His hands trailed up my silk covered thigh until I could feel it nearing my lingerie underwear. It was so wrong but it felt so good. My heart rate sped up as his fingers dug into the sides of my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel myself and him tense up with each breath and movement.
"You're so wet for me," he said in a hushed tone as his fingers caressed me through my panties. He was going at a steady pace, making me wetter by every passing second.
Nervousness and excitement bubbled in my stomach as his lips trailed down my neck, nearing my cleavage. I've been craving his touch for months.
I shuddered at his sudden cold touch on my clit. It was throbbing so much I could've sworn he felt it. "I need you," I slightly moaned as he started speedingup.
"Dude, we're gonna be late," he said but his voice sounded different. It didn't bother me though, in fact I was too busy focusing on the way he looked at me while rubbing my clit.
I felt a sudden wave of freezing cold air engulf my body, causing my hands to grab the nearest thing to bring me heat again, but seconds later it happened again. My eyes slowly opened, taking a few seconds to adjust to the bright light coming from outside.
I squint my eyes for a couple of seconds, looking around the brightly lit room and coming face to face with my temporary roommate, Katrina.
"You need to get up," she said and I groaned at her words. She walked out of my room, closing the door behind her, giving me time to change and get ready.
After a few minutes of debating what to wear I finally stopped caring and threw on whatever matched. I took a quick fit pic and posted it to Instagram, making sure to tag Kat.
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As if on cue, she walked into my room eyeing my outfit and giving me a satisfied look. "You don't look too bad," she chuckled but was interrupted by a knock on my apartment door.
She left my room to answer the door while I took the time to gather all my things, including my phone, apartment keys and a tote bag.
The living room filled with a few voices, some recognizable and others new. I couldn't make out how many there were but there were a few.
I exited my bedroom and closed the door behind me and made my way to the living room where I was greeted with familiar faces. "Yo Samuel," I greeted him with a fistbump as I always have.
"So Sam gets pretty privilege and I don't?" a playfully annoyed Jake asked awaiting his hug with his arms slightly open. I gave him a hug and was met with a familiar face, but I couldn't put a name on him.
"You remember Colby, right? From the house party of last month?" Sam asked. Of course I remember him, I said to myself. The first time we met was at their house party.
Tons of people were invited and although there were hundreds of bodies in one single house, he stood out to me. The way the dimples on his cheeks would form every time someone would make a joke and the way his eyes lit up when he smiled stuck with me.
Ever since then I've developed a little crush on him, and obnoxiously having wet dreams about him. Totally not weird.
I noticed I had zoned out and my cheeks burned a crimson red to the thought that I had been staring at him that whole time. We exchange awkward smiles and the overbearing silence grows louder.
"The outfit looks cool," he said and flashed me a small smile. "Thanks," I replied, trying not to sound too eager for his compliment.
"Let's get on the road bitches," Jake said breaking the awkward silence between us. We all made our way out of the apartment, me being last and locking up before trailing behind them down the stairs to the main lobby entrance.
Outside Sam's tesla awaited us and he got in the driver seat, with Kat in the passenger seat, leaving me, Colby and Jake in the tight enclosed space at the back.
Me being the smallest, I was faced with the position of having to sit in between Colby and Jake. It was quite uncomfortable having to sit between them and trying my best to not accidentally squish either of them.
"Yo can I connect to your bluetooth?" I asked and Sam gave me a suspicious glare through the rear view mirror.
"Don't look at me like that, I have phenomenal taste in music," I replied to his glare and he sighed, giving in and allowing me to blast my music.
With the windows rolled down and $uicideboy$ playing through the speakers, we made our way down several tar roads, eventually stopping in front of a tattoo parlor.
"I thought we were getting something to eat?" I asked with my eyebrows knitted together. "We are, after we're done here," Sam replied and made his way inside the shop with everyone following behind.
Inside it looked like every tattoo parlor. Hundreds of artistic tattoo designs on the white washed walls, some black and others colorful.
"Appointment for Colby Brock," I heard him say to the lady at the desk, who was covered in different types of tattoos. She escorted him to a buff guy, with tattoos coming up to his neck.
After a few minutes of Colby and the tattoo artist discussing his tattoo idea and doing all the sketch work and cut outs, it was time for him to get to work.
Colby took ahold of the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it over his head, revealing his toned abdomen and chest. It took me a good thirty seconds to pull my eyes off of him and his body.
Before I could pull my eyes off of him, he noticed I had been staring and gave me a suspicious, yet proud look, with an almost barely noticeable smirk forming on his lips.
I felt my cheeks burn up as I looked away, a small smile forming on my own lips.
The look he gave me when he noticed I was staring at him burned into my memory. He seemed so pleased with himself that I was staring him down.
I knew I was going to be replaying that moment in my head more than once.
A/N
lol it's been more than 3 years since my last book.
I'm really looking forward to writing this book since I have more experience etc.
yes this book contains mature content and ik yall love it.
I have a week of holiday so hopefully there'll be more updates
