Apartment 311 ✧NovaHD✧

.25. milkshake

I sat next to James on the living room couch, staring at him sipping on a milkshake.

"I got one for you, too. It's on the counter." He said.

I smiled at him, getting up to grab the vanilla shake. "Thank you." I popped the cherry into my mouth.

He glared up at me, then to the television that was turned off. He tapped his pocket.

"Mmhm. No problem."

I sat back next to him, sticking my thumb into the whipped cream and licking it.

He glared at me again. I winked, licking off more cream.

He huffed out a breath, taking a sip of his chocolate shake.

I smirked, pulling the straw out of the cup to lick as well, now that I knew what I was doing to him.

"Stop doing that!" James hollered.

"Stop doin' what?!" I asked at the same level as him, though I knew what it was about.

"Being all seductive and shit! Stop making me want to wrap my arms around you and hug you forever. Stop making me want to press you against a wall and make out with you for hours. Stop making me want to hear you scream my name in bed." He said, setting my cup down and pinning my hands above my head as he leaned over me.

I let out a shaky breath. "...But what if I want you to do all those things?"

He pressed his lips to mine, positioning himself to hover over my lap. Usually I'm the one doing that. I like the change up. I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling his warm skin. I moved a hand down to palm him through his jeans, enjoying the heavy breath he let out. I could hardly stand the sexual tension anymore, neither could James as he moved to the middle of the couch, pulling me on his lap. He dragged my hips, grinding me against him. He kicked the table back, giving us a bit more room.

"Ride me." James breathed out.

I nodded, my lips brushing his. "Okay."

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I slid my shirt back on, leaning against the armrest of the couch. "So like, you've had other relationships with guys, right?" I asked. I was just curious.

"Yeah, I've had past relationships.. but the sex with them- I don't know, it was meaningless. A pass time activity. Something we did because we knew if we didn't, our relationship would crumble in an instance. Something we did just for the pleasure. But with you," he laughed slightly. "Hell, I can't even explain it. It's like, with you we're not even having sex. We're making love. I can feel the connection between us- both literally and figuratively." I lightly smacked his shoulder with a small smile on my face. Of course he had to make a joke. "But no, seriously." He continued. "I guess I just feel something different with you. Damn, I hope that made sense.."

I nodded. "Yeah, I understand what you mean." I fiddled with my straw in the now empty cup, twirling it between my fingers.

He tapped his pocket again. "I'm gonna go to bed. You comin' with?"

"Uh, yeah, I'll be up there in a minute. I'll let the dogs out first."

"Okay. I'll stay up for you."

"Okay."

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