Russell Knight is not your average geek. Sure, he may seem like the quiet, shy, and vulnerable guy in school. But there is far more to Russel than meets the eye.
At just 10 years old, Russell had already gone through the heartache of losing both of...
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Samantha
My breath was caught in my throat. The warmth of his hands around my waist gently filled my stomach with butterflies, and my heart accelerated rapidly as our eyes met. He claimed my lips softly, pulling me closer to him as my hands wrapped around his nape.
Our lips softly caressed each other. He softly bit my lips making me part them, giving him the opportunity to invade my mouth. Our tongues interlaced beautifully, making me close my eyes and indulge in his sweet taste.
He softly pulled me closer, gripping my butt and making me stratal him. I was becoming aroused. I pressed myself closer to him, tightening my hold around him. His left hand held my back, and slowly interlaced in my hair, while his right hand gripped my butt and pulled me closer to him.
I could feel his bulge growing, evident that he was becoming turned on as well.
A moan involuntarily escaped me making his right hand pull me closer to him. His soft touch made me arch my back, he tugs on my back again and again making me rock my hips on top of him. Our kiss soon heated and I wanted to rip his shirt and that damn black hoodie he's always wearing.
His hands slowly went under my shirt, finding the strap of my bra. His fingers slowly trailed over the fabric making me gasp. God- I wanted him so bad.
"Russ," I whimpered, making him grunt. His lips tugged into a smile as he bit my bottom lip. Our breathes became erratic and my hands couldn't help but pull on his hair slightly.
The door opened, making me jump off him. My eyes wide in shock. His lips were swollen, and if he looked so flush, I was sure my lips looked just as bad, or worse.
"Hey guys, are you ready... oh....sorry." Brandon says and quickly closes the door again.
My heart palpitated rapidly, I was unsure on what to do.
"I ummm, maybe I ... we...should go." I stuttered and was ready to turn and walk away.
He pulls me by my arm, making me stop on my tracks. "Sam? It's fine. Look at me?" He says as I slowly turn around.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to." He says, but to be honest, I did. I wanted to do more, so much more.
"Can we, maybe talk about this later? We should um, go. I'm getting a little hungry." I lied as I became confused by our heated predicament.
He chuckled slightly, getting up from the bed and running his hands through his hair.
"Of course. We'll continue later. Where do you want to go eat? My treat." He says as he slowly gets closer to me.
I made him sit again when I saw him grasping his side. When he took off his shirt, I almost lost it. He was covered in tattoos, but had them well covered up by the long sleeves he always wore and the big black hoodie.
