The Kissing Booth: Noah's Story

Chpt. 9

Monday and Friday mornings Elle and I had the same free block, generally intended for study hall. Sometimes we used it to catch up on our respective homework but other times we used it to catch up on our fix for each other.
Friday morning I met her in a typically unused section of shelves. It had become one of our many getaway spots.
I leaned back against the wall, one hand playing with hers and the other trailing lazy circles on her hip. "Will you be at my game after school?" Elle asked, trailing the fingers of her free hand along my chest. "I wouldn't miss it." I answered, sincerely.
She smiled, "I'm a little nervous. They're a really good team." I pulled her hip closer to me and whispered in her ear. "You're better." I assured her. "You're amazing."
I gave her ear a quick nip and feathered kisses down her neck, stopping at each soft spot for a little extra attention. Elle sighed and tipped her head back, giving me better access to her delicate skin.
"I could use a little good luck wish." She whispered, hands roaming up my shoulders and latching behind my neck. "I can give you more than a wish."
"Noah, anyone could come back here and see us." She objected but made no move to stop my hands as they slid under her skirt. I spun her around and pinned her against the wall. She moaned as I squeezed her ass with one hand, coaxing her thighs apart with the other.
"Shh, let me give you some support and encouragement." I insisted, lips still trailing against her collarbone and migrating down to her slightly opened blouse. I placed kisses along the top of each of her breasts before returning to her lips, swallowing her gasps as I slid her panties to the side and entered her with two fingers. She moaned as my thumb found her mound, pressing small circles to it while I drove my fingers in and out of her, setting a maddening pace.
I used my free hand to cover her mouth, effectively stifling her moans as my mouth returned to her neck. Her legs fought between tensing and buckling, her hips angled into my movements and gyrating against me. I could tell she was getting close.
I removed my hand from her mouth and quickly replaced it with my lips, demanding her tongue meet mine. I groped her breast, sliding it up her shirt and under her bra, finding her nipple and gently tweaking it. She moaned into my mouth and I pressed her between my body and the wall to keep her standing as she nearly collapsed from her orgasm.
Our kisses slowed but I refused to end it until I felt her calm down. I fixed her panties after removing myself from her and leaned my forehead against hers. "You're insane." Elle breathed. "Incredible and insane."
She gave me a last quick kiss before pushing me away and attempting fix her clothing. Damn, she was a sight. Face still flushed, skirt bunched high around her waist and her blouse untucked and crooked. She was the incredible one.
"I wouldn't bother with that." I told her as she went to pull her skirt down. She raised her questioning eyes to me and I closed the space between us, feverishly kissing her again. Her hands waisted no time in unbuttoning my pants, pulling them down just enough to free me.
I lifted one of her legs, hooking it around me, and pulled her panties out of the way again. I slid against her and she moaned against my lips. I took the advantage and drove my tongue into her mouth, dancing it with hers. Her hand slid into my pocket where she knew I kept a condom and pulled it out, making quick work of removing the wrapper. I arched my hips back to give her better access and she slid the condom onto me without needing to break our kiss.
She was becoming an expert in everything that we did, and it gave me a deep pleasure that I was the only person who would ever think to expect that of pure Elle Evans.
The second she finished she gripped my shoulders, anchoring herself as I slid into her fast and hard. That was how we needed each other this time.
Our chest molded together as I gripped her ass with both hands, one of her legs strewn over my arm and the other fully extended on the tips of her toes. She buried her face in my neck, biting down just above my collarbone while she covered my mouth with her hand, the other gripping my arm tightly, both of us doing our very best to keep quiet.
I felt her walls pulse against me and it was my undoing. I was sweating slightly and both of us were shaking as we slowly untangled. When we finally caught our breath and fixed ourselves she shook her head at me, unable to contain her grin. "You're wild, Noah Flynn."
"You're breath taking, Elle Evan's."
I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead then pulled her past me, ushering her towards the end of the aisle and smacked her ass as she went by, "Now go kick some ass!"

She did. She kicked some serious ass. Most of the school stuck around to watch the soccer game so no one paid much mind to me screaming and cheering for Elle.
I couldn't keep the smile off my face watching her excel at something she clearly loved doing. A couple times she looked over to give me a giant grin. Her face was flushed and her hair a mess, body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. This had to be my favorite Elle. Whether it was from playing soccer or from one of our rendez-vous, this was passionate Elle and it sparked something within me.
They won the game and I joined the crowd in rushing the field to celebrate. The most I could congratulate her was with a high five over the sea of people, but our hands clasped together for a moment before she was ushered away.
I waited around a little but before I could approach her she was greeted by her dad and little brother. Brad gave me a big smile and a wave, which I returned, and her dad gave me a nod, a hint of curiosity in his gaze, so I decided it would probably be best if I kept a bit of distance.

Though in the long run I'm not sure it mattered much, anyway. That Sunday morning, as usual, our families sat around a restaurant table for our weekly brunch.
These brunches were increasingly difficult. Usually Elle and I would sit either beside or across from each other and it was agonizing not touching each other in some way. Also, trying to keep up the facade of not being as close as we were and bantering as intimately as we typically did was nearly impossible. My lip would feel slightly swollen from biting back comments. And it was nearly impossible to keep my eyes off of her.
Elle struggled just as much as I did and we would call one another after and worry if we were as obvious as we sometimes felt. Generally there were some remarks made by one of our parents about how we seemed to get along so well now but we were almost always able to dismiss it with some kind of joke about Lee abandoning Elle for his new relationship, forcing Elle to branch out of her comfort zone and me to take pity on her being stranded for rides most afternoons.
"So," Elle's Dad started, looking at the two of us sitting side by side, "You two have been spending a fair bit more time together." These comments weren't new but this time felt different, more accusing.
"Oh Dad, you know how it is," Elle tried brushing it off with a pointed sarcastic look at Lee. "You guys seem to be closer than you've ever been." He pressed.
"Well, he gives me a ride home a lot, whenever Lee's busy and Noah's not." Elle shrugged like it was no big deal but her legs tensed beside me. I wondered if anyone would notice me taking her hand, probably.
"I know Mom would be pissed if I left Elle stranded," I chimed in, meeting her eyes rather than Mike's. She had a strange glint in them, like maybe she knew we were making excuses.
"That's right." Mom interjected. "I'm sure you wouldn't be too pleased either, Mike. Really, its Lee we should be giving a hard time here." She turned her smirk to Lee. "You're just lucky that Rachel is such a sweet heart."
Elle and I tried not to audibly sigh our relief. My mom just saved our asses and turned the heat away from us, making me wonder if maybe she knew.
Elle mentioned running into her in a pharmacy one day buying condoms but she was pretty sure my mom didn't notice them, and we were pretty sure they wouldn't have gone undiscussed if she had.
I couldn't help but laugh when Elle told me the story, telling her that's why I had stopped at one so out of the way. She assured me she wouldn't be taking the chance again and it was officially on me to get them since I had transportation.