meet me at midnight.

29.

On the 29th August, Desiree sent me a text saying she wanted to arrange a meet-up the next day. Apparently she had urgent news and demanded that myself, Sadie, Aubrey and Zara meet her at Coppola on West Street. She wanted traditional Italian coffee and that was where we had to meet her. She'd also asked that we meet her fairly early at around quarter to eleven.

That night I set my alarm for half eight so I could be up in time to catch the bus into the outskirts and get the subway. Unfortunately, when my alarm blared at half eight, I really didn't want to get up. It was an unusually chilly morning and I wanted to stay in bed.

I smiled into my pillow when I felt Josh move closer, hugging me. I reset the alarm for nine and dropped back to sleep. The alarm woke me again at nine and I whined into the pillow. I needed to get up now or I never would. Desiree would be annoyed if I didn't show, and I'd be anxious if I was late. I went to move, but Josh's arm tightened around me.

"Goin' somewhere, little mouse?" He asked, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.

"Meeting Desiree at quarter to eleven," I said. "I need to get some breakfast, shower and get dressed real quick."

"Gonna leave me all on my own." Josh said.

"Not for long," I giggled. "Just have to meet her and then I'll be straight home."

"Gonna leave me like this." He said.

"Like wh-" I started to ask, voice breaking when he pulled me against him, pressing himself into me.

I could feel him through my pajamas and through his boxers. My mind and resolve weakened a little at that. I squeezed my thighs together. I heard him exhale a laugh against my neck. A startled squeak left my mouth when his left hand slid under me, fingers traveling under my pajama top and cupping one of my breasts. My resolve weakened further. I moaned softly as his thumb teased around my nipple. His other hand moved down the front of my pajama shorts, stopping when he noticed my legs were squeezed together.

"C'mon, little mouse," Josh murmured. "Untense your legs for me. Let me feel how wet you are for me."

"Gotta...oh my God." I protested, breaking into a whine when he pinched my nipple.

My legs untensed and his hand slid under the fabric barrier, finding me soaked. His fingers teased along my folds, dipping in sporadically, enough to make me whine in frustration. I gasped when he teased around my clit and then slid his fingers back along, dipping into me. My hips spasmed against his hand, seeking friction.

"There we go, little mouse," He murmured, biting along my shoulder and up to my neck. "Want me to let you cum?"

I started to speak and his fingers made contact with that spongy area within me and I let out a moan instead. He stopped moving his fingers and I whined.

"It's kinda rude to ignore me, Daisy." Josh said, and I felt him smirk against my neck.

"S-sorry," I whispered. "J-josh, please."

His fingers continued moving, sliding in and out at an almost lazy pace and my breathing deepened as pleasure surged through me again. His name left my lips again on a breathy moan.

"That's it, little mouse," He said, breath fanning my ear. "Love the way you say my name. Could make you scream it."

I definitely had no doubt about that and I whined when his hand left my breast, moving up to grip my throat, squeezing slightly. I tilted my head slightly to look at him. Blue met brown and he pressed me closer when our eyes met.

"H-have to leave soon." I whined, and Josh smirked.

"You look like you're tryin' really hard to leave, little mouse," He said, eyes piercing into my own and punctuating the statement by pressing his fingers deeper into me, making me cry out. "Gonna have to decline that leave request."