“Here goes nothing,” I whisper, and bring the can to my lips, taking a small sip.
It’s still bubbly, though probably not as much as it once was. And it’s disgustingly sweet on my tongue. Jesus, it tastes like diabetes in a can.
“Well!?” Noah lifts his brows. “How is it? Is it the same?”
I pause and cluck my tongue a few times. “It’s exactly how I remember it.”
He breathes out hard then claps. And we both cheer for the nineties. The best damn decade to be a kid.
Noah takes a few sips, and I take one more before we decide that’s enough. Surge kind of lost its appeal over the years, but I will say, it’s a very cool thing to have after all this time. Definitely brings me back.
After that, we sit on the floor in front of the TV and fire up the N64. Mario Kart was and always will be the great game of my adolescence. It’s an effortless kind of fun, and playing it now makes me feel like a kid again. I love this feeling.
I got married very young. I dove headfirst into adulthood without once looking back and now, given the events of the last couple years, I’m like a fifty-year-old in a twenty-five-year-old’s body.
I’ll be forever grateful to Noah Richards for bringing me back to simpler times.
We pick our players and get ready to race. Noah picks Mario and I choose Toad - naturally. And then we’re off.
“Ohhh shit! Lookie who’s got the red shells, baby!” I squeal, nailing the crap out of Noah and sending him flying.
“Dammit, Alex! Not cool,” he grumbles, rushing to speed back up to my commanding lead.
He gets a few blasters, but it’s still no match for my Toad-like agility, and I beat his ass, first game.
“You cheated,” he pouts, grabbing my shirt and tugging me until I fall into his side.
“Did not! Toad just rules. There’s no way around it,” I shrug, shoving him playfully, though now that I’m even closer to him, I’m not moving away to save my life.
Our thighs are pressed up against each other’s as we start our second game. Koopa Troopa Beach. Homeboy’s goin down.
I’m in the lead out the gate, but then Noah starts shooting things at me and I fall behind. Still, I’m determined. I can’t let him beat me at Koopa Troopa. It’s my bread and butter.
I summon all my Toad powers, and use the best advances I can get, blasting in all the right places; a hop here, a swerve there. Noah’s laughing like the cocky bastard he is when, with the finish line in my sights, I release the Bowser shell I’ve been holding onto and shoot him right in his smug Mario back.
He goes spinning off to the side, leaving the win open for yours truly as I speed to victory.
“What what!” I cheer, raising my arms in the air and dancing around in place. “You were saying, tough guy? I’m pretty sure you were supposed to be unbeatable!”
Noah gasps in outrage, his jaw hanging open while he tries not to laugh.
“Alexandra! I can’t believe you just did that to me!” He growls and grabs my waist, pulling me onto his lap.
I’m breathless and giggling feverishly, holding onto his shoulders, the warm skin feeling like silk under my hands.
“Don’t be a sore loser,” I smirk down at him, victorious. “Just admit it… You got beat by a toad.”
I stick my tongue out at him and his lips part, eyes darting to my mouth. I swallow hard because I’m suddenly aware that I’m still sitting on his lap. And he’s gazing at my mouth with some obvious hunger in his shiny dark eyes.
My chest moves up and down with forceful breaths and for reasons unknown I feel empowered. It probably has nothing to do with winning that stupid video game, and everything to do with the sexy celebrity who’s holding onto me and lusting after my lips and tongue.
My body reacts on its own and pushes him until he reclines onto his back on the floor. I’m sitting in a strange position, with my butt pressed against his crotch and my legs off to the side. But my hands are holding his shoulders, so I have no choice but to let gravity take over and sink down until our chests are touching.
As soon as my tits touch his firm pectorals, he lets out a quick breath, still staring up at me with wide eyes, like he has absolutely no idea what I’m doing, but he’s afraid I might stop at the slightest provocation. My eyes stay with his as my hands slide over his skin, down his arms which are resting by his sides, touching his hands briefly before they land on his waist.
I see him swallow, slowly, and it reminds me of how much I like his neck, and throat. And that sexy stubble that looks like it smells good and tastes even better. Whatever is happening right now is so bizarre and jacked up, but it already feels amazing.
Just go with it.
I shift my hips subtly, rubbing my butt on his crotch, and his eyes flutter shut, a soft moan escaping his slightly parted lips. God, that sounds so fucking hot. And looks fantastic.
I move in slow, circular motions, rotating between his parted thighs as I press my ass up against his growing hard-on. I can totally feel it. It’s inflating right beneath me, getting bigger and bigger with every flick of my booty. Noah makes a strangled noise, and I glance down to see his fingers digging into the carpet. I’m not sure why he’s not touching me, but it seems like he’s enjoying letting me torture him, so I’ll keep going.
I’m writhing against him, and he’s squirming beneath me, lifting his hips to build the friction between our bodies. It’s so fucking hot around us, like we’re on the sun; the lust stirring up even more heat than the burning fire across the room. I press my tits harder on his chest, begging for some sensation on my sensitive nipples, and the barbells in them.
Noah has one, too. I wonder if his feels as good as mine do right now…
I make sure to give the right side a bit more pressure on his left, and since he’s shirtless and my clothes are very sheer, it almost feels as satisfying as doing it naked. I said almost…
Could I take my shirt off? Would that seem slutty? Jesus, that ship has sailed, sweetheart. You’re grinding all over a guy who’s not your husband.
I push those thoughts out of my mind and keep moving, Noah moving with me, so painfully slow it’s like we’re barely doing anything, but somehow it’s divine. My fingers slip into the waist of his jeans, desperate to take in the feeling of his soft, warm skin in that sensitive place.
“Alex…” he grunts, and I hum, inching my face even closer to his neck. “Fuck…”
Suddenly his hands grab my hips and he pulls me down even harder, groaning at what I’m guessing feels really good for him. This is confirmed by the giant firm object throbbing through both of our jeans.
His dick feels very big… Dammit, I want to feel it without clothes in the way. Why are we always dry-humping each other?
He lifts my hips and turns me a bit, forcing me to spread my legs and wrap them around his waist, as much as I can while we’re lying down. My knees are now on the floor, and our crotches are together, and I agree with this move. Very much.
Noah grinds hard in between my thighs, and I can feel the shape of his length dragging along my pussy. I whimper into the crook of his neck, which makes him gasp. He holds my butt even harder in his big hands, palming it, squeezing while I grate my entire body on his. I’m so small and he’s so big, but we fit together perfectly and it feels phenomenal.