𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀 ↬ she's your basic, molded into the background, type girl. She does everything she can to stay unseen. The only people she can trust are her friends, but they don't even know about all of her trauma. No one does. She's just...
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It's dead fucking silent in the back seat. My heart is hammering against my chest and I can't even think properly. I glance over at him, then quickly glance away.
I want him, I'm ready and I can't take it anymore. And I know he wants me, he's just scared I don't want him, he's scared to hurt me like I've been hurt before. But I want him. I really do. What can I do to show him that?
I can't bear this, the sexual tension in here is so suffocating I can't breathe. I look over at him, his elbow leaning against the window seal, his hand attached holding up his head. He's so pretty.
So pretty and so hot and, oh, his suit, his hair, I can't take this. I have the uncontrollable urge to put my lips all over his body.
I don't know when he took his bow tie off but he did, and now his shirt is unbuttoned at the top, exposing his chest. I inch a little closer to him and look to him again. That's it, I'm doing something about this.
I've never felt so brave, but the amount of want I have for him has completely clouded my judgment. I need him.
I turn sideways and place my hand on his jawline. He looks over at me, confused, but doesn't have much time to do anything before I pull his face closer and place my lips on his neck, his perfect neck.
I feel his breathing grow irregular under my lips as I continue, bringing my body closer to his. He smells so good I can hardly think.
I feel his hand lightly touch my elbow but he doesn't stop me, so I keep going, littering kisses on his neck.
I sneak my hand up around his jaw and twist my fingers in his soft hair. I pull on it gently, tilting his head to the side granting me more access to his neck as I keep sucking on it.
"Allie," he whimpers.
I smile a little and suck again. Yeah that's definitely going to leave a mark. Perfect.
Slowly, I glide my fingers over him. Over his toned body, hard and fit under my fingers. Down his chest, down to his stomach with his slutty little waist, all the while his breathing remains rapid.
Until, eventually, my fingers reach his crotch, and I feel a bulge in his pants. His breath hitches and I start rubbing my fingers over his bulge. He moans and bucks his hips a little under my touch. I smile and nip at his earlobe.
"A-Allie, Allie stop," he whispers breathlessly.
I place a kiss on his neck."Why," I whisper, continuing to rub with my fingers. He twitches under me. "You don't want this," he groans.
I move my lips from his neck to his ear so that they're barely grazing it. "Asher," I whisper. "I want you to ruin me," I nip at his ear. "Claim me," I place a kiss on his neck.
