Its Lust Not Love (Under Reconstruction)

Chapter 3 - Who The Heck Has Blue Hair?

Just a little warning to you readers, The first scene in this chapter is a little steamy but I tried to keep it PG-13 at most its rated aged 15/16. This is just a warning before hand so I don't get angry comments. So don't say I didn't warn you.

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Chapter 3 - Who The Heck Has Blue Hair?

Emily's POV

For the remaining minutes of lunch I decided to reward Marcus rather than have to please him after school. I'd rather invite over David the foreign exchange student. He was all about the romantic foreplay and corny lines, and for tonight I felt I needed a bit of corny in my life, I needed to compare my life to a rom/com for a while.

And before you ask, Marcus and I are in an open relationship. We sate our animistic needs elsewhere but we stay together for the social standing our relationship gives us. There are rules of course, like we're not allowed to sleep with the same person twice in one month, and if we feel we've found someone we want to commit to we would part as good friends, and we never sleep together when we're going through emotional times because we don't want emotions involved. I don't do emotions in relationships. Its too complicated.

So I decided to drag him into the nearest classroom, of course I make sure that its one of the ones that is hardly ever used.

I check how much time we have on my phone. 7 minutes. Ironic.

I give him my biggest smirk that contains just the right amount of lust.

"We got 7 minutes, I know a game we can play..." He catches on and grins back, locks the door and walks to me like a predator.

But I am not prey, I've never been the pray. I'm more of an equal preditor who has agreed to work with the other rather than fight.

However its easier when he thinks he has the upper hand. So I put on my most innocent face.

He grabs me by my waist, picks me up, and shoves me against the wall in such an animal way I can tell he needs this as much as I do.

All we are is physical. And that's just perfect for me.

His hands work manically with my body, touching me like a greedy child in a sweet shop. Whilst his soft firm lips work their way across my chest.

This is pure lust. Its time to take control.

I flip us around, so he's against the wall. Brushing my lips across his chest, teasing him, daring him to attempt to take control again. I know he hates being dominated, but I love his frustration.

I shove him against the wall, the back up, as if I'm about to exit the room.

He lets out a small wolfish growl of warning, daring my to walk away without finishing.

I let out my coy mocking smile, the one I know he hates. I can't help it, I just love pissing him off in moments like these. But he never gets too mad because I leave him too frustrated down below to think rationally. This is our pattern.

"What do you want baby?" I taunt him.

He grunts. incapable of talking right now. But I like my boys silent and strong.

"What is it you want?" I ask him again.

"You." And with that he grabs me again pulling me towards him. Holding me so tight to him that I can feel his every ripple of muscle and the full bulge of his longing.

And I'm not going to lie when I say I long for him to, his every physical trait just inflames my core, the basic animal need for anothers body to be close to you.