Gangster flirt

Locker room

Betty's POV:

I was still shaking after the incident with Jones in the corridor. But I was completely turn on. He was hot. Really hot.

I went to the next lesson with shaky legs. He was handsome and sexy but he was my opponent my enemy. I did not have such thoughts about him but if there was nothing between them than empty words. He probably will not even die up then. But maybe he will come as he told me.


After the lesson I went to the human closet room. I walked in through the door and saw the empty room. He was not here. I knew it. I was right he would not dive up. It was only empty words. He just played with me.
I was about to leave the room when the door opened. And there he was. Prince of the Serpent. What overcrowding. Before I think about why he actually came, he grabbed my waist and gave me a hot kiss pressed against my lips. Lips lips he pulled me in behind a couple of cabinet lines. He pushed me against the cabinet. Our lips lost contact as he pulled off my leather jacket. It fell into the ground and the same did his. While he peered around the corner to see if anyone came, I started snapping up his shirt. Under the shirt, he had a white T-shirt. His hands slipped over my back, to my stomach and began to snap up my jeans with a smirk.

I grabbed his face so he looked me in the eyes and kissed him. He mocked my thighs like a signal to jump up. My legs were connected around his waist. One hand under my thigh and the other around my waist. He squeezed my back against the cupboards. He pushed our bodies closer together. So close so his knees were pressed against the cabinet. My hands were against his cheeks. His lips against mine. His tongue sucked after the entrance which I willingly gave him. His tongue was wrestled with my after domination. We capped for the opportunity to breathe. Our breathing was cool, he leaned in to reconnect our lips once again when I turned my head. Should we really do this? But how could something that was so wrong feel so right? When I avoided the kiss, he began to plant wet kisses over my neck. I reluctantly left a moan. He lips sow and tears over my skin. I grabbed his face with both hands so he looked back in my eyes again.
"We should not do this," I said to him with my eyes on his face. 

He looked into my eyes and said, "We should not really do that," then he pressed his lips against me again. Our lips were in sync. Lips against lipstick. Breast chest.
We were one at that moment. One and the same thing. We were more alive one we have ever been before.

I wish it could be forever. Just me and he. He and I. We and nothing else that could bother.

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