ᴢɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs | ᴄʜʀɪs sᴄʜɪsᴛᴀᴅ [sᴋᴀᴍ]

８. Ｃｈｒｉｓ

I swallowed, involuntarily taking a step back, not wanting Larsen's words to reach my brain. Let her phrase fly by me, let my frantically thinking after a good sleep brain not process this information, and I will not realize that Thea curving her back is asking me to take her. This dirty request did not fit in with her image at all. It made my whole body strain so I wouldn't crawl to her on my knees, gratefully whining for the invitation.

She stood on all fours, so sincerely looking into my eyes that it forced me to back off because the distance of a few feet between you and the most desirable girl in her underwear only is so small. This distance meant nothing because every millimeter of this room smelled of her perfume and skin. I loved her smell.

And I also regretted being here so desperately that I wanted shamefully escape. When Magnusson's girlfriend called me from his phone in the middle of the night, I could not help but respond to a request to look after my girl. I didn't count that she would be half-naked before me. And in current condition.

"What are you on, Larsen?" I felt dryness in my throat and trembling in my fingers. And tightness in loose sweatpants. "You hear me?"

"I hear you," she whispered, and a wave of goose bumps ran across my back. I started, feeling the excitement that made my heart beat faster. I almost heard blood running through my veins.

Thea smiled slyly, not even trying to focus on me, and rolled onto her back, dangling her head from the bed. While I thought how dizzy she was, Thea ran her hand into her underpants.

"Stop provoking me, Larsen."

I wanted to erase this devilish smile from her face, grab the girl by the hair and drag her into the shower to wash away the consequences of that unfortunate party from her, look into her eyes and see clear mind and sober memory, awareness of what she's doing.

I needed to know that she wanted me. That this is not a consequence of some pill she took to forget herself.

Where the hell was Henrik looking? Where the hell am I looking now? Well, on her bitten lips she's licking, without stopping to caress her own cunt. I wanted to fall to my knees and grab my fingers on the carpet so as not to run to her, because my endurance was ending. But I knew that I should not touch her. She was stoned like a cheap prostitute. And the other day, she said she had feelings for me. I just have no right.

I should not.

My cock throbbed, echoing the beat of the heart, which seemed to be already beating in my throat. 

I could not take my eyes off the girl. Thea, if you only knew how much I want you. If you could feel at least a small part of that trembling that turns me inside out. If you only knew how a long-gone-through nobility and a crazy desire to fuck you fiercely fight inside me.

Come on, Schistad. You're her friend. She's your most dear person. You swore to protect her. It's not so difficult to step on your throat for your girl, right?

The next moment, I register a little step that I took in her direction, kneeling down in front of her, taking her head in my hands. Larsen's cheeks turned red, and her lips became even brighter. 

"Thea, what did you take? If you don't tell me, I swear I'll take you out for a walk, do you understand?"

Why the fuck did her lips stretch out in that sly smile when I'm shaking with the desire to knock all the crap out of her?

"But then all our neighbors will see me in my underwear, and you don't want someone else to see the girl that no one touched except you, right?" Thea held out her free hand upward, digging her cold fingers into my hair, caressing my neck, causing goosebumps again. "But if you're serious, then let's better wait for Monday and experiment in Nissen? Can you imagine how happy all the guys I turned down, dreaming you would make me yours, will be?"