Blood Lust

Chapter 12

Y/n Turner's POV

I thought this day would be so nice and good to me but it turns out that it won't. With Tom leaving me on edge and risking us getting caught. It's just pissing me off.

Because what if I do him like that... maybe suck him off and then when he's about to come I'll stop... completely, or I'll tease him the whole 3 days that we have left in here before we get to go home.

I deserve a payback but before that I need a shower.

After I put my laptop on the night stand I stripped off my clothes just leaving my underwear on.

Opening the door of the bathroom, hearing how silent it was, the whole place feels like nothing.

Stepping in the shower and turning it on, letting the cold water rush to my body, dripping from each curves that I have.

I let it cool me down or at least help me cool down but for some reason it didn't do that much because I still feel hot. And this is his fucking fault.

I turned the shower off, my hand slowly going down on me, slowly going in between my thighs and going up and down my slit.

Gently applying some pressure on my clit massaging it in circles imagining that it was him, his fingers touching me.

Trying to imagine the way he would kiss me, from my jaw down to my shoulders, him leaving his marks on my skin... the burning feeling of it just to be soothed by his wet kisses that goes back to my lips.

The taste of his pink lips in mine. The warmth of his hands gripping on me and possible his hips going back and forth on me, grinding his crotch in between my thighs adding friction to what my fingers are giving me.

A slight moan escaped my mouth but I didn't care, it's just one then became two... but no one's gonna here me.

I let all the moans out as the pleasure becomes harder and harder to contain, it's like one more contact and I'll start dissolving.

<Y/n, you know I can fucking hear you.> Tom shouted just outside the bathroom door.

And with that I got an idea, since he loves how my moan sounds, that it turns him on with the slightest bits of it then I might give him something to listen to.

I continue working on myself, my fingers going in and out of me and my thumb massaging my now so sensitive clit.

<Oh fuck...> I moaned quite loud making sure he hears it. Making sure he hears even the tiniest breaths that I will let out of my mouth.

The pace of my fingers getting faster as Tom knocks on the door. Not stopping a bit meaning what I'm doing is working.

And with a few movements of my fingers I finished and just helped myself through my high.

After it I opened the shower and let the cold water wash the heat I am feeling and this time it worked.

As I turned the shower off I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my body, looking at the mirror and tried drying my hair for a bit before opening the door.

I opened it and got greeted by Tom who's standing infront of me now, one hand leaning on the door frame, his eyes locked on me with him breathing heavily and wow...

I can see his length bulging through his pants, he looks so hard right now. After seeing him I looked up to him with doe like eyes.

He just stared back at me, his pupils blown and I can sense and see the lust in his eyes while he graze my whole body with his stare.

<Oh Tommy you're hard?> I asked stepping a bit closer to him trying to act all good and sweet on him.

<Obviously darling.> He replied through his gritted teeth while I was holding back a smile.

I came closer and my face inches away from him, our lips nearly touching but I went to his ears.

<So hard.> I whispered in the most seductive way while my hand cupped his hard on making him gulp and release a sigh.

I pulled away and headed to the bed, sitting on it and putting my panties on... slowly.

After I pulled it up above my knees I stood and pulled it more up. Taking the towel off and turning my back on him while I put my bra on purposely doing it in slow moves.

<You know watching is bad.> I stated after I heard him let a groan out.

I faced him while I fix my bra and got a smile in my face when his eyes widened... I slowly put on his shirt and continued drying my hair.

His shirt falling right above my upper thighs letting some of it exposed so I just put on my underwear... laced underwear.

<Wait where are you going?> He asked pulling me against him and taking some steps back till the bed hit the back of my legs.

<To the kitchen because I'm hungry.> I replied and went out of the room heading to the kitchen.

Throwing some bread on the toaster and getting some juice out of the fridge while he watched me do it.

I can feel his eyes on me so I decided to do things quite... flirty? If that's what it's called. In every walk I sway my hips a bit and made sure to bend down a bit so he can see my underwear.

It's pretty funny to think that everytime I do that he lets out a groan. Maybe I should give him what he wants so he won't be stubborn but no I had better plans in my head.

After eating my food I found Tom sitting on the couch and on his phone. He didn't even looked at me as I passed by and sat next to him.

I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on and just got into position. Yawning and stretching a bit, my shirt being lifted when I'm stretching and me, letting out a sigh or a moan everytime I do that.

And that makes him tense up everytime... making him harder and harder to the point where his bulge is so visible from his shorts.

<Tommy?> I called and he just hummed not looking at me so I just put my hand on top of his thigh and said his name again. This time he just looked at me.

<You want me to take care of that?> I asked licking my lower lips and looking at his now so hard length.

After that question he had this grin on his face, his eyes light up and he looked deep into my eyes giving me a smirk before nodding as I got into position.

I slowly got my hands moving up and down his thighs teasing him a bit more as he lets out groans and tilted his head back letting it fall back to the couch with his eyes closed.

<Oh it's Haz!> I said as soon as my phone rang. Standing up and taking a few steps he stopped me holding me by my wrist with the look of irritation on his mind.

<Come on darling it's probably not important.> He stated still holding me by the wrist as I let the phone rang for a moment.

<And what if it's important?> I asked and he looks pissed off now. He was mumbling whispering some things to himself. It's gonna be a fun day.

And I'm not gonna waste a bit of it...