Our Secret

[5]

Cerece-

At this very moment, I wanted to drown in my own pool of blood. How can I be so stupid?

Why did I say something like that? I mean he won't possibly get obsessed with me let alone fall in love with me, right? He can't, he seems like the cold type anyways not the soft pussy type.

All I thought about was that stupid bet. I knew I could win it, but I kept thinking about what I promised Fairest. She'll kill me!

I internally sighed. My drive is getting way too high.

I was sitting at my desk in my dorm reading my favorite book. Everything about the book made my legs numb and my breath heavy. The way the guy pleases her are parts I highlighted to come back to when I needed relief because no guy could grant me one.

I heard rustling outside my door and then a knock.  Who could be here this late hour? It's 3 in the morning. I swear to god if it's Lexes I'm shutting the door right in his fucking face.

I peeked through the peephole but couldn't see a face just a chest. A very familiar chest.

Opening the door I was met with beautifully cold gray eyes.

"Marcel? What are you doing here!? It's three in the fucking morning." I tried to keep my voice at a low whisper to not disturb anyone, I honestly couldn't care less if I did but it could lead to expulsion and I don't feel like living with my parents at the moment.

I quickly grabbed his arm yanking him inside, to avoid the risk of anybody seeing him on the girl's side of the dorms, it would get us both in trouble.

He turned to look at me smirking. "I was bored. So I decided to come see you, love.  Appreciate my efforts, yeah? I had to sneak into fathers office to find what dorm room you stayed at, you know?" He looked around, taking his shoes off and making himself comfortable on my bed, hands behind his head and one leg hanging off the bed.

"So you think I was going to cure your boredom? I'm not a game, so get the fuck out! " Standing up on his elbow he examined every feature of my face and body

I wasn't going to force him out, because forcing him out meant me touching him. If I touched him I wasn't gonna let go, not after reading that book.

Dirty thoughts started running through my head making my leg bounce. God, I was impatient.

I sat at my desk chair turning the chair towards my bed, staring him down all while he kept examining me.

The scenes from the book started running through my head. The way he inserts his fingers in her and curves them to reach her sweet spot, the way her back arches at his every touch.

These thoughts made my thighs push against each other.

Marcel's laugh interrupts my inappropriate train of thought.

"What's so funny." I stop bouncing my leg and glared at him.

"Are you wet?" He asked catching me off guard.

"Excuse me?" My glare hardened. He sat up ignoring me. His eyes pointed to my desk spotting the dirty book on my desk.

"Is that your favorite book? You seem to have lots of parts highlighted in it." He says spotting the pink and yellow sticky notes sticking out of the top and bottom of the book.

I quickly picked up the book placing it in its empty spot on my bookshelf. "It's none of your business. Now leave!"

"No." He simply said scooching a bit back on the bed, eyeing me. "I only listen to my orders. So, no I'm not leaving." I groaned.

Why is this guy so annoying!!

"What do you even want?" I asked. I was genuinely curious as to why he decided he wanted to come to my room for me to cure his boredom.

"You, Cerece. I want you." He spotted the flinch my thighs made at his words. "And I know you want me too, love."

"Do you? Is that what you think? Is that what you want? Do you want me to want you?" I made my way to him. I bent down to his eye level placing my hands on his side and my leg in between his thighs, our faces now very close.

Marcel's words awoke and drove something in me. His voice made my insides go wild.

He looked at my eyes and lips in repeat then looked down at my tits that were being covered by my tight burgundy cropped laced pajama top. His breath getting heavier as I felt him get hard against my knee.

He whispers a low yes, waiting to see my next move.

I placed my palm against his hard-on rubbing it. At the contact he let out a low groan, showing he enjoyed the contact of my hand on him over his sweats.

He placed his hands on his sides behind him, his shoulder muscles flexing in the process. I removed my hands from both his sides and replaced them with my knees, placing myself on him.

He positions his hands on my hips, to assure I don't fall. I rock my hips back and forth against him building up the orgasm between my legs.

Marcel threw his head back in pleasure, low groans leaving his lips and moans leaving mine.

God, he's big. I don't even have to see it to know how big he is. My hips start to rock faster as the tension starts to build up. Marcel jerks his hips up wanting more contact than there already is.

He was panting faster and faster rocking his hips in harmony with mine. He's so needy. I slowed my hip movement, watching his reaction go from pleasure to confusion.

Getting up from his lap, I now stood in front of him.

Looking down my eyes meeting with his confused beautiful gray eyes.

"What's wrong, Marcel?" his breathing started to slow down as he realized I was just teasing him. He let out a quick laugh and scanned my body once more.

"You're more of a siren than I thought. Love." Why does he compare me to a stupid siren? My eyebrows raised, and a smirk appeared on my face. 

"Did that cure your boredom?-" I leaned down to his eye level my hands on my knees. "Hmm? Love?" I mocked. The name he called me was kind of hot but I could never admit such a thing to him, though it wouldn't hurt to hear him say it once more.

He smiled at me placing his hand on my chin. "Indeed it did. Fleur." French names now? This guy gets hotter by the second.

Marcel placed a slow kiss on the corner of my lip getting up from the bed he made his way to the door picking up his shoes.

Turning to look at me he said.

"Soon, I'll have you craving my fingers to be inside you while my name comes out of those beautiful lips and your back arching at every movement they make in you. Love." He says it one last time and then proceeds to leave.