𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 |𝐌𝐱𝐌𝐱𝐌|

13|Exhibitionist

Alex

"Prove it." I challenged him.

His eyes twinled with excitement from beneath me.

He pulled me down and connected our lips, and it was nothing less than passion that coursed between us. I stepped further in between his legs, pressing our bodies impossibly closer, my fingers digging into his waist.

He arched so satisfyingly, and my hand ran up under his shirt, tracing the curves of his back.

Pulling away to take a breath, he released a heavy one, and I attached my lips to his neck, sucking, biting, marking his skin as I pleased.

When I figured he'd had enough time to breathe, I pressed my lips back to his, this time taking it on step further by pushing my tongue inside his mouth, my tongue meeting his with so much need. Need for something more, something we haven't been able to do in a long time.

Grabbing his hand as it trailed up the back of my neck, I forced it flat on the desk. He whined against my lips as I lifted my free hand to his face. Tipping his head back a bit so I could press kisses along his collar bone.

I haven't had time to worship this perfect body as I always did. He must've felt so bad about what I did, I didn't mean to, but seeing him like that, that specific night did something to me.

And this was it, I was going to make up for it, right here and right now.

Parting, I fumbled with the hem of his shirt as he raised his hands so I could pull it off of him and toss it to the floor.

He leaned forward, wrapping his dainty fingers in two of my belt loops. As I kissed a path up to his ear, I stopped when my lips were hovering over his ear.

Feeling him shudder, I smiled. "Do it." I took his earlobe between my teeth, and he groaned, scrambling as he undid my pants.

As soon as the belt was undone, my shirt was off, and we were now skin, or chest to chest, I should say, on my desk, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

Reaching down, to lace my fingers in the waist of his sweat pants, he stopped me by placing his hands over mine.

"Alex,"

"Mhm?"

"The door is unlocked." He said, and I locked eyes with him. His lips swollen, eyes drifting up and down my face and hair messy.

"I thought you liked this?" I asked, and he looked back at the door and turned back to me.

"It's fine," He said, pushing me back a bit so he could stand in front of me. I always loved the fact that he was almost as tall as me. Being with him my whole life made being or even standing next to Bailey, exciting.

Wrapping his arms around my shoulder, he pushed his lips up in a weird way that made me raise a brow.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he guided me around the desk. I blindly allowed this, and we only stopped when the back of my legs hit the couch.

"You took charge our last time. It's my turn now." He said, dragging his hand down my chest, and I looked down at his hands flat against my pecs.

I was pushed, not very hard, but it caught me off guard as I landed on the couch.

Before I was able to process what just happened, Cam was straddling me, and the only thing on my mind was him and this position.

Tiping my head back, I stared up at him through hooded eyes.

"This way, I'm in control." He whispered, cupping my face in both hands, his thumbs running across my cheeks. He dipped down down and connected our lips, and it was nothing like what we were doing earlier.