Richie Tozier's sister

Chapter 9

He carved at the tree, slicing and slicing the wood while she watches. Beads of sweat rolling down his chest and back, causing her mouth to water.

She stared at his black tank top, trying to slip it off his body with her eyes, but it didn't work.

"Your eyes are piercin' into me, baby, you liking what you see?" He spoke with a laugh, causing her to roll her eyes. "Now you're getting cocky, I'm just watching you, you know, making sure you don't get cut or something."

He turned around, she looked at his freshly pierced eyebrow and gulped. "Me not gettin' cut, hm? You sure you're not wonderin' when it's gonna get so hot that I take my shirt off and throw it at ya?" He said, walking towards her until she hit the tree behind her.

He looked down at her, watching her get flustered. She looked down, gulping, while he used the tip of his blade to lift her chin up. "You know, baby, I'm not taking my shirt off until I know ya want me to."

She rolled her eyes again, looking at his mouth curl into a smirk. She took two tugs at the bottom of his shirt, causing his eyes to flick down at her small hands, and she pulled his shirt over his head. She almost gasped at his gleaming body.

He didn't have the whole 8 pack abs and amazing pecs, but his body looked so good to her.

His pecs had definition, and his abs were coming in. But, her favorite thing about him was his collarbones. They stuck out greatly, and his shoulders were really the only thing he worked on in the gym, because he knew she went crazy for them.

Her head lined up with his chest, as the reached her hands around his neck, rubbing his shoulders while feeling his collarbones. He leaned his head down, pressing his forehead against hers, keeping his eyes on hers.

His hands ran up and down her back, connecting their lips softly. She immediately pressed her body against his, almost grinding on him. He smirked in the kiss, slipping his hand in her sweatpants and grabbing her right asscheek, it being so thick it could barely fit in Patrick's hand. Patrick's hand was humongous by the way.

His hand rested on her throat, gripping lightly, his cold rings shocking her. They continued to make out against the tree, until Patrick received a call. He huffed and answered, "What's up, Henry?" "Dude my Kang ran out, can you stop by the vape shop? I need it bad man" Patrick rolled his eyes and hung up.

"Cmon, baby, you want a dispo?" He asked her, and with her pleading eyes she nodded. He looked back at the flame he had carved in the tree, then took her by the hand and led her out of the forest.