Selcouth [G.W]

Chapter 36

Dirl (v.)- to thrill, to vibrate, to penetrate; to tremble or quiver.

Millies P.O.V

I'm in a classroom. I don't know how I got here but the loud chatter of students could be heard from everywhere. It was loud and almost suffocating. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable like a cloudy day in the middle of July.

"What did you say?"

I whip my head around to lock eyes with George. He was staring at me with his brows raised waiting for an answer I did not have for him. As I started at him there was a speckle in his eyes. It wasn't that glint that I'm growing to love.

This one... This one was dark, something swirling beneath them. Something much darker with a taunting aura. It made my skin ignite and mouth dry.

I find myself flustered and he hadn't even done anything.

"I... I didn't say anything," I explain smacking my tongue against the roof of my mouth.

The hair on my neck stands up when George slyly leans closer to the table, his hands clasping together as he stared at me. Almost challenging me while that look doesn't leave if anything it darkens. I can feel something pool to my lower abdomen having me want to press my thighs closer together. I do. Try ing not to squirm from his intense eye contact.

He narrows his eyes as he stares into mine. It's like he's looking within me, he can see exactly what he's doing to my body. He can see the fire that he ignites. He can tell how my body reacts to it.

It makes him smirk, "I want to know what's going on in that pretty head of yours."

I gulp putting my hair behind my ear as my body grows hotter by the second. I don't understand why my body feels like this but everything is hot and the chatter of students begins to dim turning into a faint memory.

All I can see is George. All I can feel is George.

It's ecstatic.

"Nothing," - I smack my lips squirming in my seat more. His body leans even closer, his chest getting smushed but he doesn't seem to care. I bet it hurts but from the look in his eyes and the way he takes his lips between his teeth when moves... I can tell he likes it.

My brain goes fuzzy.

"Nothing is going on."

George's head tilts and for a second his eyes finally break from mine and go down to the table. Where my thighs are pressed so hard against each other it hurts.

I watch as a small sinister smirk starts to spread across his face as he licks his lips. He uses the pad of his thumb to wipe the side of his mouth; a chuckle leaves them.

If I were standing my knees would buckle but since I'm not all I could do is press my thighs harder. When he looked back at me his usual dark brown eyes looked black and blown out. They told a story he hasn't said. They swirled with lust, periodically looking from my eyes, my lips then my body.

"Well... do you want to know what goes on in mine?" It felt like a rhetorical question, but my brain began to numb, and the throb between my legs starts to sizzle through making me nod letting out a breathless "yes."

If possible his eyes darken even more when the words slip from plush lips. Slowly he leans back, crossing his arms over his chest- again his eyes racking down my body. The position was dominant and demanding as if he were the predator and I were the prey.