

" My word still stands, I'm not what you are looking for Noah. And you, you are not what I would be looking for."

I stopped him before he said something we both can't get past.

He was hurt, his eyes said it all. I didn't mean to hurt him like that, but what can I do?

When I think of Noah, I see him sad but brave enough to walk away with his head high. That was weeks ago before this semester, glad I don't have to see him ever again.