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

chapter 14: exposed bites, hidden kisses

  We did more than make out in the shower.
"What the hell is that?" Jordan points at me.
  "What?" I ask, brushing my wet hair out of my face. I'm wearing Noah's shirt again with some big shorts. My legs are oddly sore, so I keep squirming and adjusting myself to get comfortable (I fail every time, but I'll let you know that sitting with my knees to my chest was most comfy.)
  "The marks?" she says with attitude. It sounds threatening in a way.
  "What marks?" I ask. Before she can continue, which she's sitting there with her jaw dropped looking like she's about to hurt someone, I pull up my camera on my phone and look at myself. There's bite marks all over my neck. Not only bite marks, but dark-shaded hickeys, too.
  I mumble out a quiet, "Motherfucker," and point the camera downwards, pulling the larger shirt's collar down to find that the mix of marks trail from my neck to my collarbone. I feel like a major idiot for not realizing the marks that Noah definitely left on me.
  Jordan's not looking at my neck, though. She's looking at my legs—my shorts are long, but not long enough to cover the bite marks there, too.
  Yeah. Thigh bite marks.
"Are you kidding me?" Jordan's jaw somehow falls even further and she sits up straight, her arm resting on top of the back of the couch as she turns her head around. "Noah fucking Cassidy!" she yells.
  "Yeah?" Noah steps into the room in confusion, still in the process of putting on a shirt after getting out of the shower. I sigh and sit down, groaning as I hide my face in my hands.
  "Explain," she mutters, gesturing to my very exposed neck, "why my brother has hickeys all over his neck? And bite marks on his thighs?!" Her voice gets louder on the last sentence, and she's obviously being protective.
  "Oh." Noah sounds incredibly calm. I hear him chuckle, like he's proud of himself. "Well, I bit him. That's kinda how lovebites work, yknow."
  "You—" Jordan cuts herself off, causing me to look up from the darkness of my eyes in my palms to find her reason. She's staring at Noah, who also has a few marks on him. (Heads up, don't wear scented lotion if you want your partner to bite you. I can still taste lavender in my mouth.) Jordan sighs, taking a deep, frustrated breath in.
  "You two had sex."
  "Mh-hm." Noah nods.
  "In the shower."
  "Yeah."
  "The only shower in our apartment."
  "Indeed."
  "And I have to shower in that same shower.
  "Indubitably, yes. It'd be very gross if you didn't."
  I cover my face again, and it's mainly because I'm trying not to laugh at these dumbasses.
  I hear Jordan stand up and throw something, looking up immediately. She threw her shoe. She threw her goddamn shoe at my boyfriend.
  "Shit!" Noah sucks his teeth. "Come on, dude, those things hurt."
  "I'm gonna throw a knife at you next if you don't get the fuck away!"
  "Okay! Okay!" Noah backs up. A grin grows on his face, a kind of devious smirk as he takes a step towards me. "But I'm taking this one with me."
  Noah scoops me up and I finally break into laughter.
  "Don't worry, Jordan, next time we'll hanky-panky in our own room!" Noah yells as he carries me bridal-style to our room. He's laughing, too, so I'm holding onto him so that I don't fall and break my neck. I'm also paranoid 24/7, though.
  Noah tosses me onto the bed, leaving me giggling adn covering my mouth. He climbs onto the bed in front of me before climbing on top of me. My laughter dies down seeing him so close to me after doing something so, well, for lack of a better word, close, with him.
  "Hi," he say, smiling at me.
  "Hey," I mumble back. You could practically insert the heart-eye emoji and I'd look the exact same right now.
  Noah leans down and kisses my neck, specifically kissing the marks all over me. My heart flutters and I know that after all we've done recently we're taking a whole new step forward. It makes me go crazy over Noah even more.
  "This is my apology for leaving marks, by the way, baby," he whispers between kisses that trail down my neck. He's been using pet names very often. I really wanna use them back, but for some reason it feels like I'm trying to slap him because I've never done it before. I try to keep my mind off that and onto what's happening currently.
  "There's marks on my thighs, too," I whisper.
  Noah pauses for a moment before looking up at me with those handsome brown eyes of his.
  "Is that an invitation?" he asks.
  I roll my eyes. "Whatever you want to call it, handsome."
  Shit. I did it. Oh my god. What if he thinks it's weird? I'm gonna punch myself. My heartbeat is all fast and I'm trying to keep calm but my face is all warm and—Dude. I've given this guy head under a table and let him fuck me in a shower, and I'm worried about pet names? Specifically, calling him HANDSOME?
  Noah laughs softly as if the "handsome" was no big deal—my life flashed before my eyes for nothing—and he gives me a few more kisses on my neck. His body is pressed against mine, and it feels as if I can feel every single part of him just by being so close. After a moment, he puts his hands on my thighs, pushing my legs apart.
  "Be a good boy and don't squirm."
  Noah's hand pulls down my shorts, slowly trailing back up my thigh. My breathing speeds up. He goes back to kissing my neck as he finally reaches where he was planning on reaching.
  "You have no idea how much more I want to do to you," Noah whispers, his hand stroking against my skin before he pushes two fingers into me.
  I gasp softly and one of my hands grab the sheet under me, not clutching it tightly or anything, but holding it for support.
  "Careful, baby," Noah whispers, his voice gentle. He grabs my wrist with his other arm and holds it tightly above my head. "I told you not to squirm."
"Y-You.." My hips buck against Noah's hand, which doesn't stop him at all. "Hnnnngg..."
Noah chuckles at me. "Aww, does that feel good?" he teases, making me blush. I look away from him, covering my mouth with the hand that he's not holding onto. I inhale sharply and moan into my hand.
"Don't do that." Noah moves his hand off my wrist and grabs my other hand, bringing it down. He grabs me by my chin and turns my head, looking me in my eyes. Noah smiles at me. "Don't be too loud, either.. Here."
  Noah sticks his thumb in my mouth and all of this sudden I can't even think. "Now be quiet."
  I nod and continue to breathe heavily, letting small whimpers out of my mouth that vibrate against Noah's hand.
"Good boy."