"What's wrong?" Josh's voice startled me from thinking of my encounter with the gang.
I ran my hands through my hair and fell back onto his bed. "Nothing."
Yes I lied. But honestly? I didn't want him worrying about anything. Sometimes he gets too possessive.
He laid back next to me, resting his hands behind his head, and turned his gaze towards me.
I sighed and shifted so my head was on his chest. "I'm just tired and stressed."
"What, is the coffee shop too much to handle?" He teased, wrapping his arms around me.
"Shut up." I closed my eyes trying to hide a smile.
"You know you love me." He sang, rubbing my back.
"Sure, sure." I teased.
"Oh really now?" By the tone of his voice I could tell exactly what was going to happen next.
His hands traveled slowly down to my waist and his fingers started to brush across them, gaining speed. My feet began to kick as I struggled to break free, giggles erupting from me.
"Stop!" I laughed, and he smiled.
He turned me over, now straddling me, and pinned my hands above my head, seizing the tickling.
His face approached mine closer and closer, the distance between us decreasing. My breathing became uneven as his thumbs stroked my wrists.
He placed his lips right below my ear and began sucking in several places, in search of something. Once he found it I let out a soft moan.
My sweet spot.
His lips smirked against my skin. One hand held my arms and the other slowly traced down my stomach. They stopped just above my jeans, teasing me.
His lips attack my neck and I struggled to get out of his grip so my hands could explore his body. I sighed in frustration, causing him to chuckle. His lips seized action and he pulled slightly away from me.
"Tell me you love me." He whispered, his eyes burning into mine with lust.
I bit my lip, giving him puppy eyes. I was ready to play a game.
I shook my head and smirked. My legs wrapped around him and I pushed my body to his, slightly brushing against his length. He groaned.
"Two can play at this." He growled.
With one hand, he unbottoned my jeans and unzipped the zipper. He tugged them off and genty placed his hand on top of me. I squirmed. Never once did his light blue eyes leave mine.
"Josh, d-"
"Tell me." He interrupted, his hands slipping into my black undies.
I gasped, his cool fingers giving me shivers. I just shook my head, not giving in. His finger began to rub on me, trying to get me wet.
I close my eyes, whimpering as one finger entered me. He slowly began to pump, leaving kissing on my stomach.
His speed increased as did his grip on me as I struggled to break free.
"Josh. Please." I begged, not being able to stand the teasing anymore.
He smirked up at me and leaned close to me, his lips almost touching my ear. His voice came out in a sexy whisper.
"Tell me."
One hand was pumping in and out of me a such a rapid pace, his other pinning me down, while his lips begun to suck on my sweet spot. I couldn't take it, I lost control.
"I love you." I gasped, caving in.
He smirked and let my hands go free. I smiled and my hands immediately flew to his chest, ripping his shirt open and deeply exploring his toned abs.
"I love you too baby." He whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead as my hands unbuckled his pants.
***
"Hey babe?" I called out, running my fingers through my slightly disheveled brown hair, my body positioned in front of his body mirror.
"Yeah?" He called from the bathroom, walking out momentarily.
My eyes took in the sight. He was softly drying his hair with a blue towel, grey sweats hanging loosely on his hips. His v-line was in full view as with his abs and I bit my lip.
"Can you walk me home?" My voice came out in a whisper, remembering why I was scared to walk alone. I turned back to face the mirror, not liking what I saw.
I was wearing one of his black shirts, it not hugging my body right. That's one thing I hated about being so skinny, I was a twig.
He frowned, a crease appearing on his forehead in confusion and worry. He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.
"Why?"
I closed my eyes. I didn't want to tell him about my encounter with the gang but I knew he'd find out sooner or later. I was terrible at keeping things from him.
"Because." I opened my eyes and gazed into his eyes through the mirror.
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes and his face fell, turning me around and grabbing my face with his hands. His thumbs stroked my cheeks in a soothing measure as I tried not to cry.
"Tell me why." He spoke sternly, his possessiveness peaking through.
"I'm scared."
