This boy next to my room

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June

"It's too late June, you started so you finish. He repeats with a slight smirk on his lips. I sigh again, I'm sure I'm red of shame and the worst part, is that I know I'm going to regret saying this to him but after what he had just told me, I had to return the favor.

To show him that it's not only him who feels this tension between us.

"We were just having... Well you know ! ; An erotic dream and I know you're going to make fun of me with the rest of them but I couldn't bear to keep it to myself anymore."

When I finish my sentence, I don't dare look at him anymore. I've never been so ashamed in my whole life, he's driving me crazy and I never thought I'd admit it to him.

As I slowly get my heart back to normal, I hear his footsteps coming closer to me, making him slip away again.

But I don't give in. I can't look him in the eyes after admitting that.

"Look at me." He says in a whisper.

He waits for me to comply but nothing, no movement from me.

"June look at me please." He asks again softly. This time I know I have to do it, his voice literally begs me.

And there, I raise my eyes to ink them in his where flames of desire are clearly visible, my heart as well as my body react instantly. I have like an obsessive desire to feel him or to touch him.

Feeling his naked torso so close to mine makes my body quiver, and how fucking devastating this sensation is.

His muscles and neck tattoos are much more beautiful up close and I can see every little detail of them. The light in the bathroom brings out her body qualities beautifully.

I could even replace the nickname 'asshole' that I gave him by Apollo.

"You like what you see ?" He sneers. I immediately look up into his face and shake my head.

My hands cling to the sink behind me, they are all sweaty and wet.

Still staring at him, I swallow as his body closes the little distance between us imprisoning me by placing his hands on the sink. He's glued to me and you can't even imagine how hard my heart is beating, it's about to explode I'm sure.

I can also hear the rapid beating of his and it almost feels as if our two hearts are in sync.

"I wish you could tell me the details of this dream but right now, I just want to taste your lips." He blows so close to my face that I shiver once again.

I don't have the possibility to run away anymore like last night, our two bodies have already passed the event horizon.

A point of no return.

"Will you allow me?"

I nod slowly and his lips move closer to mine leaving only a needle-sized gap between us.

"Ask me to kiss you then." He replies.

I open my mouth but I am unable to say a word, his eyes destabilize me so much. I try to approach him with my face but he backs away before our lips seal.

"Ask me June."

I swallow again.

"Kiss me Connor."

"With pleasure."

And my heart hits me so hard that it feels like it's about to burst out of my chest as it seals our two eager lips. My breath instantly stops and I let it.

His lips start to move and I follow suit, savoring every part of him. I shudder for the umpteenth time as he places both hands on the curve that forms my hips, pushing them further towards him. It's a new sensation, one I've never felt in my entire existence.

It's really stupid because I know that this kiss is only ephemeral and that afterwards, I'll curse myself for having let myself do it, but at the moment, I don't want to stop.

The second thing that inflames me is his body pressed against mine, the way I'm pressed against this sink. I get a rush of excitement when I feel him putting his tongue into the kiss, everything gets hotter. Without controlling them, my hands settle around his shoulders and I run my fingers through his curly hair and gently tug at it. They are soft, incredibly soft.

Suddenly, he breaks our kiss and places his hands on my buttocks before lifting me up and making me sit on the sink. I let him.

He then removes his hands to rest them on my hips and kiss me, I spread my legs to make some place for him.

This time, the kiss is much more intense and sauvage than the first one and feeling him between my legs does not help the excitement that burns in me.

But just when I thought his hands were going to stay still, he starts to move them up to my lower chest, which is moving in all directions because of my euphoric heart.

And finally, when a bump was felt against my intimacy, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of pleasure.

It's pleasantly disastrous.

"Kids, we're expecting you for dinner." A guard growls as he knocks sharply against Connor's bedroom door.

I was right, it was ephemeral.