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(13) Dream For You

(13) Dream For You

I stared at the dark ceiling, fingers numbly touching my lips. They were still tingly, and aftershocks continued to ripple through my body weakly every time I think about the kiss. After we'd come back to the mini-condo, I was all flustered and a light shower of sparks reverberated through my spine every now and then. Kissing Liam was that intense. However, nothing changed. Completely nothing. He acted like our lips hadn't just been on each other's, acted jerkish as usual, and now I'm confused as ever.

Did he like me, or did he not?

He kept sending me confusing signals and it was frustrating. Like while eating dinner, he periodically glanced up at me and every time I would meet his gaze he'd give me a small smile that made my stupid heart speed a little. But then he would send an annoying comment my way and I'd try my best not to throw him the knife nearby.

What were we, exactly?

We kissed. We lip-locked. I pulled him closer, and so did he. But we weren't dating. I couldn't help but wonder if it was just a fling for him, just a simple kiss to pass the time. The thought crumpled my chest. But it felt so real, his lips molded with mine so passionately my knees buckled. Could that be deemed a 'fling'?

But did I really want it to not be a fling? Did I actually want something more? Back when he was kissing me, I wanted it to last. I wanted his lips so bad I swear my chest would've exploded. But right now, through the sparks that periodically nipped at my spine and tickled my lips, the vague feel of his lips on mine, I wasn't sure. Sure, he was undeniably hot, his warm brown eyes stirred those cheesy butterflies in my stomach, and his lips were soft and plump and spark-triggering, but did I really want to give him my all? Was I really prepared to make a stuck-up rich kid my everything?

I was falling for him. Hard. Fast. But I didn't know if I was ready to give him my heart.

My eyelids began to droop, my mind shutting down slowly.

And then, as my brain got clouded with drowsiness, I thought that I wanted more.

•~•°•~•

I woke up to something poking at my cheeks. I groaned and turned to my side, opening my eyes. They widened. "L-liam?"

He gave me a huge grin, showing off those perfectly white teeth that gleamed against the pale moonlight. And even through the darkness, I could make out the brown of his eyes, and the glint of mischief in them. "Hey, Ni," he whispered quietly, his voice strangely husky.

"W-what are you--?" I was cut off by his lips forcing themselves on mine, and I let out a soft hum of approval. Against the external coldness that nipped at my skin, something warm and fuzzy over came my body as the kiss deepened. Liam moved on top of me on the couch, his weight a comfortable burden pressing against me. He used one of his hands to support himself, while the other one caressed my cheeks. My arms found themselves around his neck, pulling him in impossibly closer.

He poked his tongue out and swiped it across my bottom lip, but i didn't part them open. He growled, the sound making a shiver ran down my spine. He rubbed his crotch against mine, and I moaned, which he took as an opportunity to slip his tongue right past my lips. The wetness of his tongue probing my heated mouth turned me on even more. We battled for dominance for a while, but I happily let him take control.

He pulled away, much to my disappointment. Before I could protest though, he began to trail kisses along my jaw, and my mouth immediately shut itself. Each touch of his lips against my pale skin sent a wave of welcomed sparks to ripple through me, and I let out a shy moan when he bit down on to the skin below my ear. He smiled against my skin, and began to suck on the spot. I gasped. "Li . . ." Another moan escaped my lips, this time a bit louder, when he grinded against my groin. He repeated the action, and I felt my dick stiffen in my pants. I could feel his already hard manhood pressing against my thigh, and the thought made me blush, but at the same time want more.