A boyxboy enemies to lovers high-school comedy based in New York city.
𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗻á𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘇, the flirtatious and ridiculously handsome football star quarterback- is both rude and quick tempered, but most concernedly known as the Northside Hi...
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MARCO'S POV
[M stands for mature chapter!]
"You like that, don't you?" I whispered, my eyelids lowered down to his petite frame as I inserted my index finger inside his mouth. He gazed up at me, opening his soft pink lips and nodded.
Soft lips.
They were soft- weren't they? I would know because I've kissed him.
I bend down, slotting our mouths together- and we simultaneously start to move in unison. I can feel a rush of exciting heat steam through my body and to one particular area as my pants began to tighten. I pressed myself against the blond, smirking against his lips as I trapped him against the wall- with no where to escape.
"You act like you hate me..." I chuckle, tugging on his bottom lip, my hands roaming wherever they please.
"I do. Trust me." He replied, letting out a low sexy groan.
"Then fucking act like it." I mutter, inserting my knee in-between his thighs.
The music downstairs blared loudly, masking over our lust for another as our mouth re-connected. My hands ran over wherever they could- his chest, stomach, waist, thighs- oh fuck- everywhere.
We were now on the bed, his hands roaming through my wild locks, as I nipped at his neck, biting and sucking at his sensitive skin as he withered behind me, nothing but sweet moans leaving his mouth. I gazed down at his body and glared at his jeans. "Take that shit off now." I demanded, almost surprised that he still had his clothes on. I looped my hands under his jeans, hurriedly dragging them down from his waist then through his long legs, leaving him in nothing but lacy pink underwear, his aching erection lying beneath.
He suddenly pulled away from me, his hands gripped my biceps- his teeth biting down on his gorgeous pink heart shaped lips.
"I fucking told you so." He said lowly, a now mischievous smirk plastered across his lips as well as a matching twinkle in his eyes.
I felt my stomach do twenty flips just by looking at the sight of him.
I could make fun of him, harass him, be rude to him and boy does he get under my fucking skin- but there was one thing that was undeniably clear: Sebastian Hollister was fucking beautiful.
Blond strands fell in-between his crystal hazy blue eyes, lips parted in awe. Even with make up on- I could still see the freckles dotted across his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose.
I shook my head, almost mad at myself for getting lost in his eyes, entranced by his beauty.
I placed a hand on his neck, bringing his face closer to mine. I bore my eyes straight into his, stripping myself from any kind of emotion- deliberately creating an emotional barrier between the two of us.
