Chapter: 21- Under The Covers
Friday, December 19, 20**
He took control of the kiss, passion underlying the frantic move of his lips against mine. No matter how much I denied wanting to be with him I could no longer move away from his kisses as I was afraid I was becoming addicted. He pushed me against the wall harder, a gasp leaving my lips as the wall was hard against my shoulders, but as he did so his own body moved impossibly closer to me.
Long ago my arms had moved from my sides and into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as he held one arm against the wall above my head, the other firmly gripping the back of my neck. His lips like always were soft against my own, yet firm at the same time. His kisses reminded me of him in a way, cute and all but underneath they were rough. Wait...did I just admit that Pierce was cute?! I was distracted by the feel of his lips growing firmer against my own, his body practically merging with mine as we grew impossibly closer. I was becoming breathless as my fists tightened on the collar of his shirt, the feelings he ignited in me making me delirious with pleasure.
Soon Pierce was pulling back, smiling at me as his dark gaze filled with...an unknown emotion stared into my dazed expression before he was back, kissing me lightly before his mouth began to trail lower. Down my cheeks, past my chin and onto my neck. His soft lips slowly grazing against the sensitive skin there before he slowly slid his lips against an extremely sensitive spot on my neck. It made me shudder, a small groan leaving my lips before I could stop it and chuckling he looked up at me, his eyes dark as he smirked a little at the effect he was having on me no doubt.
I must of looked crazed in that moment, eyes dilated with passion as my chest rose in steady fast breathes, my hands had moved to the his shoulders, grasping the only thing that could hold me up at the moment and Pierces hands grasped my waist. Biting his lip he cocked his head to the side, staring straight at me, I watched as his glasses slipped slightly down his nose before he must of grew frustrated with them, reaching up and taking them off, flinging them to the dresser half-way across the room.
I stood shocked for a minute, I was used to Pierces glasses, honestly I thought they looked good on him, gave him a less of a...foreboding vibe, but now that they were gone that changed everything. I mean I knew Pierce was handsome, no doubt about it if he wanted he could have any girl he wanted in the school on his arm, but because he either didn't want that or his attitude forbade it he didn't. Without his glasses there to hide it his features became more sharp, his eyes literally making me feel like they could see into my soul as he gazed at me with a expression I still couldn't figure out.
When he went to smirk again I felt as if I would die then and there, without the glasses things were definitely a little more intense, his gaze doing strange things there and I could swear the badboy vibe he had grew in size and so did the overall sexiness he protruded. I barely had time to notice these new differences before once again he was there again, at that one spot, licking, sucking, nibbling and bringing me to my knees as I held onto his shoulders, shaking at the feelings he was igniting within me and praying my legs didn't give out.
I was a moaning mess in his arms as before I could stop, or even predict it, Pierce's tongue came out, slowly licking the pleasurable spot on my neck as he then proceeded to lightly nibble and tease the spot. Immediately a moan filled the room, my hands gently pushing at his shoulders as I felt the smile on his face against my neck. Pulling away from me he looked down at me with hooded eyes, licking his lips as his hands grew tighter against my waist.
"Oh my God Zoe, you don't know just how much you really affect me..." Trailing off he stared into my eyes, watching as I struggled to get my breathing back under control and not collapse right then and there. Thank God there was a wall to hold me up along with him.
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