My desperate endeavor to find my whoever

10) Kinky

Erin

My first day came around in no time. It literally felt like 5 minutes ago that Jenna was meeting us in the airport and I bumped into Alex. As I rolled over in the hotel bed, I grinned at the sight of a sleeping Alex. He's mine. After all these years he's finally mine.

"Such a babe." I smiled.

He always warned me that I should never, under any circumstances, wake him up before 10 in the morning. Not even if the place was burning down. But right now my libido was getting the better of me. I don't normally feel this frustrated around boys when I'm in a relationship, but Alex was just on a whole new level. I literally had to carry a sketchpad with me at all times so I could scribble away my frustrations to stop me from throwing him against the nearest wall. I slid across the bed so I was right behind him, nose almost touching the back of his neck. Gently I placed an arm across his middle and he suddenly flinched in his sleep. I pulled my arm away in shock, thinking I'd woke him up. Instead he simply groaned in his sleep and rolled over to face me, smacking his lips as he snored on.

"Idiot." I breathed, moving closer again.

I gently placed an arm across his middle again. This time he didn't flinch or groan. My small smile grew wider again as I moved closer to him, humming contently as I nuzzled into his chest. I don't care how many times he tells me; I still want to wake him up at the crack of dawn every morning and make sure he knows how much I love him. I got bored of simply cuddling him while he slept, and we had to be up soon anyway, so I started my usual wake up call. I began by trailing kisses up his chest, slowing down when I reached his Adam's apple. He was groaning a lot more now; I smiled. I moved my face to the left a little and worked my way up his neck and onto his check. I dotted kisses all over his face, then worked my way down his neck again. I was at eye level with his skull tattoo; I smirked at the slightly faded love bites around it.

"Another one for the collection?" I murmured. "I think so."

As Alex's eyes fluttered, I knew this was my chance. A gentle kiss soon turned to a rough one, and the next thing I knew, I was sucking and nibbling at his neck, hoping it'd leave a lovely purple mark. As I pulled away, a purple mark that was steadily darkening stared back at me. He opened his eyes.

"You did it again, didn't you?" he grumbled, slapping a hand to his neck.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I smirked, turning away.

"Eriiiiiin..." he whined. "Holy hell, Batman!" I giggled out loud. I glanced into the mirror across the room and saw Alex staring at his phone, stretching the skin on his neck around so he could see the damage I'd done. "There's fucking teeth marks in this one, Erin!"

"Well sorry I can't control myself." I muttered, hoping he wouldn't hear.

"I'm sorry, what?" Great. He was smirking, I could tell. "Is somebody sexu-"

"No." I snapped.

"Period much." he guffawed.

"Bite me."

"Heeeeyyyy you talked American!"

"It's 'spoke', you uneducated tit." I corrected. "Americans..." I added with a tut.

"But I'm British, guvna!" he exclaimed, using his worst 'British' accent.

"So done with you." I sighed, getting out of bed.

"Don't leave me." he pouted.

I sighed. "Alex, we have to leave soon. I don't want you getting in trouble."

"Psh, screw that." Alex said dismissively, sitting up properly. "Flyzik can't leave without me; he knows he can't."

"Remind me which one he is again..." I groaned, hand on my forehead; he'd shown me pictures of everyone in the band and crew and gave me so much dirt on all of them, it was ridiculous.