His eyes narrowed and he pulled me even tighter to him.  I was all too aware of how my breasts were crushed against his chest, my heaving breaths driving them harder into him.  "Not five minutes ago, you seemed perfectly happy having me here, squirming against me, begging me to get you off."

My face flushed and I glared at him.   "Yeah, and you were all too quick to practically come in your pants like a 13-year-old because of it."

"And I fucking loved it," he growled at me.

"This is all too much.  It's too much," I shook my head, letting the tears fall.  He instantly released me, all his hardness gone and my body immediately wanted it back.
He watched me for a moment before making his decision.  

"I'll leave."

Noah strode into the living room and grabbed his belongings from the recliner next to the couch.   Beth was standing at the opposite end of the room, near the front entryway as if she had been trying to decide whether she should stay or go.  He shouldered by her on his way out the door, not even bothering to put his shoes on.  

She gaped at him as he passed then turned to me with an evil grin on her face.

"Did he just call me a cockblocker?"