(Edited 7/31/18)
Part 1
Yesterday was uneventful.
I chilled with Tatum on the couch because Liam kicked me out of the kitchen to make his dishes, including the Tiramisu.
After that, I got to work on my part and when everything was finished, it was eleven at night. Liam kicked Tatum out of the house around 6:30 because he was a 'disturbance'.
I've been thinking very hard on what to do for Liam's birthday in a couple days. I want to go all out. Especially since our parents aren't here.
Liam's lower half is digging into my ass.
I should be used to this, but I'm not. I'm not moving anytime soon.
I should probably tease him...
I decide not to. He locked himself away in his room for a while when I stripped into a sports bra and spandex to get ready for bed last night.
I look at the time on my phone and I sigh.
It's Christmas.
6:30 in the morning. I've always gotten up early so I can tear the entire living room up, only to find a never ending amount of toys and clothes.
Now, I just want to see who sent me some cash because a girl needs a job.
He pulls me against him tighter and it presses harder on my butt.
It seems like every time I wake up, he's knocked out and mini Liam is having the time of his life. On a different part of my body.
Living with him for half a year, I've felt it on my butt, my back, my thigh, between my legs, (not inside, sadly) and my stomach.
I'm always biting the hell out of my bottom lip when I feel it on me. It makes me want to jump on him and say 'fuck you' to my virginity.
He's tempting and he knows it. I can feel it, the sexual tension in the room everywhere we go. There's always something about him that I'm craving.
I just want to get a taste...
"Merry Christmas." His raspy morning voice vibrates through my soul, making goosebumps spread across my skin.
"Happy Holidays." I laugh when he pokes my side, saying that telling people 'happy holidays' is bullshit. "Well, Feliz Navidad, Asshole."
"Better." He wraps an arm around my shoulder, around my neck and throws his leg over my waist, cuddling me.
This just makes his erection dig into my thigh. He moves a bit. "Are you trying to use my leg to get off?" I raise an eyebrow and he chuckles into my neck.
"Maybe."
"Ew. You're so gross." I push him off of me and he falls out of the bed, landing on his ass.
He groans while I roll out of bed with a sigh to go and brush my teeth. It smells like Christmas in here and I want to take a big bite out of the house.
I decide to put on an outfit for the day, even though it'll probably be a stay at home kind of night.
Then, I say 'fuck it' and I throw on sweatpants and a hoodie...Liam's hoodie. The all black hoodie with Forte written in gold.
"When did you take my hoodie? I was looking everywhere for that." Liam pops up beside me.
Ding dong.
YOU ARE READING
The Player in Him
Teen Fiction"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in o...
