pretty brown eyes (a 3rd part to 'boyfriends ^^' but it's better grammar!!!)

chapter 10: under the table

  I take a bite of my pizza hesitantly. I'm sitting across from Jordan and.. Parker, and I'm sitting beside Noah. We both got caught about to make out because Jordan didn't knock. I scoot only a little closer to Noah, the silence speaking volumes. 
  "Alright," Parker stands, "this silence is gonna be the second death of me." He picks up the phone god knows who entrusted him with and leaves; no, not out the door—out the window. Off to steal another phone, perhaps? Maybe this time he'll steal a car. Man, I hate that dude, but I can't deny he can be hilarious.
  Anyway, about him leaving out the window, we all shrug it off because we've seen weirder shit, a few snickers going back and fourth as we go back to sitting in awkward, deafening silence.
  Jordan finally speaks up, "When I was out today, I met this girl.." Noah and I immediately look at each other, holding back grins. Not again.
  "She's got ginger, curly and fluffy hair, and she was wearing a white bow in the back when I met her.. and a cute white poofy dress.. and thick black heels.."
  I nod, listening to Jordan with the side of my face resting on my palm as my elbow is on the table; Noah is staring at me, well, my lips, but I'm fine with it because he's probably just wanting to kiss me. She continues, "And we were talking for a few hours. She listens to Taylor Swift and Penelope Scott. They're, like, two totally different artists, but I'm not even complaining because it's cute."
  As she's talking, Noah's hand goes to my thigh under the table, grasping and rubbing back and fourth. My breathing speeds up.
  Jordan, again, keeps going, "And I wanted to know how you guys kinda knew the other liked you? I don't wanna jump to conclusions on her, but she asked for my number."
  Noah and I look at each other, smiling. Noah starts first. "I mean, kind of didn't know until he pushed me off a roof and apologized." His hand moves up.
  "I never apologized," I laugh fakely to hide my shaky voice. I'm crazy nervous right now with that hand placement. Noah's hand rises further, rubbing in between my thighs. I clear my throat, my breathing getting heavier. I put my hand on top of Noah's, squeezing his hand tightly.
  Noah shrugs. "Did you? I don't even remember myself."
  Jordan groans in annoyance, "You two are literally no help."
  "Sorry, Jordan, I don't really.." His voice trails off as he focuses on putting my hand on his lap instead. Right.. where..
  Jordan's phone goes off with an annoying notification, making me flinch like someone said "squirrel" to a dog, and she checks it immediately. "Oh my god, she wants to meet up for dinner!" Jordan stands fast. "The pizza's all yours!" She grabs her wallet and sprints out the door.
  And the second that door slams and locks, I'm pushing my chair back, taking off my stupid beanie, and kneeling in front of Noah. Noah chuckles, backing up a little. We're in too much of an impulsive desired moment to care that I'm practically under the table; too desperate to wait a few more seconds to go to the bedroom. I unbutton his pants, and his hands go into my hair.
  I'm about to suck my boyfriend's dick under a goddamn table because the sexual tension between us has been killing me for too long.
  I look up at him with the classic puppy eyes, watching him look down at me and play with my hair while biting his lower lip and laughing softly. It's so attractive. He's so attractive. I pull his dick out of his boxers and unzipped pants for him, stroking with slight pressure at first. I don't remember the last time I did this. Well, I did, and the last time I did was my first time, if that makes any sense.
  Noah lets out a soft moan and his hand tugs on my hair, as if urging me to go on, making me giggle softly. It makes me want to wait just because he's so desperate. But at the same time, it makes me want to give him exactly what he wants.
  I kiss the tip. He shudders and takes it as an advantage to push my head down—unexpected on my end, but he must've liked watching me gasp and nearly gag on him. I make sure to look up at him, and I place one of my hands on his thigh, the other on the bottom of his shaft as my head slowly bobs up and down.
  He moans again, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, which is really damn hot. His hands play in my hair as I take as much as I can without, again, gagging. I have a terrible gag reflex.
  "I forgot my fucking keys!" the door opens. Noah gasps and I jump, sitting under the table and pulling away with my mouth covered. Noah scoots in, clearing his throat.
  "They're on the counter," Noah says with an urged tone.
  "Thank you," Jordan giggles in excitement. I can't see her, but I can hear her. "Where's Jayden?"
  Noah shakes his head but his words are delayed as hell because he can't think of what to say.   "Bathroom."
  I don't know if she's suspicious or not, but there's a five second silence that makes me almost panic until she says, "I already took my wallet out, didn't I?"
  Thank god.
  I look up at Noah, watching him nod. My hand is still grasping him, too afraid to move at all. Probably not the best for Noah, but I am, like, frozen right now.
  I hear the door close and lock again, and I start to laugh. Noah doesn't.
  "She actually just walked in on us! This is so stupid, Noah!" I whisper, as if we're not alone now.
  "Shhh." Noah's hand moves to my hair once again, grasping and pulling my head back to make me look up at him. My face goes red. "Be a good boy and focus on making me cum," he whispers.
  Holy shit. I nod. Those few words really impacted me, man. I put Noah into my mouth again, but this time, he guides me by my hair, and I let him.
Noah groans, "Fuck, you feel so good." Internally, I'm actually losing it. He's so hot when he's like this. I feel him losing his patience, and he holds me by my hair tighter, thrusting himself into my mouth. I keep my mouth as open as I can, eagerly waiting for him to cum all over my throat. I look up at him, giving him my the deaaadly puppy dog eyes because I know I get him with it. He smiles softly at me, before continuing to fuck my throat, a little more eagerly now.
  "Fuck.. fuck, cmon.. fuck.." His breathing heavies and I don't stop looking into those handsome eyes of his. He bites his lower lip, tilting his head back again and groaning as his body tenses up. I swallow as much as I can.
  He's sitting there on the chair out of breath, his hands still in my hair as I pull off his dick. Noah looks down at me, panting softly as he leans forward, wiping cum off my lips with his thumb.
  Sound familiar?
  I stare up at him, the corners of my mouth forming the faintest smile as he stares back in my eyes. He grabs me by my jaw, sticking his thumb in my mouth and causing me to gasp quietly.
  "Lick it off."
  I listen, licking his cum off his thumb and swallowing it. Noah smiles. "You listen so well." He plays with my hair for a moment before letting go of me and buttoning his pants.