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A PERFECT ENDING

HANNAH

Maybe it’s me.

I mean…it is me, considering I’m the one who can’t seem to finish but maybe I’m the one who’s doing it wrong.

The apartment is empty, all three of my roommates are at hockey practice, leaving me alone with my own devices.

I settle on the couch and grab the remote. My finger presses on the volume, turning it down to next to nothing as if the neighbors are going to hear the TV through the walls and come barging into the apartment with holy water.

My face heats with each title I read: The Jerk… Off, The Harder They Come, The Sperminator, Throbin Hood.

I snort and continue reading the porno titles. Are any of these normal?

I finally land on one that isn’t too bad: A Perfect Ending. I’m not sure what it’s going to entail, but it didn’t make me laugh out loud so there’s that.

After I press play, I grab my notebook and pencil so I can take some notes. It doesn’t take long for my cheeks to turn red again. It’s cheesy and the woman has boobs the size of my head. When the guy starts to kiss her, my breathing starts to get a little labored.

Foreplay.

Maybe I need more foreplay to get primed. Which is exactly what the man says to the woman.

My heart beats quicker when he moves to take off her shirt. Okay fine, porn is sort of a turn on. Even if I am just using it for research purposes.

I jerk my attention to a noise coming from the hall. My gaze drops to the apartment door. The fear of someone walking in while I’m watching porn out in the open has my limbs turning to jello. The remote slips through my fingers and falls underneath the coffee table.

Shit!

My knees hit the floor and I reach underneath it, banging my head in the process. The door latches when my slippery hand finds the remote. I press any button I can find.

The volume button.

Great.

Slurping, smooching, and sucking noises flow seamlessly from the speakers and I’m mortified.

I’m even more mortified when I lock eyes with Nolan.

I hate my life.

He turns and glances at the TV. I quickly find the pause button and press it so hard, the remote creaks underneath my grip.

“Hannah Banana,” he muses. “You naughty, naughty girl.”

I hold my breath until he swings his attention to me. I’m still on my knees with the remote pointing at the TV in midair. Nolan flicks an eyebrow and I can’t help but notice his damp hair. He must have showered after practice and now he’s here, smelling so good.

“Porn?” He’s amused. There’s a twinkle in his eye and I’m so embarrassed I can barely speak.

I gulp and slowly lower my hand. The remote clanks onto the coffee table but Nolan makes no move to look at it.

“Were you too impatient to wait for me to teach you your way around the bedroom?” he asks, making his way over to me.

I’m frozen in my spot, half-turned towards the TV and half-turned towards the couch.

He takes a seat and I peer up at him from my kneeling position. My notebook is in his hands and his brow furrows when he reads the only note I was able to write down: foreplay.

“Foreplay?” he whispers with a nod. “Foreplay is a must.”

Our eyes catch and I blush.

His mouth twitches. “It’s kind of cute that you’re taking notes.”

“Cute?” I repeat.

I’m not sure if I should be offended but I think I am.

Nolan spreads his legs out in front of him and shockingly, I sort of want to move in between them.

“Yeah.” he says in a low tone. “Unlike your current position…”

I glance to my lap. “What do you mean?”

He chuckles. “I like the look of you on your knees, Han.”

He does?

Nolan sits up quickly and grabs me by my biceps. He pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. It’s such a quick move that I don’t have time to react when he creeps his hand beneath the waistband of my leggings.

“But this isn’t about me.” he rushes. “We have about ten minutes before your brother comes home, so let’s work on foreplay.”

I swallow thickly. “What? Right now?”

“Nine minutes,” he whispers, staring up at me from my straddling position over his lap. His warm hand moves a little further down south and my stomach twists. “Or you can continue watching it on tv.”

Why does it always feel like he’s challenging me?

I sink a little lower and place my hands on his shoulders. His muscles flicker beneath my fingertips and his smirk drives me wild.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

My teeth bite into my lower lip when I feel his thumb brush against my clit. He does this a few times, pressing harder with each swipe. My nipples pebble and I crave to feel him in other places, too.

“This is called foreplay,” Nolan swallows slowly, his neck bobbing with the motion. “A guy has to get a girl all worked up before he can get her off. It’s just the way it goes.”

“I’m not…” I sigh from his touch. “I’m not like normal girls.”

His hands feel good. With one in my pants and the other around my waist, I’m consumed by him.

Nolan’s lip twitches. “I’m not like normal guys, baby. Just enjoy what I’m doing to your body and stop worrying that you’re not normal.”

I take his advice and focus on his hand slowly slipping towards the spot that aches. He doesn’t press a finger in just yet. Instead, he brushes against the sensitive skin while digging his other fingers into my waist.

I angle my hips out of pure reaction and he breathes out a sigh of approval.

“We don’t have long.” Nolan’s voice is gritty. “So I’m going to get you nice and ready and then you’re going to go into your room and finish. Got it?”

I make a noise and manage to nod.

“Or maybe you don’t need as much foreplay as I think.”

He chooses then to stick his finger inside of me. My hips buck to meet him halfway and it feels better than it ever has.

“So wet,” he mutters. “God, you’re fucking hot like this.”

I am?

“Why do you look so surprised to hear that?” Nolan pulls his finger out slowly before pressing it back into me. The slow and tedious strokes make me tighten all over. I move my hips, unable to focus on anything other than pleasure.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you how hot you are while you’re being touched?”

I swallow and shake my head, keeping my eyes closed.

A growl grumbles from Nolan’s chest and when the palm of his hand presses against my clit, an energy surges through my blood. A whimper leaves me and his warm breath hits my bare skin.

“You’re almost there,” he encourages.

I move my hips again and again, chasing the high. Nolan does something different and hits an angle that has my body losing control. A moan tears from my lips and I throw my head back, riding through the waves of pleasure.

It feels like it could last forever but suddenly, Nolan rips his hand out from my leggings and plops me onto the couch. He dives forward and switches the channel to ESPN. As soon as he sits back down, the apartment door opens and he’s pulling a pillow onto his lap to hide what he’s sporting.

My brother walks in with his hockey bag slung over his shoulder and heads right for us.

Oh. My. God.

In between my legs are sticky and warm, and I have to force myself to breathe evenly.

“What are you watching?” Hayes asks, sitting right in between me and Nolan.

Nolan answers him as if nothing even happened, but as soon as Hayes’s attention is on the TV, Nolan leans back onto the couch and catches my eye.

He winks at me and my cheeks burn.

I try not to smile at him, but in the end, I do because the porno title was right—that was most definitely a perfect ending.