[1] Midnight Lips | Ghost

𝐂𝐇. 27

VALENTINA
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     A laugh crept out of me when Simon gripped my thighs and lifted me with him as if I weighed nothing. The action of wrapping my legs around his torso made something to me, and I couldn't help but cling onto him. I laid my head on his shoulder and inhaled his rich, spicy scent, while he walked down the corridor. And God, he did smell really good, like he just got clean out of the shower.

We got lucky and I was glad that we didn't encounter anyone on our way. When we got to the hallway of our dorms, Simon opened the door to his room and slammed it closed with the back of his foot. He stood in the middle of the dark and I couldn't see anything but the glint in his eyes.

I let my legs fall from his waist and focused on the dark circles that were his eyes–eyes, eyes. I wished I could see his face, his expressions, his lips. And I knew he had told me that I'd never get to do that, but my hands were right there and before I could stop myself, they were already gripping the edge of his mask.

His hands shot out and my heart skipped a beat. His hold was tight and it was starting to hurt. But then it loosened, and he gently pulled them away and backed me up until the back of my knees touched his bed. He didn't let go either when he pushed me back and fell on top of me, one knee between my thighs and hands pressing my wrists to the mattress above my head.

I felt his muffled breath hovering over my ear. "How many times do I have to say it, the mask stays on, darling." He pinned my wrists together in one hand, his free making its way down my arm to grip my cheeks. "Understood?"

"Yes," I breathlessly said. Not that I would have been able to see anything. Still, a wave of disappointment washed over me.

Simon's touch went missing as he pulled away from me. Being in the dark made me nervous all of a sudden, and goosebumps grew on my skin. My eyes were still adjusting to the dark and now I could make out Simon's silhouette, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to see every inch of him.

I leaned on my elbows and opened my mouth, but with a soft click, Simon turned on the light coming from the nightstand, and it was as though he was reading my mind.

I exhaled and fell back after dismissing my shirt on the floor faster than I'd ever done before. I found Simon's eyes on me already, looking down at my body and taking everything in, and it felt as if he was touching me with his bare hands. My body lit up in fire. My spine arched, pushing my breasts out, and I really wished he was actually touching me instead of just looking.

So I smiled lazily and told him, "Come here, handsome boy."

His eyes lit up with a spark as he tilted his head. Simon looked confused, amused, and drowned in lust all at once, and I think it just won second place on the list of looks he gave me. He threw his arm over his head and gripped his shirt off his body. His muscles flexed and he looked so exquisite I was tempted to trail my tongue down his perfect, hard abs. He threw his shirt away and crawled toward me until his face was above mine and his lower body was welcomed between my legs.

"Boy?" he asked, his voice huskier, "Do you think this is very boyish?" He gripped my thigh and pressed his hips against mine. I could feel every inch of him, every hard line of his cock on my still-covered pussy, and I had to bite down on my lip to swallow a moan. "The things I will do to you tonight, do you think they come from a boy?"

Oh, God. I shook my head, and couldn't find the words to tell him how manly he was.

Simon chuckled, "Thought so."

The handsome man in front of me sat back on his knees again and undid the buttons of my pants, pushing them down my hips and off my legs, along with my panties, never taking his eyes off my body. It came to me, right then, that he didn't have to do anything to turn me on. He only had to caress me with those honey-brown eyes and take the breath right out of my lungs, soon he'd have me panting for him.