My Best Friend's Girl

Twenty Three

*mature/graphic sexual content warning, skip this chapter if it makes you uncomfortable*

for those of you who don't mind, cough cough you're welcome cough cough

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ALEX

My head is spinning and I lose control. I feel it. I can feel myself being slowly torn away and given to him. I lose track of my breathing, my thoughts, even my body. I felt as if my body had floated away and it was just a mere ghost me sitting here kissing this man. In all of life, I have never felt so alive and lost at once. All of the tension, all of the little glances and comments, leading me to this moment. To us. Sure, I want to kick him in the head right now, but I guess this proves theres other ways of relieving tension.

I feel the hand placed on my waist tug me closer to him, pulling my deeper into the kiss. My hands find his neck and I hear him moan into the kiss from my touch alone. The sound itself is angelic, especially knowing that my touch alone could cause him to moan. I felt a pinch in my stomach as I heard him moan once more, while his hands reached into my hair and started to tug. His lips have no mercy for mine, since I'm sure they're already swollen from the roughness of our kissing.

This is so wrong, I know it. This is the guy who left me last summer without saying a word, after two weeks of souls burning nights. The kind of nights that left you sleepless and hungry for more, and we never even had sex. All of those emotions came in a instant back to me the moment his lips touched mine, flowing through my veins. I can't control myself around him, and he sure as hell knows it. We both know we agreed to be friends, I'm the one who keep implementing it. This can't keep happening, but what am I suppose to do? My mind and body become jelly just with his touch alone.

His hands detached themselves from my my neck and waist, slowly sliding down as he feels the curves of my body. His hand that leaves my neck momentarily brushes my breast, before sliding down and both hands grazing my bum. My cheeks feel as if they're being set on fire, my breathing becoming more and more uneven and labored. I feel his body bend down a little under my touch, so he is almost the same height for a moment as his hands reach behind my thighs.

"Jump," He whispers into my mouth, momentarily breaking our kiss and breathing hot breath onto my cheek. He softly places a kiss on the corner of my mouth before passionately kissing me again and tugging on my lower lips with his teeth. My stomach turns and I obey him by jumping into his arms, grabbing ahold of his biceps to steady myself. I lean myself into his chest and feel the hammer of his heartbeat as he tangles his tongue with mine, tasting and searching throughout my mouth. I groan as he squeezes my thighs, my breathing hitching once more as I feel his hardness beneath me. Before I can attempt to catch my breath, he's walking and carrying me to what I presume is my bed. He drops me on the bed and stares hungrily at me for a moment, both of us panting. The ache in my region only grows seeing him like this, dominant and in control. I can't help but think of how sexy he looks, his eyes blazing with passion, hunger and lust, his veins in his arms, hands and neck bulging. His broad shoulders are tensed while his chest moves evenly up and down at a fast pace, God he looks so hot. And what turns me on even more is the fact that I'm the one making him like this.

I know he's probably like this because he's still pissed at me, so maybe this is just a way for him to release his anger. But before I can overthink it even further, he breaks my thoughts and drops me down while grabbing both of my wrists and pins them over my head. His rough and calloused hands move slowly up from my wrist with an aching force, to my hands as his fingers slip through mine and cage them with his to the mattress. He squeezes my hands and I realize just how small I am compared to him, with his hands engulfing mine.