Incharge

Chapter 20

Nick Owens

"And I'm putting more clothes on because...?"

"Humour me Gorgeous, clock's ticking. Se está acabando el tiempo."

God, it was hard not to turn around and help Scarlet pull the clothes off her body. Even after already seeing her, she was adamant that I turn around while she changes into the lingerie set I threw at her.

I heard the bed creak, "You can turn around now." Her words barely above a whisper as excitement was getting the better of her.

I turned to see Scarlet with her ass in the air and her breasts pressed against the silk of the bedcovers. Black lines of fabric covered her body and revealed more cleavage than my body could handle. Just looking at her in the position she was in was making me hard.

"Does Thomas mean anything to you?" Every time I had made any advance on Scarlet, I had been shot down because of Thomas. Yet, here she was, on a bed just for me.

"Why? Did you think you were getting something?" A smirk tugged at her lips. That's my thing. She seemed to be quite playful in this moment.

She slipped off of the bed and stalked across the room to face me. As she caught me glancing at her body, the smile only grew larger and more devious. "Whatever I want?"

I nodded at her, "Three minutes since you took so long getting changed."

She huffed dismissively at my comment and continued to look up deep into my eyes. I gazed back into hers, longing to be lost in their iridescent colours forever. Her hand slipped into mine and guided me to one of the armchairs.

"Sit." Scarlet shoved me into the chair and crawled across my thighs to sit on my lap.

The whole situation felt like a dream - one of which I never wanted to wake up from.

Slowly, she began grinding on my crotch and sighing breathless moans in my ear causing the bulge in my pants to only get bigger. Scarlet lifted my top off of me before my hands gripped her hips and pushed her down harder, causing more friction between us. A slight groan escaped me when her lips brushed my jaw line.

"Kiss me." I demanded only to be met with Scarlet's shaking head.

If she was going to be difficult, I would do it for her. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled to reveal the soft skin of her neck. I kissed forcefully, leaving a trail of hickeys leading from the bottom of her ear to the middle of her breasts.

As I continued to kiss her chest, Scarlet let out a loud whine, "I want more!"

Just as I was about to grant her wish and pull her from my lap to the bed, a loud fist pounded on the door.

The door creaked open, only a sliver of disco lights escaping through the gap.  "Fun time's over, you've got a minute to get dressed." Called Kit.

He was going to have an even wider grin than Scarlet when he saw us walk out with our messy hair and hickey covered throats.

Scarlet was hurriedly pulling her dress up over the lingerie set, "It's not yours to keep, what are you doing?"

"Well, no girl is going to wear a set that has been soaked by another." Now it was my turn to smirk.

"Was I that good? Didn't even have to use my fingers to get you dripping?" I asked as I pulled my top over my head.

"Don't worry, it's mostly because I was checking myself out in the mirror. I'm just too hot." Her hidden self-assurance and confidence peaking through again. Always keeping my ego in check.

Kit Davies

Thomas had rejoined the group after leaving frustratedly to grab a drink. He became stiff as Scarlet sat down beside him and tried to make place her hand on his. The angry tension between then was palpable. Not like the rest of them noticed, this drinking game had everyone shit-faced.

This new girl, Sofia, had been asked by the cards to have a shot of tequila every time someone said her name so she and Meghan were in the bathroom as she threw her guts up in the cubicle. I don't even want to think about how long they will be away. Cory was chatting with one of the boys, Andrew, who was interested in playing football again after an injury a few seasons ago.

Emmy's game had come to a halt as everyone got lost in their own conversations - especially Emiline. Harris (Andrew's friend and my fellow dormer) seemed to be very intriguing to her as her mouth hung wide taking in every word.

I lay more deeply into my sofa, kicked my feet up and beckoned Scarlet over. "You're boyfriend is a dick, sit with me for a while."

Scarlet sat by my outstretched legs. "He's not- That wouldn't be a good idea." She finished as her eyes fluttered over to a dancing Nick who was chatting to a group of eager girls.

"You sure? It'll benefit both of us..."

She took one last look at Nick who didn't even seem to notice her and again at Thomas who was too much of a pussy to even speak. With her answer, she crawled across the sofa and sat on my lower stomach.

"You uncomfortable?"

"Nope." I say reaching out to grab her waist and wrap my hands around.

The scene was too much for Thomas as he pulled himself up and left for good. Scarlet looked almost pained and I could feel her pulling away to follow him.

I pulled her back to face me, "Good riddance, okay?"

She nodded but I couldn't focus on her. All I could look at was past her shoulder - Harris pulling Emmy closer to talk in her ear and watching her drunk giggles escape at his words. What was he saying? Was he funny? I can be funny, if that princess would just let me talk to her for more than just party planning.

Scarlet caught my wondering gaze and leaned into my ear, "Would a kiss help the act?"

Since Scarlet had been dating, her mischievous nature had been tame - almost boring. But now, this devious girl was going to kiss me for revenge on Nick? And possibly Thomas - but fuck that loser. If Emmy killed me for doing this, at least she would be the one to do it.

I nodded and pressed my lips against hers. It was nothing invasive. No tongue just holding our lips together until someone said something.

And we didn't have to wait long for some retaliation.

"Kit, move." I could feel Nick's stare pierce through my closed eyelids.

I lifted Scarlet off of me and left in mock defeat, smirking at Emmy as I left our little corner of the club, watching her cheeks go a darker shade of pink.