Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 10: Can't

WARNING:
⚠️ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD ⚠️
IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ IT, SKIP TO THE NEXT BOLD PART. HOWEVER, IT'S NOT TOO NASTY.

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QOC: Wendy's or McDonald's?

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Sam's POV
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Kason's breath mingles with my own as I tangle my hands into his hair. It's soft and only slightly long. I tug on it, emitting a deep groan from his throat. A smirk crawls onto my lips because of the reaction I got out of him.

But my smirk is instantly gone when he tugs my own hair down - and hard. I gasp at the rough sensation as he keeps my head bent upwards and his grip tight on my head. It, oddly enough, arouses me.

He keeps his left hand wrapped around my hair tightly like he would when climbing a rope, and his right fisting the material of my shirt. The fabric rises up higher and higher until enough of my skin is exposed to his approval. Then that right hand takes a hold of my actual waist, warming the spot enough to make me want more of him against my skin.

His lips attack my neck, as it's bent toward the ceiling, and shivers immediately run up and down my spine and arms. I release a noise I'd never made before, followed by another and another as he finds a particular area and sucks on it with his mouth. He does that to a few other areas before releasing my hair.

Panting, I straighten my head. I feel dizzy and fazed, but I'm hungry for more. And before I can even process or regenerate, Kason spins my whole body around and shoves my stomach onto the wall. Immediately after, his front lower half smoothly presses against my own back lower half. I moan at the feeling of him so close against me before I feel his hot breath near my ear.

"I think you should know that my imagination is using you like crazy right now in so many ways," He whispers seductively with that gravelly tone every girl melts because of.

My stomach churns in a good way, and the only thing I can seem to do is pant like a dog. And I guess that's fine. Because right now it's looking like I'm his bitch. In any other moment I'd find that ultimately annoying and degrading, but right now it's just...hot?

"Looks like I'm letting you're imagination run wild in reality," I whisper back, somehow finding the courage to do so.

He growls lowly before I hear something tear. My shirt falls to the floor, and almost instantly, he does the same to my bottoms. I'm left in only my lacy rose-dust purple bra and panties. I flinch and release a loud moan when I feel him kissing and sucking along the inside of my leg very tauntingly and slowly. He teases me, starting at knee length - on the inner part of my left leg - and in sloth speed, works his way all the way up to my upper upper thigh. My hands stay pressed up against the wall, along with my face. He keeps a hold of my leg with one hand and pushes my back so that it arches against the wall with the other. I'm definitely feeling all hot and bothered now.

He stops for a split second before his fingers suddenly pull down my panties. He grabs me by my waist and picks me up before throwing me over his shoulder. I yelp when he slaps my butt, glaring at him. I feel the vibrations of his chuckling after he does so.

I watch as he violently, and as fast as he can, clears the janitor's desk of everything and anything with one swipe of his toned arm. Then he swings me back over his shoulder and places me onto the desk on my back.

I only see the dark lust in his eyes for a moment before he's unbuckling his jeans and sliding them off. My eyes widen at what I realize is about to happen, but he doesn't see my expression because he's too busy sliding his shirt off of his body.