Chapter 45: You have no obligation to help me
I felt my whole body burning up, and Noah, who was holding onto me, looked at me with a complex expression on his face.
What was he thinking? How could I know? I was fighting the heat that was heating me up so I couldn’t even try to understand what he was thinking.
But then, he picked me up and carried me back into the bathroom. He put me in the shower and turned on the cold water.
He was probably trying to help me quench the heat but this was not something so simple. I had already tried it. I stayed under the shower for almost an hour but the heat wouldn’t subside. I even jerked off a couple of times, but I could only manage to cum once. It was so hard.
I glanced at Noah whose clothes were getting wet as well. He didn’t mind that and kept me steady under the shower.
"Please," I called out with a weak voice.
Any more than this then I would faint. I was scared and conflicted. Did I have to force myself on this big guy?
Wait, was that even possible?
I was weaker now than before, so how was I supposed to force myself on him when I couldn’t even accomplish that on a normal day?
I felt uncomfortable all over. Down there was also very uncomfortable. I could tell I was hard again even without looking down.
"Noah," his name slipped from my lips and then he turned off the shower.
"Why didn’t you tell me you were drugged?" He asked, looking me in the eye but I shook my head. I didn’t have an excuse. "Do you know what kind of drug this is?" Once again, I shook my head.
Noah clicked his tongue, and then grabbed my arm, leading me to my room. He dropped me on the bed, dropped a towel on me, and said,
"This is dangerous,"
I didn’t know what he meant was dangerous. If it was my state or if it was his own because, for some reason, I could tell he was flustered.
"Noah, what am I going to do?" I asked, my head down and my breath rough. "I don’t know what kind of drug Mark used and I... I can’t get rid of the heat. It’s like I’m suffering from a fever. My throat is dry and I..."
"Drink this," he handed me a bottle of water but even drinking that made me feel even more thirsty. I coughed and the bottle of water fell from my hand.
Noah picked it up, looked at it, and frowned.
"What to do?" He wondered.
"I’m sorry," I said, tears suddenly slipping from my eyes. This was no time to be crying, but I felt so miserable, and my condition made me delusional. "You have no obligation to help me. And you were worried about your rut too. I landed myself in this mess so I’ll just figure out a way to..."
"Stop talking," Noah demanded and dropped his hand on my shoulder. "Apologizing is only going to make you feel even more miserable. Instead of that, it’s better I just do what I can and leave the consequences for when they come."
I was confused. But before I could ask for a clear explanation, Noah sat next to me and wrapped his arm around me while grabbing my dick with the other.
I flinched and looked at him, startled.
Was he really doing this? He didn’t have to. I mean, he has to if I want to feel better, but he shouldn’t if he’s going to have that expression on his face.
An expression that made it seem like he was disgusted but that wasn’t it. He looked disgruntled but something seemed to be weighing on his mind, and I got to know what that was when he said,
"I’ll help you now. I’ll do what I can but in return..." He looked me in the eye. "You’ll have to take responsibility if I suddenly get forced into a rut."
Okay, I did not expect that, but if that was what he wanted, then I was sure I could handle it.
I nodded and said,
"I... I’ll do what I can." My breath was rough and I kept panting. He simply had his hand on my dick but it made me feel so impatient. "So, hurry. Move your hands."
Noah began to move his hand. I don’t know if this man has ever masturbated before or if he had touched another man’s dick before but he had a way with his hands that made me clench my teeth and clench his arm, feeling my entire body tremble with each stroke.
He was just stroking and yet it felt so heavenly. My entire body was reacting.
It must be because of the drug. It was the reason I could feel every motion so clearly.
"N-Noah, ah mphh" I squeezed my eyes shut. "I think I... I’m Nghh..." I was reaching my limit but he wouldn’t slow down.
"The faster, the better," he said, and I wondered if he only said that because he wanted to be done and over with it already because it disgusted him or if he was saying it for my sake?
But then, just like an eruption, my dick let out a spring flow of semen. I breathed in relief and opened my eyes to find some of it in his hand.
Would he get mad? I wondered. But when I glanced at his face, I didn’t see any sign of him getting angry. Rather, I saw rough pants. He seemed to be having a hard time.
"Are you okay?" I asked but then he grabbed my dick again.
I was still hard because the drug was quite potent but I was also sensitive from cuming just now.
"H-hold on, I just..." But Noah gave me a deaf ear and kept stroking.
I didn’t know if this was his way of punishing me for going too far and kissing him earlier but he certainly wasn’t going easy on me.
And then, he dropped his head on my shoulder.
I could feel his rough breath itching on my skin. He wasn’t okay but I couldn’t even ask if he was okay because he didn’t give me time to think.
He was stroking so fast and hard that I came to ecstasy a second time, a third and then the fourth time.
I lay on the bed, breathing hard as I had lost my mind halfway. Luckily, I had gotten rid of the heat, but my dick felt sour as if the skin had been scraped off, but more than that...
Noah was before me, breathing hard and heavily as he gazed at me.
His eyes were unrecognizable. They were somewhat golden but I was sure I was just seeing things because Noah had black eyes.
I guess this was what he meant when he said I’d have to take responsibility if he got forced into a rut.
Well, as long as he wasn’t stroking my dick anymore, I was fine with anything but I was feeling awfully sleepy. I couldn’t keep my eyes open and while I had Noah in my line of sight, my eyes slowly closed till I lost consciousness.
That had got to be the worst time to fall unconscious.
