I'd choose you

15. God Veronica

His hands are everywhere, in my hair, gripping my waist, behind my neck. He is gripping my neck tightly making low moans come out from the back of my throat. My dream was coming true, I am probably going to fuck Ethan Robinson. The me from four months ago hates myself. But his hands feel so soft against me, as I wrap my legs around his waist, his tongue dancing with mine.

I just wanna stay like this forever.

I can feel his tongue twisting with mine, dancing softly. He is dominant, he is taking over, I'm simply following his movements. I still can't believe we're doing this. My back is hitting the elevator's wall, it's scratching my back, but right now I quite don't give a fuck. I swear to god, all of my fingers could fall out in this moment and i'd still not give a fuck because Ethan Robinson is making out with me at the moment.

I can feel the air in my lungs finishing slowly, it's consuming itself. Ethan catches my bottom lip in his teeth, a low moan comes out from the back of my throat. My eyes roll to the back of my head, until I remember that we are in an elevator. And anyone could report us for blocking the elevator without a good reason, well to me this seems like a great reason.

"We can't have sex in an elevator" I breathe out against his lips. His eyes are open, looking at my face, moving from my lips to my eyes constantly.

"You're right" he mumbles, before letting me fall back down until my feet touch the ground. I feel cold, empty without his touch. He is walking to the buttons of the elevators and he just pressed a button and now we're moving. When I step near him, I notice how tall he is when he has to lean as if he was talking to a baby to be able to whisper in my ear. He isn't that tall, it's just the fact that I'm not wearing high heels.

"That doesn't mean that this is over" he whispers in my ear and kisses the spot just below my ear making me moan and letting shiver form down my spine.

This man could make me cum just by looking at me.

He is grinning when I look at him, and he is grinning as we make our way out of the elevator, his hand is on my lower back making me feel warm. I can feel a thousand pairs of eyes staring down at us, but the ones that burn the most are the one of Kat, staring at me. I smirk walking with him on my left knowing that I'm the only one that we'll be sleeping with him tonight.

The parking lot seems so far away tonight, so far that even Ethan is trying to accelerate his steps to reach his car earlier. My car will be left down here tonight, but I don't really mind.

I can feel the tension building up as he drives down the dark roads of Boston, the only lights are the one of his car as he keeps accelerating, his forearms are tense as he presses his hands on the steering wheel, I can see his veins popping out any moment now because of how tight his grip his against that poor steering wheel, his knuckles are white. I'm wondering how long this guy has been wanting to fuck me. For me it has been around, let's see, around three and a half months of throbbing core and restless nights waiting for him to miracoulsy show up at my front door to fuck me against the kitchen's island.