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I felt my heartbeat quicken with every inch he got closer to me.

His fingers creeped up my thigh, slowly. I breathed out in anticipation.

"What do you guys want for desert?" My mother turned to us, her eyes wide and happy.

"Uh-" I inhaled sharply and bit my lip hard.

"You know what, our treat! It's a surprise." My mother laughed and turned away, not noticing how flustered and red my face was.

"Wait stop." I grabbed his wrist before his fingers could completely enter me.

"I'm gonna make a mess." I whispered up at him, still biting my lip ferociously.

"We have napkins." He said back to me, his eyes darting to the pieces of cloth on the table.

"Noah, are you crazy? And in a dress that isn't even mine." I sighed, rethinking everything. This was 100% not the time or place for that, no matter how badly I wanted it. No matter how much I ached-

I kept my grip on his wandering hand, secretly wanting to let him do whatever he wanted in front of my loving parents.

My innocent mother and my prideful father. What a trainwreck this would be if they just looked under the table cloth and saw his hand up my dress. I think they would kill him. Kill him then sharpen his bones and stab me with them for being disobedient and not controlling my hormones.

I felt unsatisfied, uncomfortable. No matter how many positions I readjusted myself in, I just couldn't fight the feeling. Noah was the only thing that could make me feel better right now, I needed him.

I avoided eye contact with him, knowing one look would make me give in. Fuck. I need to leave.

"Hey, I'm going to the restroom I have a headache, I'll be back." I awkwardly smiled at my mom and stood up, making sure to cover the bottom.

"Are you okay? We can leave if you want." My mother said, worry obvious in her expression.

"Uh, no. I-I just need to splash some water on my face. I'll be fine." I quickly walked away, feeling bad for lying.

I just need a few minutes to think.

I opened the door and walked in the restroom, making sure no one was in the stalls. I looked at the back of my dress for a wet spot, it was barely visible. I exhaled, gripping the edges of the marble counter.

I carefully patted some water on my face, making sure my eyes didn't run. Hopefully the feeling would go away. It was so annoying

I sat there, in peace, until I decided I should go back out there again.

When I walked out I bumped into Noah's tall, lean figure that was walking in.

"Were you about to walk in?" I questioned him, re-gaining my balance.

"Yeah. Your mom gave me a pill to give you." He handed me a small white pill for headaches my mother always had in her purse.

"Thanks." I thinly smiled, clenching it in my hand. I couldn't take it, I didn't actually have a headache. My mom always said taking pills when nothing's wrong can make you sick.

"You don't have a headache." Noah said after I just stood there with the pill in my sweaty hand.

"N-no. I don't." I admitted awkwardly. I figured he would have laughed but instead he just looked down at me, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Alright, go inside." He went inside the janitors closet, which was conveniently right next to us, and took out a wet floor sign. He pushed me inside the restroom and placed the sign right outside the door, blocking anyone from coming in.

"What are you doing?" I questioned him as he locked the door and approached me, shoving me against the counter.

"Tell me to stop." He got closer, trapping me with his arms against the cold counter.

I looked at him in the eyes, not daring to look away.

I bit my lip, wanting to just let him fuck me already. We both wanted it, at least now we had privacy.

I smashed my lips onto his impatiently, hopping on the counter and letting him stand between my legs.

I breathed heavily as his hand went up my dress, pinching the sensitive skin on my inner thigh.

I rhythmically grinded my hips against his, moaning softly against his lips.

His other hand wrapped around my neck, gripping it as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I giggled breathlessly as he slipped off my wet panties and set them aside, letting his fingers go deeply inside me.

I wanted to moan out loud, but I had to remember we were in public. Any noise would attract people and then what? My mother and father would find out and disown me. I bit my tongue and clenched my eyes shut.

"I want you." I grabbed his wrist before I could finish and stopped him.

"Are you sure?" He looked down at me, his hair now messy and falling over his forehead. His eyes were dark, filled with lust.

"Yes. I'm sure." I looked down at his bulge, begging to be let out. I bit my lip, pleading him with my eyes.

He pulled me closer to him, his hand still tightly wrapped around my neck.

I gasped loudly as I felt his length inside me. I shut my eyes, Moving my hips in rhythm with his.

