Apartment 311

Ch | 54

Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich

Chapter Fifty-four: "What an egg-cellent day"

"-What's Maryland like?" I asked Noah, my head on his chest as we laid up in my bed.

I'd almost fallen asleep after leaving the bonfire at Rick's because I got high with Paris, but Noah banging on my door woke me right up. And I'm glad he didn't leave me hanging because cuddling with him was perfect.

We didn't bother watching any tv, our source of light and sound came from the cracked balcony door. The night life ambience was actually pretty soothing and effective for deep sleeping. I remembered the days of listening to ocean and rainforest sounds on YouTube to fall asleep.

I ran my cold feet along Noah's shin and kissed his nipple then put my chin on my hand that rested on his chest and looked up at him.

"It's not like here," he said in his sleepy voice, "but I don't miss it too much. I'm glad I grew up there instead of here, though. What about Texas, what's it like?"

"Big as they say. It's really conservative, especially where I was raised. I love the weather, some of the people, and everything I got to do there, but I think LA has my heart," I cooed.

"Teach me something in your language," he said, bringing my body over his lap and gripped my hips. I subtly grinded against him and found pleasure in a certain spot when I did so. I swallowed and pressed my lips together, finding the strength to stop myself.

"Hmm," I quickly thought of what to say, "Ich heiße Brooklyn. That's German."

"What does that mean?" he asked, sucking in his lower lip.

"My name is Brooklyn. So you would say: Ich heiße Noah. Say it."

"Ich heiße Noah," he repeated pretty well.

I clapped for him. "Good job, babe! Now say-" I immediately sunk into a shell and pressed my lips together when I caught my slip-up.

I'm so damn dumb! Why did I say that? It just slipped out!

Noah smiled and brung me down to his face. He said, "Babe?"

"I didn't mean to say it, I swear," I apologized, feeling my cheeks glow red. "Let's try Spanish?"

Noah's palms rested on my ass and he sunk his nails into my flesh.

"How do you say 'you're so sexy'?" he asked me, emerging from kissing my neck. I held back my moans and smiled against his lips.

"Eres tan sexy," I told him in a whisper.

"Eres tan sexy," Noah repeated, sitting up. He peeled my cami off and slid his hands down my back as I straddled his lap.

He sucked my breast into his mouth and my nipples hardened between his teeth.

"Te quiero tan mala," (I want you so bad) I breathed out as his lips trailed lower. He lied me on my back and found my hands, interlocking our fingers.

It was too much to resist, I missed how he made me feel. Weakened under his touch, I let him remove my satin shorts and he threw them onto the carpet.