John Hughes Movie

Chapter 14

Peter

You think you know someone. You think you know what they think, how they operate, what move they are about to make next. But none of that was true with Lara Jean Covey.

At the beginning of the week we were on a not so fake practice date. And now here she was, tending to my lacrosse injury one minute and making out with me the next. I have never seen someone switch from cute to sexy faster. I kept thinking this was a dream. They did give me so pain meds after I got hit, this was surely a dream. But when I felt her come back to my lips for a second time, I knew it couldn't be. My dreams were never this good.

The last kiss was nurturing and warm but this kiss felt like something different. It had a furvert that I didn't know possible. She cupped my chin, taking control of me. I was happy to be there for the ride. God, I loved kissing her. She moved with me in a way I never had before. It was like she knew what I wanted to happen next before I did. She bit down on my lips causing a groan to escape my now open mouth. God, she was sexy. Her tongue instantly connected with mine, sending a rush through my entire body.

She started to move. Her hands moved down from my jaw to chest. Her soft hands tracing over my pecks made everything stand on edge. Lara Jean still straddling my thigh, began to grind slowly. Fuck, she was hot. A shiver went up my body. She broke our lips apart and started kissing down my neck. Her kisses were sweet but wanting, gentle with a little graze of teeth when she sucked a bit of flesh.

"Fucking heaven." I bit down on my bottom lip as my hands explored her body.

"What? What's heaven?" She said between kisses.

"You." I moaned as her fingernails scratched across my nipple. She giggled and smashed her lips back to mine. Her laugh was my favorite sound. It was sweet and throaty and made me feel like I hit the jackpot whenever I could get one out of her.

My hands had been circling her hips, but I needed her closer. It felt imperative to have her as close as humanly possible. I tried to reach for her ass to pull her closer, but it was just out of reach. She moaned as I palmed her lower back, not able to get a handful of her glorious ass. As if she could read my mind, she pulled away and smirked at me. "Let's make this more comfortable." She got off my leg and threw her leg over my lower torso.

"God, you're so sexy." I leaned up, grabbed the back of her head and crashed her lips back to mine. A small whimper escaped her lips and the grinding started again. Her ass making contact with the top of my dick made me feel animalistic. I cupped her ass and she let me take a bit of control. I slowly bounced her up and down while digging my nails into the denim of her shorts. I wanted nothing more than to rip them off and bite her sweet soft flesh but knew to not push her into anything she wasn't 100% into.

Her moan vibrated into my mouth, making me grind my pelvis into hers. The heavy petting felt more urgent & connected than usual. Covey giggled again and broke away from our kiss. She sat up and ran the pads of her fingers over the purple bruises up and down the side of my chest. "Do they hurt?" She looked at me with so much concern that I almost wanted to cry. It never felt like Gen had cared about me this much.

"Not when you touch them." My hands squeezed her bare thighs and she rolled her head back. I could no longer hide my bulge tenting my shorts. She was so beautiful, so kind, so perfect and tonight she was all mine.

She leaned down and pressed my lips to the bruises up and down my side. They were soft, like when a butterfly lands on your finger. It was loving and nurturing almost like she was trying to kiss away my pain. I never felt more cared for by someone who wasn't my mom. She worked her way down her side, stopping right above the waistband of my shorts. She put her hand over my penis and if it wasn't hard before, it was a fucking diamond now. She was taking such good care of me, all I wanted was to take care of her too.