It was quite painful, but in a good way. I guess that means every other man I had been with has a small dick. I didn't know how good it felt to be opened up more.

I couldn't imagine how good it felt for Noah, exploring uncharted territory.

He laid me down, my back against the counter. He leaned over me, his face right next to mine.

I dug my nails into his back. If my nails were sharper, it would probably tear the fabric.

I squirmed underneath him, trying my best not to make any noise at all.

I heard soft grunts coming out of his mouth, just making me want to scream as loud as I could.

"Noah." I whined, feeling my legs start to shake.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. It almost physically hurt me to keep in my moans.

"Noah!" I screamed out loud, arching my back off the counter. I began to moan but was cut off by Noah's forearm in my mouth.

This was familiar.

I bit down on his arm, re opening the healing scars I had left the last time.

He went faster, harder, making my eyes water. I moaned into his skin, practically high off the immense pleasure.

"Fuck." He groaned in my ear, and that was my breaking point. I let myself go, and I felt him pull out.

I felt relief as I finally came, after not being able to twice already.

I panted heavily as he towered over me, strands of hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. He ran his hand through his hair.

"You didn't have to pull out," I told him through deep breaths.

"I'm on the pill." I ran my hand across my forehead, wiping sweat.

"Now I know." He smirked and rolled his eyes at me.

"Damn, I should get you declawed." He took off his shirt and saw I left marks all over his back.

I laughed breathlessly, sitting up.

We cleaned ourselves up, quickly, before my mother came looking for us. I hoped we took a reasonable amount of time.

"Noah my neck." My eyes widened as I saw red marks all over my neck that weren't there before.

"If you don't draw attention to it, they won't notice." He traced his fingers over the red bruising.

That was when I noticed my bite marks on his arm, looking worse than before.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." I winced as I softly tapped it with my finger.

"It was this or something worse from your dad." He smirked and walked away. He was right, we were so close to getting caught because I was being so fucking loud. I mentally cursed myself, at least it was a love mark. He would have this memory imprinted in his skin for a long time.

"You go out first." Noah said, running cold water over his arm.

"Why?" I smoothed out my dress and wiped my under eyes.

"So it doesn't look like we just fucked." He replied, patting a paper towel over the bite mark.

"Wow. Okay." I exhaled and high fived him as I walked out the restroom.

I kept my head down, trying to hide my neck from the people watching me.

"What on earth took you so long?" My mom asked me as I sat down.

"Uh," I started, searching my head for any excuse.

"I choked on the pill, and had to recover from that. It hurt my throat..." I awkwardly laughed, looking at my dad, who was not amused at all.

"Where's that Noah kid?" He asked.

"Fixing his hair in the restroom." I croaked, running my hand nervously through the tips of my hair.

Noah suddenly walked up, his hair messily resting atop his head. He smiled as he sat next to me, hiding his arm under the table.

"You didn't even fix your fucking hair." I whispered at him through my teeth, smiling up at him.

He raked his hand through his hair, shrugging at me and smirking slightly so only I could see it.

"Well, they're about to bring desert!" My mother grinned at us as my dad glared at Noah.

I noticed my leg shaking rapidly under the table, I never knew that could actually happen. I thought it was just a myth since it never happened to me.

It looked like I had to go pee or something, I tried to stop it but I couldn't.

"Sweetie are you okay?" My mother looked under the table and noticed my shaking legs.

"Yeah, its just an anxiety thing. It'll go away soon." I laughed and crossed my legs.

Noah snickered at me, hiding his smile behind his arm.

"What happened there bud?" My dad pointed out the bite mark, making both Noah and I widen our eyes.

"It's a dog bite." He blurted out, rubbing his other hand over it.

"I didn't notice it earlier." My mom said, shrugging.

"Well, it's been there." I smiled innocently at them. I can't believe they haven't caught on yet.

The test of the night flew past us. My father and Noah got along fairly well, occasionally giving eachother glares and weird looks. My mom noticed but said it was just 'dad being dad.'

"Bye mom, bye dad! Call me tomorrow." I waved goodbye as we went to our separate cars.

"Hey Melanie." Noah said as he started the car.

"What?"

"Your dad is fucking terrifying."

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