Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 20~

WARNING: This chapter has mature content, read at your own risk... Enjoy!

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The naughty glint in Seth's eyes makes my whole body shiver in both anxiety and excitement. We haven't been deeply intimate since my fight with Naomi at his house two months ago, except for toe-curling kisses here and there. The sexual tension that permitted the air was making it hard for me to breathe as his eyes slowly rakes my form, staring a bit longer at my bra clad chest. 

He leans down to whisper in my ear, and my thong instantly turns damp when that deep, baritone voice hits my eardrums, "You don't want me to make you, baby." My grip on his cock through his jeans tightens, and I lean up on my tippy toes to whisper in his ear, making sure to brush my breasts against his strong chest in the process, "That's exactly what I want you to do...Daddy." Seth sucks in a sharp breath at that and lets out a low groan. There was no mistaking the uncontained desire and need in my voice. I didn't even know where that came from. It wasn't like I was into that Daddy kink that everyone seemed so raptured by, it just came naturally, like my mind and body was completely overpowered by lust that I couldn't think straight. It was both addictive and scary. 

In a move that both freighted and excited me, Seth grips my neck with one hand and tilts my head back with the other, and before I can comprehend what he's doing, his lips are locked on mine in a passionate kiss. I eagerly open my mouth, granting his tongue complete access to explore my mine, and the kiss grows from a fiery, passionate need, to a slow burn as his tongue gently coaxes mine in a soft rhythm, and I moan into his mouth. 

The need to have him inside me was growing stronger the longer his expert mouth stayed locked on mine. I break away from the kiss, not wanting to waste anymore time, and unbuckle my jeans, bending down to squirm out of them. Seth blinks in surprise at my actions, but I could care less right now. I wanted to feel the fullness of that big, powerful muscle between his legs pounding into me again and again until I can't fucking breathe. 

Once I had my pants around my ankles, I step out of it, kicking it away and looking back up at my sexy-as-sin boyfriend. His tousled, blonde hair was sticking out in different directions, but that just made him look even sexier. My eyes trail down to his brawn muscles that looked tight against the black T-shirt he was wearing and that leather jacket gave him that sexy, bad-boy type of look. And then there's the eyes... those damn grey pools that were looking at me with such an intensity, it made my breath hitch.

I watch as he pops the button of his jeans, and pulls it down a little, gently taking his glistening, circumcised cock out. I stare at it transfixed, as the memories of his taste starts to invade my mind. Fuck, I'm dripping...

Seth uses his thumb to circle around his tip, gathering the leaking precum before moving back up his hard dick all the way to its base. He repeats this a few more times, gently massaging the veins on his hard dick that looks just about ready to explode. My breath starts to come out in pants watching the erotic sight, and before I have any idea to what I'm doing, my hand finds it way into my thong, stroking my enlarged clit. Seth groans as he watches me pleasure myself, his breathing picking up. We watch each other, feeling the rush of adrenaline in our system from something so unusually erotic.  

I take my thong off, throwing it somewhere behind me, and without missing a beat, my hand finds its way back to my dripping pussy. I tease my entrance with my fingers, stroking it slowly to get that build up that I so desperately wanted. Seth starts to pump faster and I move along with his rhythm, stroking my clit faster. My eyes catch sight of a little table with a couple of magazines neatly stacked on it, and before my mind could process my actions, my body was already moving towards the table, making one clean swipe with my hands, scattering the magazines in a disarray on the floor.