cheerleaders [salvatore brothers]

5

lacey

I got up from the seat and backed away from him. What he was saying was inappropriate, wrong.

"Do you want me to yell rape or something?" I halfway joked.

"Lacey, listen to me." He spoke slowly which made my heat melt. "Like I said before, I like you."

I shook my head and handed his jacket to him. "You don't know me so how could you?"

He tossed his jacket away and walked closer and closer to me. With each step he took I just backed away from him until I felt my back against the door.

"I took one good look at you and I knew that I was taken with you."

I didn't speak. I didn't know what to say because one part of me was scared of what he was saying to me and the other half of me wanted this but I didn't want to trust my voice.

He planted wet kisses on my neck that made me shiver with each touch. "Just tell me to stop and I will." He said in between kisses.

"Fuck." I spoke under my breath but he heard and he smirked against my aching skin. "Mr. Salvatore." I nearly moaned.

His lips parted from my neck and he looked at me. "Call me Stefan."

It was weird being able to call a teacher or even the schools football coach by his first name. "Stefan." I corrected myself. "I'm 16 and you're-?"

"I'm 32."

I gasped softly. "You're 32. And this is wrong. Very wrong."

"You want me. I know you do."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Oh, no. No I don't."

"You didn't tell me to stop."

"What?"

"When I was kissing your neck," He smiled. "You didn't tell me to stop."

"Because you were making me-"

"Horny?"

I bit my lip because he was right. And it made me frustrated that he knew what he was doing to me. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Stefan." I whispered. He looked at me, waiting for me to say something, so I did.

"Kiss me."