P'Chao Rocks the MeanPlan Ship

Chapter 13

Plan's POV

The moment I felt Mean's lips on mine I couldn't help shivering. All along, it was his lips that I had wanted to feel on mine. There was a big difference from the way I felt when P'Chao kissed me and from the way I was feeling right now.

It was like my hands and arms had a will of their own. I found my arms encircling his waist, and then slowly creeping up his back and upward to the back of his neck.

He kept kissing me and I opened my mouth to let his tongue enter and play with mine.

The sensation was something I couldn't describe. The pleasure his lips and tongue were giving me made me dig my fingers into the back of his neck.

Then without warning, I found myself being carried by Mean and brought back to his bed.

Just after he gently laid me on the bed my phone started to ring.

I took it out of my pocket.

P'Chao was video calling me.

Mean took a glance on the screen of my phone and grabbed the phone from me.

"You are not taking this call," he said, opening one of his dresser drawers and dropping my phone inside.

I would have wanted to take the call but this was not the right time to take it.

Mean climbed onto the bed and started kissing me again.

I did not stop him when he pulled my shirt upward and over my head, leaving my chest bare and vulnerable.

He moved his mouth to the side of my neck while his hands caressed my chest, playing with my nipples, making them harden. He trailed kisses down the middle of my chest, stopping at where the indentation of my navel was. He stuck his warm moist tongue into it and I shivered, not expecting to feel an intense pleasurable sensation from it.

Mean and I were so engrossed in our pleasurable activities that we did not hear his front door open. I remember that before Mean had grabbed my wrist earlier, I had already managed to unlock the front door. Because of the kiss that transpired by the door I had forgotten to lock it again.

"Oh, there you are, Mean!" said a very pretty young lady who stood at the doorway of the room.

Her smile turned into a shocked and embarrassed expression as she slowly backed away saying, "I'm so sorry, Mean! I'm so sorry!"

"Lizzie! How did you get in?!?" said Mean grabbing my shirt and covering my bare chest with it before climbing out of bed and following her.

"I kept knocking and then realized that the door was unlocked when I turned the knob," she explained, "I'm so sorry, Mean."

"It's okay," I heard Mean saying to her, "please don't tell my father what you just saw."

"I won't" I heard her say.

"What did he send you here for anyway," asked Mean.

"He wants you to sign these papers so that I can renew your passport for you," I heard her reply.

"I will agree to have my passport renewed," said Mean, "but I am not agreeing to fly to Taiwan with him."

"You will have to tell that to your father yourself," she said, and soon I heard the door open and close.

Mean walked back inside the bedroom.

"That was my father's secretary," he said, "my father wants me to fly with him to Taiwan to run the newly opened branch of his company for him starting next month."

"And are you going?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my heart.