His Substitute [RESTRICTED]

[RESTRICTED] Childhood Friends?!

Tyler pulled her hair back, tight. And that same, his usual roguish grin crept across his face. Nicole couldn't help but smile as he pressed her against his body, his hand curled around her waist. He was teasing her. Every time she moved forwards to kiss him, his finger pulled her hair back again and again until, eventually, she gave up. At least she pretended to. As soon as he lessened his grip, she pounced. Her hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling him towards her. So he gave in. Well, he kissed her but he by no means gave up his dominance.

Heavy, hot kisses raced faster and faster, each one deeper than the next. She couldn't help it, she was feeling warm, all over, and her hands darted from his scruffy hair to his back, ripping off his jacket, pulling at his top as he pushed her further against him, so close that her breasts were pressed against his chest. But before her lips could form the words, "you pervert" he had pulled her skirt down to her thighs, his own lips twisting into a boyish smile even while she kissed him.

So she started to have a bit of fun herself, pushing him away so that she could pull up and off his shirt, moving her hands to his back. His muscles rippled under her hot palms. But he wasn't pleased that she'd pushed him away. He guided her backwards onto his bed, his lips moving, gliding down her lips to her neck and her rapidly increasing heartbeat. 

Nicole was now on her back, her skirt had slipped down to her ankles and had been left behind on the floor, so he crawled between her spread out legs, growing more and more desperate. He couldn't even handle her vest breaking his animal-like kisses. So as his hot tongue met hers as her mouth opened more and more, he pulled the vest down, exposing her bra. All the while her hands explored his chest, his muscles, her nails trailing down and down until- there!

She undid the button of his trousers, her hands and heart racing for him. It was just as he unclipped her bra among the tangle of her clothing, murmuring with desire that she pulled down his jeans just enough for her to feel him with her hands through his boxers. This was what he had been craving through school time, what she had been whispering to him about in class. Their secret. So among the tangle of her clothes he pushed her bra up, away from her breasts, with the same intake of breath. He was just like a kid.

She grinned. No matter how much he wanted to dominate, she controlled this. If she wanted him to stop she would just wrap her fingers in the scruffy long hair at the back of his head and pull him ever so slowly back. And he would watch her, hungry with his lingering smile. She was the lion tamer. So she pushed his shoulder so that he was the one on his back, pulled off her vest and bra - he was always too messy, too impatient - and she sat just in the right place.

She could feel him between her legs. And if she just shifted her hips - he inhaled sharply, watching her like a caged animal, panting. But she wouldn't give him what he wanted until he begged for it, that was always her way - apart from their first time (not that it mattered, she was just like he was now, desperate). So she continued, rocking slowly but roughly, his panting racing, his hands grasped at her waist, unsure whether to stop her or help her. It was torture. His fingers slid underneath the sides of her barely-there underwear to her hips, deciding. He began to move her himself, faster. 

She felt him getting bigger between her thighs, she was sliding up and down and she blushed. She was getting way too excited, she was too wet. He could probably feel her, even through his boxers. His grin grew wider, his eyes more excited, one of his hands stroking up towards one of her breasts, playing with it in his hands, stroking her nipple with his thumb. It was too much even for her. A moan escaped too quickly, it had started as a sigh but grew. Had he noticed? He was erect between her thighs. And her eyes darted to him, at first embarrassed at her own lack of control, but he himself was blushing, it was too hard for guys not to be obvious.

"Ready to beg yet?" She whispered, her hips shifting harder, faster. She tried to stop her face from moving on its own, her lips to form a heavy moan.

And at first, maybe he could have avoided it, his face was at once both stubborn and embarrassed, his muscles almost seemed to flutter along his chest with every ragged breath. 

"You're way too good at this."

Ding-dong

At once they both stopped, their faces froze before becoming a mask of calm (a very flushed mask of calm).

"Your parents?"

"Shouldn't be back yet," he murmured, his voice mixing into that perfect lazy morning voice, "Maybe they'll go away?" His roguish grin returned, he moved his hands as if to pull at her underwear. 

She pushed his hands down.

"Better check, just in case,"

So he sat up, his erection not disappearing anytime soon, sticking out into her underwear, making her eyes widen at the movement and her lips grin. So she lent forward, tilting further into him to give his lips a lingering kiss. Of course his arms wrapped around her waist in his usual reaction, so she bit his lip, hard, so he wrapped his fingers in the back of her hair, hard. But of course he couldn't handle the pain when she bit harder. That idiot. She smiled and crawled off the bed with him, both unsatisfied, still excited. 

"Put on a shirt just in case," he suggested before closing his bedroom door as he left to open the front door.

Nicole was alone. Unsatisfied. For just a moment, she wondered over whether she should finish herself off - that would certainly scare his parents if they caught her. She laughed at herself. Then she moved her fingers to her underwear, just to check, and yeah, she had gotten way too excited, she'd need to control herself next time (I mean, it wasn't like he was Danny).

"Hey!" It was Tyler, he was laughing over something - something was not right. "Nicky! You'll never guess who it is. It's Danny-boy!" 

Fuck.