Hate Me Harder [BxB] ✔️ [NOT EDITED]

(35) Hate the new schedules for him

I felt my back hit the door before I even realised that I was moving. Most probably because I was very busy kissing Max Winters. Yes, the Max fucking Winters.

And yes, you read right, kissing.

His arms were tightly around my waist, and he pressed himself on my body, letting me feel all the type of body structure he had. My arms were on him as well. One over his shoulder while the other dug through the shelves of his shirt that he decided to wear. His hands were warm. His whole body was warm.

Every touch, burned. They sent tickles everywhere and I was going red by every tick from the watch he wore. Of course the guy wore a watch.

I kissed harder, making sure to keep his head steady. His lips moved with mine, before leaving that place to continue south, over my chin, throat and neck. I decided to just let him and leaned my head back, barely standing, keeping my hands through in his hair, loving the feeling of not having it tangled or stuck, like how it usually ends up for me.

My eyes were barely open. Every time he kissed my skin, it was like my heart was doing a dance. It jumped inside and then dropped onto my stomach. Then he'd suck on it, biting softly, making me make noises and gasp.

It was like heaven.

My mind was frozen and I just wanted to stay in his arms, breath heavily every time he took my breath away. And it was only our second time kissing. I'm not counting the ones I hardly remember.

Max suddenly bit hard on the skin of my collarbone, causing me to gasp and pull at his hair. He moaned. I didn't even know if I pushed away or moved my neck to give better access.

"M-Max..."

Shit.

He made me feel things I've never felt.

His hands slid from my sides to my back, fingers detailing my spin to the end, even though my jeans were in the way. He finally placed a hand my butt, his hands squeezing them lightly, lifting me up, even though we were almost the same height. But, even so, I've never been lifted or handled with such delicacy as Max gave, his attention to pleasure me even if it's just before school starts was heated, and I liked it.

I gasped again, because Max's other hand brushed against my skin under my t-shirt. His hand on my butt moved lower, holding my thigh, guiding them up. I was stuck, and not knowing what to do, I bowed to bite the lobe of his ears, kissing it, licking to grab his attention. He placed my leg right behind his so I was half hanging onto him.

He paid attention to my neck again and I moaned, laying my head on his, breathing heavily.

What was he doing to me?

His fingers traced over my abs as he lifted his head to look at me. I turned red, looking away, to the area that was empty, of course, and thought, was it weird that the weather for the morning was just great for the mood of us making out in secrecy?

"Alan," Max whispered and I huffed.

"W-what?"

Max kissed my cheek and I almost felt it burn him. "I want to take you on a date."

It was like a snap back to reality. The reminder of who I am and how what I felt was something completely different. Two separate things.

"Winters. No one finds out."

He stepped back and my throat went dry.

"I mean, like, no one. Bailey can, if she wants to because she's already seen us. But that's it. Shit, if someone knows..."