Consider Me

Chapter Nineteen: Lily

"Yes," Goosebumps spreads on my body like a second skin as Lucas traps me on his lap. Warm hands tightens around my waist and I resist gasping but his one pull brings me closer to his waistline and I feel his hardness pressed beneath me. 

"I'll suggest you to not lie when your sitting on my lap, Lily," his hold against my throat threatens to unlock a desire I didn't realize I carried inside me. 

"I am not-" he pulls my face closer until our foreheads touch and we inhale each others breaths. 

"Another lie," he whispers and tilts his head, brushing his mouth against my cheek. I grip his collar and close my eyes. Oh god, what is happening? "You say you don't like me but then you enjoy being pressed to me. What do I take this as baby?"

A hand moves from my waist down to my thighs leaving a trail of tremors on their wake. Lucas brings the tips of his fingers near the hem of my skirt and makes soft circles on my skin. I get relaxed and tensed at the same time, my body melting against my will. 

"Hmm, if this is how you react to my touch I'll have a hard time staying away from you,"

"Why are you so annoying?" I move my hand from his chest and grab his hair. With an effort of an ant moving a crumb, I pull his face away from me and push him back until there's enough room between our faces to talk, "Stay there,"

He shows that irritating smirk while his fingers continue to make circles near the hem. It's both torturous and maddening. I want him to lift my skirt and move his hand inside but at the same time, the thought of him actually doing it scares me. 

I promised myself I stay away from him but he's really making this hard for me. 

"You look mad, Lily," he says with a grin. 

"That's because I am. I told you we're in school and this is inappropriate,"

"If we weren't at school would this be okay for you?" 

I don't answer, "You came here to see my hickey, isn't it?"

"I came here for a distraction," he says, slightly clenching his jaw. "Which you successfully gave me,"

I stare at him for a couple of seconds. The logical part of me says this is personal and I shouldn't pry while the part that is slowly losing self-control wants me to ask him questions that'll definitely worsen his mood. 

I go with neither and unbutton my shirt from the top. Lucas's eye drop to my neck as he removes his grip from around my throat giving me space to open my shirt. With every button, his gaze darkens and my breath turns heavy. I am relying solely on the mantra I am repeating inside my head to not freak out and just show him the side where he gave me the hickey but as more buttons are opened and my skins starts to show, I am reminded of his lips, their soft feel on my collarbone before he moved upwards and sucked. 

When I saw the mark last night in my bedroom mirror, I was so turned on that I masturbated and came in less than thirty seconds. I never do that when mom is in the house but I badly needed a release. I was horny and angry at Lucas for making me want this. 

The picture I imagined while my fingers suffocated around my pussy was of Lucas. His eyes, those lips, his hands around me. Everything that shouldn't control my intimate release but did. Strongly until I found myself limp on my bed, unable to move or think. 

I told myself that's the last time I'll allow him to get near me but look what I am doing now. Since I couldn't finish my homework yesterday, I thought I'll do it today in the library but halfway to that, my worst daydream and best nightmare presented itself and distracted me.