tease you // shane mccutcheon

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never was addicted to you, neverrr~

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Oh my god. I caught Shane staring at my chest multiple times, but she never noticed I caught her. Something about it being her that was looking made me feel some kind of way, but it wasn't a bad feeling at all. Sometime during the car ride an ache had formed in-between my thighs, only getting stronger whenever Shane did anything. Whenever I heard her breathe, speak, tap the wheel, glance at my chest.. her stare was addicting, and I just wanted more. 

Fuck Ricky, why are you thinking like this? You probably don't even like girls anyway. 

"Hey, somethin' wrong?" 

I glanced at her and looked away quickly, squeezing my thighs together tightly and hoping she didn't notice. I let out a small 'Mm-mm'. 

"Alright," She responded before placing her hand on my thigh, keeping the other hand on the wheel. She tapped the wheel but only with her middle and ring finger. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm the aching sensation in-between my legs. 

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We finally pulled up to a club, and I glanced over at Shane. 

"Still okay with going?" She asked, squeezing my thigh.

I suppressed a gasp, "As long as you don't abandon me in the middle of here."

She let out a breathy laugh, getting out of the car. I was about to open my own door until I heard it click open. Shane stood there holding it open for me, waiting for me to get out. I cleared my throat and thanked her with a grin, slowly stepping out of the car. 

As she was reaching inside the car to grab something, I bent down to fix my shoes, making sure they wouldn't come off or anything inside the club. A random guy walked past, reaching his hand out to smack my ass. 

"What the hell, dude?" I shot up quickly from my shoes.

A smirk formed on his face, "If you didn't want me to smack your ass, you shouldn't have been acting like a prostitute, lady."

"Suck my dick, asshole-"

An arm snaked around my waist, gripping my side tightly. My breath hitched, and she spoke.

"Is something wrong, babe?" Shane said, staring daggers at the guy. Babe? I watched the guy scoff and roll his eyes, walking away with a beer in hand.

I sighed and stared at Shane, "Are you my guardian for the night now?"

"If you want me to be," She let out a laugh, making my heart beat a little faster than normal.

Shane's smirk slowly faded, her eyes travelling down my face. I just stared at her while she stared at my lips.

I cleared my throat, slithering out of her arm, "Come on, Shane."

I quickly sped off, hearing her steps not so far behind. Holy fuck, what was that?

The air suddenly felt colder without Shane's arm wrapped around me, but she was right behind me in no time. We stood in the line, the line barely moving.

My hand reached into my pocket, feeling around. Shit, I forgot them in the car. I leaned my head against the wall, groaning slightly.

"Looking for these?"

I looked up to see Shane holding a pack of Marlboro's.

"Shit, Shane. I love you so much right now." I said with a laugh, grabbing them out of her hand. She grabbed her lighter out of her pocket.

"I'll light it for you, since you did last time. But only if you let me have one."

I slipped another out of the container and placed it in-between her lips. She smiled, not letting it fall out of her mouth. Her thumb flicked the lighter a few times, finally lighting up. She lit hers, then went over to light mine. The lighter blew out, and she tried flicking it again, but it was no use. It didn't light.