Noa

thirty

PT. 2 OF THE DOUBLE UPDATE! MAKE SURE YOU'VE READ CHAPTER 29 FIRST!!!————————————————

"I love the smell of gasoline
I light the match to taste the heat
I've always liked to play with fire
Play with fire" ————————————————

A nice lady named Claudia was here taking my measures  for the dress I'll wear to the ball this morning. I'm still not sure what the dress even looks like, but Jaxon said they'll take care of it. I trust they won't make me look like a rat wearing a trash bag.

She just about left so I make my way downstairs, not knowing who decided to stay home with me today. I'm feeling like I want to annoy somebody today. Maybe do something else who knows.

I reach the bottom of the steps, looking up and see Kieran standing near the kitchen counter, staring down at his phone. I walk up behind him, utilizing my special spy skills, before jabbing him in the ribs with my fingers. His body moves quickly to the opposite side, trying to get a way from my fingers. I laugh evilly, moving further into the kitchen and away from him.

I open up the container of brownies Elijah made for me the other day, picking one up and beginning to chew it. Elijah's brownies taste like heaven. I don't know what he puts in these, but whatever it is, it works. I turn around and see Kieran staring at me intensely.

I decide to make conversation, "Did you water the plants already?"

I showed him how to take care of the plants a few days ago. Though he was pretty pessimistic about it and hated doing it, he got the hang of it very easily. Not like it's a hard things to do anyway.

He stalks toward me slowly, until he's standing directly in front of me. He grips my hips and I stare up at him, waiting for an answer while still munching on my half-eaten brownie.

"Yes." Man of few words, he is.

I nod and see his head begin to slowly dip down towards mine and I can see he wants a kiss. One of my new favorite things is not giving Kieran kisses when he wants them. Don't get me wrong he's a amazing kisser, but it's so funny when he gets grumpy after I withhold kisses from him.

So, instead of pressing my lips to his, I take the brownie that I was chewing and show it in his mouth. His face immediately falls into a scowl, hands falling from my hips and walking away from me.

I try and keep my giggles to myself as I watch him go back to whatever he was doing on his phone, frown still clad on his face.

Another idea springs into my mind. I might regret it later, but now it just sounds like nothing but fun. 

I go to the dining room, picking up a chair and bringing it back to the kitchen. I place it behind him.

Stepping up on the chair and placing my palms on his shoulders, I speak, "Don't move, okay?"

"What are you doing now-"

His fed up voice is cut off when I place my arms around his neck and legs around his waist, forcing him to give me a piggyback ride. His large hands come to support the back of my knees, holding me up.

I begin my game. I move one of my hands from where it rested around his neck, bringing it up to run through his hair. My fingers rake through his soft hair slowly and sensually.

I let my lips fall closer to his neck, still running my fingers through his hair. I let out a soft breath against his neck, seeing small goosebumps form on it once I do.

"Kieran." I let out a breathy whisper down into his ear.

"Yeah?" He whispers lowly at almost the same volume as me.

Moving my lips away from his neck and pulling my hand out of his hair, I step back down onto the chair behind me, so I'm no longer on his back.

"You should really tell me what shampoo you use because you're hair's really soft." I say at normal volume again, as if nothing happened.

Getting off of the chair and walking into the kitchen, I hear Kieran's footsteps behind me. I get to the fridge when he turns me around, pressing me against it. He brings his hand up to my face putting my hair behind my ear.

He bends down and speaks into it slowly, "I don't know what game you're playing, but trust me when I say you don't want to play with me. I always win."

Oh, but I do want to play.

He picks his head back up to look me in the eyes. I give him a smirk, turning around so my back is now pressed up against him. I pull open the drawer to the freezer, bending over and pressing my ass against him. I can feel he's hard as I grab the ice cream, before closing it and turning to face him once again.

I look at his face to see a lust-filled expression, his mouth hanging slightly open. I place my hand on his chest, patting it twice before moving over to the counter.

Peeling open the lid to the ice cream, I spoon some out of the container, putting it in my mouth. He's still standing exactly where I left him in front of the fridge, only now he's looking my way. Making eye contact, I pull the spoon out of my mouth slowly. Sticking my tongue out I lick the spoon clean, maintaining eye contact.

In a blink of an eye he's in front of me again, grabbing my chin in between his thumb and index finger harshly  before speaking, "I'm being nice right now, but if you don't stop, I'll have no choice but to be mean. Do you want me to be mean, baby?"

That's exactly what I want. Am I crazy for saying that?

I don't respond to him, instead scooping up some more ice cream onto the spoon. This time though, when I bring it up to my lips I purposefully make a mess. Putting the spoon down, I look up at him. I bring my thumb up to my bottom lip, wiping away the ice cream off it and putting my thumb into my mouth, sucking the ice cream off gently.

He watches every single one of my movements intently, and I swear his eyes darken every second he stands there staring at me.

That was his breaking point.

He grips my hips and turns me around so my back is pressed against his chest. He grabs my throat, bringing my head back so it's pressed against his chest as well. The hand he has on my neck makes my core throb. Oh, I'm so turned on right now.

I hear him grit out in my ear, "You wanna act like a tease? Fine, I'll treat you like one."

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1156 wordssmut next chapter is *chefs kiss*- A :)