Locked Up – Chapter Twelve
Lily Brooks
"Lily!" His weak moans filled my eardrums as I kissed down his neck, making sure to leave some hickeys. I ran my hands through his wet hair, tugging it slightly in desperate need to hear the beautiful sound of his groans echoing through the room. The warm water of the shower rained upon us as I kept sucking on the skin of his neck, his body pressed in between the wall and my chest.
An animalistic growl erupted from his throat as his hands found my waist. In one swift movement, he had turned us around, pushing me up against the wall. He held me up by leaning his knee against the wall, his thigh in between my legs to create friction against my private parts.
"What do you think you're doing, huh?" he hummed, his longing eyes boring into mine. "Do you think I would just let you leave hickeys all over my neck?" His face grew closer to mine, making my heart beat ten million times faster than before. "Hmm?" My breath got caught in my throat and I quickly shook my head. His eyes seemed more intimidating than ever, tinted in a dark shade of brown.
"You're right. I wouldn't," he grunted. His hands found the top of my shirt and he ripped it apart in one swift movement, revealing my bra. I gasped in shock, but didn't get time to respond properly as he grabbed ahold of my bra, yanking it apart in the front before pushing both articles of clothing down my arms, leaving me bare from the waist up. A rush of liquid flowed out of my body in response and within seconds, by whole body was trembling with desire. Somehow, I found his aggression a major turn-on.
His moist lips hugged around my left nipple, sucking slightly which caused me to arch my back in surprise, pressing our crotches together once again. His teeth slightly pulled on my hardened nub in response. I cried out while he groaned, gripping my hips to hold me still. His hands then traveled upwards, cupping my breasts to massage them. He ran his thumb over my right nipple, giving it as much attention.
"Fuck, you're so sexy," he rasped, looking up to catch my gaze. "And you're mine. You're all mine." His hands ran left my breasts and ran down my stomach to my shorts. He unbuttoned them easily and his hand delved inside, cupping the crotch of my panties.
"Tim!" I moaned, encouraging him to continue. He removed his knee from in between my legs, allowing me to stand up as he pushed my shorts to my ankles before skimming the waistband of my panties with his long, talented fingers, teasing me. "Please, do something!"
A smirk made its way to his face, his fingers suddenly dipping lower, going straight for my clit as soon as he had me trapped against the wall again. I yelped out in pleasure as strong shockwaves ran through my clit, his touch setting my body on fire. I opened my legs even more and hooked one around his waist, causing Tim to smirk in satisfaction.
"Oh, look at you. Innocent, little Lily is not that innocent after all."
He rubbed the fabric of my underwear up and down my slit, creating an incredible amount of friction. I could barely concentrate as my hands tugged at the hem of his shirt, indicating I wanted it off his flawless, strong body. Tim, however, was too busy pleasuring me, keeping his gaze focused on my pleasure filled face. "Tim.." I whined as I slipped my hands under shirt, enjoying the feeling of his hard abs.
"What?" he whispered, even though he knew damn well what I wanted. By fingers trailed from his navel to his crotch, caressing the hairs of his happy trail that looked so sexy on him.
"Take it off," I whispered back against his lips. A short silence fell as he kept circling my clit with his thumb, making my juices ooze out of me. I'd never experienced such a strong arousal and I wanted him to give me everything he got.
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Locked Up
Romance[UPDATED WEEKLY] Teenagers all have one thing in common: their hormones are raging. Some teenagers can control them, others don't. Those others being the popular high school sweetheart Lily Brooks and the bullied nerd Tim Macer. One thing is certain...