Kiara
Although my childhood was nowhere near as traumatic as his, we do have something in common. We would do anything for our siblings. Even if they hurt us. Even if they make us out to be the villains in their stories. Even if they've never shown that they feel the same way.
Even though I hate Lavender's fucking guts right now, there's a part of me that would take a bullet for her. A very small part, but it's still there.
I lean down and brush my lips against his. I'm scared he doesn't want me anymore, but I do it anyway. My eyes are closed, waiting for his rejection, but instead, he deepens our kiss. His tongue coaxes my lips open, and I moan as he explores the inside of my mouth. My body floods with warmth-actually, hot lava as he runs his hand up and down my body while devouring my mouth.
This is wrong. So very wrong, but I can't seem to stop myself.
Well, that was a good 24 hours of fighting my urges. I feel fucking pathetic, but I can wallow in self pity later.
As if he can read my mind, he pulls away, concern clouding his handsome features. "Was that okay?" he asks, scanning my face for reassurance. Before I can answer, he moves away, putting more space between us and gets up from the bed. Guilt engulfs him like a dark storm cloud, casting a shadow over his face. "I'm sorry, that shouldn't have happened. You made it clear that we're just friends now, and I crossed the line again."
What? Is he completely disregarding that I'm the one who started it this time?
I laugh incredulously. "Trey, I'm the one who kissed you. Why are you blaming yourself?"
His eyebrows furrow as he realizes I'm right. "Why did you do that?" he nearly whispers.
I don't know. Maybe it's because I appreciate him opening up to me when he didn't have to. Or that I want him so badly, I can hardly breathe when he's around. Or that I desperately want him to be mine.
"Kiss me again please," I whisper, grabbing his wrist. A low groan rumbles in his throat, and in an instant, I'm pressed against the bed with him on top of me. His lips cover mine again, slower and more passionate this time, like he's trying to savor this moment because he doesn't know when he'll get it again.
My legs lock around his waist, and he grinds his thick, raging boner against me as his kisses turn hungry and possessive. Nipping at my bottom lip. I moan softly. My body is humming with need, and if he doesn't take care of it soon, I might literally die of sexual frustration.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Desperation washes over me and I greedily reach for his pants. "Please, Trey, fuck me," I pant out.
I need him to fill me, to consume me. My entire body is aching for him, and I bet he already knows that.
His lips travel down my jaw, trailing open mouthed kisses to my neck. I close my eyes, reveling in the pleasure coursing through my veins. "You're such a bad girl, Cupcake," he mutters, "friends don't do shit like this."
"I know, but I-I need it." I score my nails into his back and he groans deliciously. I want him to lose control and take me like I know he can. "Please."
That seems to make his control snap. He slivers down my body and strips off my pants and panties in one swift movement. I watch as he sniffs my red panties, his eyes rolling back in his head, before stuffing them into his sweatpants pocket.
"What are you doing?" I gasp.
I don't really care about that pair and it's kinda hot, but he's doing some Joe Goldberg shit, and I don't want them ending up in a box in his ceiling.
He smirks. "Taking a souvenir in case you never let me do this again."
Mmm, I suppose that's okay. As long as I don't catch him start stealing my tampons next, I won't need to move away to another country.
My breath catches in my throat as he leans down to sniff me.
Holy shit, he must be deprived or something! I wonder if he has touched anybody else since the last time we had sex, but I don't want to think about the possibly of that. I just want to focus on the two of us, right here, right now.
"I love how wet you get for me. You smell so sweet and taste even better," he purrs. My back arches as he dips a finger between my folds. He brings it to his mouth and slowly sucks my juices off, making direct every contact with me.
His words send a pleasurable shiver down my spine. I slowly run my hand down his taut chest until I meet the hard bulge tenting in his sweatpants. "And what souvenir do I get?" I ask, biting my lip.
"The memory of this dick inside you."
"Cocky bastard." I can't help but smile, even as I roll my eyes. It's not like I have been able to get him off my mind since our first encounter, so this will only further complicate things between us. And I'm so eager to fuck him again, I don't even care.
He chuckles. "Oh yeah, I am a cocky bastard when it comes to you. I know just what your body needs, and I'm going to make you see fucking stars, Cupcake."
I lick my lips. "Prove it."
Just as I'm about to pull out his dick, his phone blares loudly, filling the room with its shrill ringing. He snatches it from the bed, his jaw ticking as he glances at the caller ID. "Fuck," he mutters. I sit up, mouthing, "Who is it?" Who could possibly be cockblocking us now? Like damn it!
His eyes blaze with fury as he answers the call and snarls, "Why the fuck are you calling me, William?"