Striker

Mixed Feelings

We were heading home finally after they got Striker to come. He was making out with some girl in the middle of the mall, keeping it classy as usual.

The guys kept asking me what was wrong but I told them nothing. I couldn't admit that I actually let Striker's words get to me. I shouldn't have, but for some reason it sent a pang to my chest. Of course, my father always called me that, so that could be the reason.

We finally arrived at home and I took my bags, thanking everyone again, and went to my room. I just laid on my bed staring at the ceiling for a couple hours, enjoying being by myself and the peace and quiet for once.

I decided I should probably take a shower before going down to eat dinner. I went into the bathroom and undressed, making sure to avoid the mirror so I didn't have to see what my body looked like. I turned on the water letting it warm up for awhile. The water felt good against my body, letting it wash away everything I felt. I finally let loose and cried. It's the best place to cry. The water just mixes in with the tears and washes everything away.

After a half an hour, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I brushed through my hair and was towel drying it when I heard the door open to the bathroom.

"What the hell?" I said, grabbing my towel and pulling it around my body.

Striker just stood there, staring at me. Fuck. He was shirtless. I didn't realize how amazing his body was. Tattoos covered parts of it, and a 6 pack was very evident. His arms were muscular, and with the grip he had on the door, they were bulging even more. I finally looked up from under my lashes and watched as his Adams apple bobbed. I realized that I was biting my lip, and slowly let it release from between my teeth.

Striker closed the door and slowly advanced towards me. I backed away until my back was hitting the wall. He was now in front of me, his finger reached out and touched my lip.

I don't know what came over me, but just from the look he was giving me I was drenched, and it wasn't from the shower. I took his thumb in my mouth and lightly sucked, watching as his eyes closed and his breathing became ragged.

He opened his eyes and slammed my arms over my head, holding them there with one hand. His mouth aggressively covered mine, while his other hand explored my body. My towel was on the floor, now, my whole body exposed. I couldn't bring myself to care though, as his mouth was now traveling down my neck. He sucked, causing a quiet moan to come out of my mouth. His hands were now exploring my breasts, his mouth making their way down lower. I had his hair in a tight grip, lightly pulling, causing him to moan. His moans just made me want more, they were sexy.

His mouth made it's way to my breasts, his tongue flicking over my nipples. I wanted him so bad in that moment. My moans were getting louder. His hands had made their way down to my pussy, slowly rubbing my clit in circles. I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

"Come on, Angel, moan for me, scream my name." He whispered huskily in my ear.

"Striker, Aella! Dinner is ready, come down!" We both heard Max yell. Shit. What am I doing?

I looked at Striker alarmingly. He didn't seem to care as his mouth covered mine again, his tongue fighting with mine for dominance. Fuck it.

He continued working my clit, pumping his fingers in and out of me. My legs were going weak. My eyes started to close as I was getting closer.

"Don't stop" I breathed out, struggling to talk at this point. He worked faster, causing me to finally let go. I screamed his name as he continued pumping his fingers into me while I rode out my orgasm. I was coming down when he pulled away, picking up my towel and handing it to me.

He sucked on his fingers, looking at me. "You taste so fucking delicious, Angel." He said, turning around and walking out.

His words had my pussy throbbing, again. I waited until I had control of myself and collected my thoughts.

What did I just do?