Lovers But Not Lovers

Chapter 17- Birthday

****Salvatore's POV**
I went to school today with the mental note of the date proposed yesterday by Erica's parents to confirm that I'm not in a relationship with Des.

I go to school today in a black jeans and a hoodie with a white vest and black boots.

My first class was Maths. My favorite subject. I go to class a little bit late probably thirty minutes.

I take permission to enter the class unlike some of my classmates, and was granted.
As I walk to my seat I see my lovely best friend smiling so ever widely at me and wiggling her eyebrows.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I cast her a confused gaze. She just winked in response.

After class, which surprisingly went by fast, she turned her chair to face me.

"So...how is my best friend today?". She said still smiling and wiggling her eyebrows.

"Okay. Des, I don't know what is going on but you're making me scared". I said, apprehensive.

"Oh.. I make the school king scared". She said, smirking.

I licked my lips because I swear, I was already hard. She glanced at my lips and then at my eyes.

We looked at each other and we both came to kiss each in a hurry. She kissed back with so much vigor and I returned the energy.

She found her way to my laps and was now straddling me. I hold her waist with one hand and her hair with the other.

She held the side of my face with one hand and put the other on my shoulder, squeezing my hoodie.

We kissed for sometime and she started moving her hips and I didn't know when I was following her movements.

She moaned in my mouth and as greedy as I was I swallowed it with my kiss. I felt her hand move under my hoodie and under my vest.

She was touching my bare stomach. God, this girl.

I groaned, and bit her lower lip which caused her to moan the more.

I understood that we were in a class that had the door open, not that I minded but I know she hates attention.

I pull away but my forehead rests on hers. We were both panting.

She looked at me in my eyes. She was breathing heavily than before.

"I...I didn't... I didn't mean to". She said. I just smirked.

"Am I that tasteful?". I joked. I didn't want her to think that I didn't like it when we kiss.

"What?". She asked, shocked.
"Yeah. Am I that tasteful?". I asked again.

"Didn't you hear me?. I'm not supposed to kiss you". She said, backing away the more.

"Yeah. I heard but what I understood by that question was that you are sorry that you can't control the urge to taste me". I said, smirking.

"I... I... I'm the one who can't control my urges?". She asked, baffled.

"Yeah. I mean you're the one who is touching my bare body". I said, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

She looked at her hand under my clothes and pulls it out like she's avoiding some kind of plague.

"Don't want me in public?". I asked. She just furrowed het eyebrows.
"I think your pussy says otherwise". I said, bringing her head closer. "Tell me you're not wet?" I said looking into her eyes, my voice, husky.

"I'm.. I'm not". She said with shaky breath.
"Should I check, princess?". I asked, licking her neck.

She moved her head to my shoulders and squeezed my hoodie, her hips going deeper, as if in attempt to rub my duck through the fabrics.