My Lion. || BXB

chapter fourteen.

kisses. lionel was trailing kisses all over my neck and finally back up to my hungry lips again. he wasted no time in pushing me backwards and flopping me onto the bed. in a swift movement, i was lying on my back with lionel towering over me. the kisses were wet and sloppy, but i didn't mind. a kiss from lionel would always be perfect, i now knew that.

one of his hands trailed up my school shirt adventuring as he pleases while i grabbed his face with my hands and pulled him even closer. the boy was quick, and before i could even register it, he was grinding his lower body against mine.

i'm not quite sure how long lionel and i were occupying that room, seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into multiple and eventually his kisses became slower.
"fuck..." i groaned into his mouth as he bit down on my lip.
he grinned against my lips, "yeah?" his voice was low and tired. but then again, his voice is always low and tired.
"don't stop." i stated, pulling him closer until i was sitting in his fucking lap. bloody hell, i had no dignity left.

by now, we had moved to the edge of the bed with lionel holding me tight in his lap while my head was tilted up and he was leaving hickeys up my neck and jaw. this was wrong, i knew that. but it felt so fucking good.

eventually, much to my dismay, lionel leaned back and stopped kissing me. i frowned at him, and he seemed to laugh at that. "i have to get back to the party."
"back to that blonde slut?" i retorted, and i knew i sounded like a jealous bitch and i absolutely hated it.

lionel grinned at me being so bothered by the girl, "you look more of a slut right now than she does." he trailed a slow hand onto my, now bruised, neck.
"shut the fuck up." i said, climbing up and off his lap, brushing myself down. i patted down my hair in an attempt to tame it. meanwhile lionel sat there smirking at me, i could tell he was enjoying me being so flustered but i certainly wasn't.

"this didn't happen." i said at last. i knew that if this got out my friends would hate me, and i couldn't have that. this was the first time i had ever had proper friends, i didn't want to fuck it up.
lionel rolled his eyes playfully at me, "oh, but it did." he whispered, now also getting up to his feet.
"no, it didn't. nobody can know about this." i said, trying so fucking hard to stand my ground but he was looking at me. he was actually staring at me and my red face, how could i not cave in this moment?

"what makes you think i want people to know about this? i can assure you i don't want this to be public anymore than you do."" lionel mumbled before diving back down and giving me another quick kiss on my lips. i pushed him away, knowing if we started again i wouldn't be able to stop.
"i'm leaving." i stated. my eyes darting between his and his swollen lips, fuck.
"leave then." the boy shrugged his shoulders, "i'm sure it won't be long until you're back."

why did this boy have to be so fucking cocky? but more importantly, why did he have to be so right?

i thought, maybe if i gave in and kissed him once i could just get it out of my system. but now? now i'm only leaving wanting more and more. what is wrong with me?

i snarled at him, but didn't say anything more. i turned on my heel and opened the door, exiting the room. "bye huntley." i heard him say as i was closing the door behind me, and my jaw clenched.

fuck, i need to get out of here.

i raced down the stairs and headed straight for the front door. i heard my name being called behind me, and i think it was freddie but i couldn't be sure. i ignored the voice and completely bolted it. i felt as though i couldn't breathe, the guilt was eating me up inside. my friends would be so disappointed if they saw me right now, i feel like such a terrible person.

i exited the house and stopped outside, kneeling down on the grass trying to regain my breath.
"hunter!" the voice shouted again, and freddie came running out, sitting down besides me. he placed a hand on my shoulder, "are you okay? what happened?" i saw him looking all over my neck and face. i knew he knew.

"i'm a terrible person." i whispered, bringing a hand up to my face, my voice was all high pitched and wobbly.
"no you're not, don't say that." he said, now looking back at my eyes. "it's not a bad thing hunter, many people are like us."
"but why does it have to be him?" i begged, feeling the tears running down my cheeks. "he's horrible, he's a bully and our whole friend group hates him. so why do i feel so fucking obsessed with him? the way he makes me feel, fuck freddie, i've never felt anything like it. what do i do?"

"let me take you home, for starters." freddie said, getting to his feet and then pulling me up with him. i wiped my face with the back of my palm, taking a deep breath.
"okay." i mumbled, "thank you freds."
"of course, hunter. trust me, i've been there. i know what its like." he said, and something about his voice was soothing. it calmed me down knowing i wasn't the only one who felt like this.

but i still felt guilty as hell.