Wicked Games (book one)

6

song for chapter:
don't let me go - g-eazy
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

ethan's pov

I laid on my back letting myself lay comfortably in my bed, feeling her warm legs being straddled over my torso.

my hands firmly gripped onto her ass, occasionally moving up and down the sides of her curved hips.

her wet lips kissed deeply onto the tender skin on my neck in attempt to create a new bruise.

her cold finger tips traced along my collar bone as her chest pushed against mine begging for a deeper physical connection.

her lips continued to hit my sweet spots just right, causing quiet moans of enjoyment to leave my mouth.

everything she was doing to me was hot, she was doing everything right.
but, I can feel myself not having interest in this hook up right now.

my eyes rolled as I looked up to the ceiling, letting my hands fall off of her body.

I let her continue for only a few moments longer before I was completely done with it.

"alright, I'm over it." my voice was deep as I sat up, pushing her weight off of my body.

I stood up from my bed, opening a drawer where I kept a few of my shirts—picking out a plain white tee-shirt.

"are you serious right now?" her voice was laced with annoyance as she sat up onto her knees.

I let my eyes glance back over my shoulder to look at her, thinking maybe she's right, I should just continue on.

I shrugged turning my attention away from her. "I'm not in the mood." I barley explained as I slid the shirt on over my head.

an obnoxious scoff left her mouth as she rolled her eyes, looking away from me. "since when aren't you in the mood? you're always in the mood." her voice was harsh, almost judgmental.

I fully turned around to face her, keeping a stern look stuck onto my face.

"talk back to me again and see what happens." my jaw clenched aggressively, being pissed off by her attitude.

almost immediately every expression in her face had dropped, slowly beginning to fill with worry and nervousness.

"mhm." I mumbled knowing that I had won, like usual, before turning away from her and grabbing my phone from my dresser.

she's in my house, she invited herself over, and she's giving me a little bitchy attitude just because I don't want to fuck her.

"you drove here right?" I questioned with not a single ounce of curiosity laced in my voice.

"yeah." her eyebrow narrowed, the opposite one raised.

"alright, you can go." I sent her a soft smile as I waited for her to make a move towards the door, knowing I was sounding harsh.

her jaw dropped slightly as her lips curved upwards slightly, not believing the words that were coming out of my mouth. "you've got to be kidding me." she spoke in disbelief.