I Don't Mind

Chapter 25

Derek's POV

Adrian's lips are on mine. 

I repeat, Adrian's lips are on mine. 

He cupped my face, stood up on his tippy toes and kissed me. It threw me off so hard at first, but I accepted it and cupped his face back. 

"DeShaun's not here right now, he's breaking up with his girlfriend," I tell him. 

"No sex though, I don't want that." 

"Of course, of course, Adri, anything you want." 

"Okay." 

I fumble around with my keys, Adrian's hands wrapped around my neck now, watching me lose unlimited amounts of aura and ruining what was a great vibe. I finally find the right set of keys and unlock the door. I put my keys back in my pocket and put my hands on Adrian's waist, kissing him again. 

"God, you're fucking gorgeous, Adri. Holy shit, you're so fucking gorgeous," I tell him and he pulls away and looks at me in disbelief. 

"I am?" 

"Yeah, no shit you are. Look at you. Oh my God, I can't believe I made it this far without asking to kiss you." 

"You really li-" 

I stop him from talking by pulling him closer to me and kissing him hard, but also sensually. He groans into my mouth, and I can't tell if it's in discomfort or if he enjoys it. 

"You okay?" I ask. 

"Yeah. I'm uh, I'm great," he says, brushing hair out of my face before slamming his lips back onto mine. He's standing on his tippy toes and might be uncomfortable because of that. 

I pick him up and sit him down on my bed. I sit down next to him and pull him onto my lap, kissing him more and more. The only thought going through my mind is Adrian, Adrian, Adrian, and more Adrian. More Adrian is all I want. 

His hands find their way under my tank top, massaging my muscles and feeling every ridge between my abs. 

"How do you have so many abs," he mumbles into my mouth. 

"I work out a lot." 

"Is that why you got terrible grades in senior year." 

"No, I got good grades," I counter. 

"Okay. Can I touch your chest?" 

"Yes, don't even ask me," I answer. He pulls away and I watch in adoration as he feels up my shirt. He's so gorgeous. I can't handle this right now, this is really killing me. 

"I'm really confused how you worked out so much," he says, softly grabbing my pec. 

"I just put a lot of work in. You can do it too, it won't be that difficult. You already have a good body." 

"Can I kiss you again?" he asks. 

"Don't even ask, just do it." 

Adrian leans down and kisses me again, electricity again flowing through me. His hands are still up my shirt, sending chills through my body as he massages my muscles. He shifts his position so he's straddling me now, and he continues to kiss me. It's sloppy, it's a little bit chaotic, and neither of us are experienced kissers, but it doesn't matter to me at all. It's motherfucking Adrian, I don't care if he's not a good kisser. 

"Goddamnit, Adri, you have no idea how crazy I've been going recently," I mumble into his mouth. 

"I've been going crazy too," he says, his hands now gripping my own waist.