How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 36: Punches probably hurt

When we enter my house, my mom's home. She instantly makes a 'sh' noise and tells us to be quiet since my dad's sleeping on the couch.

I'm pretty sure he leaves for work in an hour.

I nod and we go up to my room 'to study'.

I close the door and instantly embrace Austin in a wild kiss. Ten minutes later we're on my bed making out without shirts.

I straddle Austin and rub myself against his dick. I can feel him get harder with every move I make. He turns me on so much.

Austin holds me by my hips, squeezing me lightly as we kiss. I wince when he squeezes a little too hard. It makes me think of Noah which makes me feel disgusted.

Austin pulls away, frowning at me. He looks down to my hips, his eyes focused, but clouded with concern.

I follow his gaze down. Bruises. There too?

"Sam." He says, his voice radiating shock.

"I, uhm." I don't know what to say. Should I just tell him that it was Noah? That would be weird and embarrassing. He'd know I lied when I said it wasn't more than a kiss. It was just a kiss after all.

"Sam, what the hell?" He says.

"Yeah I guess you were a little rough." I lie. God, I'm so stupid. I'm stupid.

Austin gasps. "I did that? Did I grab you so hard? When we were at the club?" He asks me shocked.

"Uhm. I didn't drink a lot of water lately and bruise easily." I tell him.

"Sammy, I did that?" He asks me again.

Fuck, I'm so stupid. Couldn't I come up with a different explanation? I could have fallen weirdly in the shower or something like that.

Austin is the last person I want to feel guilty about that.

"Uhm, no, I mean. Uhm. I like it like that." I say. Gosh, I'm so stupid.

"You like getting bruises?" Austin asks me confused.

"Uhm, no." I tell him. "I like it when we're passionate." I explain. Yes, good word. Thank you, my one loyal brain cell.

Austin looks at my hips again, moving his head around to look at the sides, too. I'm still sitting on his lap while he holds me.

"I'm so fucking sorry. You have to say when I hurt you." He says, looking guilty.

Oh god. What am I doing? Why don't I go ahead and cover him in blood and tell him he killed someone? I'm making him blame himself for something I made up. God. Why am I such an attention seeker?

"Austin, it's alright. It didn't hurt, don't worry." I tell him.

To make matters worse I flinch when he raises hand, probably to just cup my cheek or something.

Austin looks at me wide eyed and pushes me softly off him by my shoulders.

I sit down next to him and then watch him bring distance between us, by climbing back until his back is against the wall.

"I'm sorry. Hey, it's alright." I say in a soothing voice.

Austin then looks at my arm. Yep. The one with the other bruise from Noah.

"I did that, too, right?" He asks me, sounding horrified.

"No, no, no." I say and quickly crawl closer to him. "I bumped into the glass door. I told you." I try to convince him.

"Shit. I was too high. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that." He says, looking at his own hands.

"You- No! Austin, you didn't do this. You didn't hurt me." I say, begging him to believe me.