quarantine || r.l.

13

"um, no? what happened?" i lied. of course i remembered it. how could i forget? his skin was so soft and his abs were so defined. why did his body have to be so... amazing...

"nothing, never mind. are you gonna help me make these cookies?" ross asked me, as i nodded my head and walked over to him.

we were mixing the batter together and while i was laughing he stuck his finger in the batter, and then swiftly into my mouth. i moaned from how delicious it was as my eyes rolled back and i sucked some of it off of his finger. the whole time he was looking into my eyes. he removed his finger from my mouth and slipped it into his own as he licked off the rest of the batter.

the whole time i could only think of how much i wanted him. i love his touch and his voice and his presence and i desperately needed to know more about him. i noticed that i was staring at him while he was mixing the batter but i just couldn't help it. he looked like a model.

apparently he noticed when he questioned, "like what you see, baby?" with that stupid smirk. but oh how i love that smirk.

i ignored him as i climbed on the counter to sit there. he placed his hand on my knee as he was looking in the cabinets for a pan to place the soon to be cookies on. his hand kept creeping further and further up my thigh until he got to my black shorts i put on when i woke up this morning.

"you'd look better with those off, you know" he informed me.

what do i have to lose? "i think you're right" i said in agreement as i pulled my shorts down my legs and onto the ground they fell. he slowly looked at me. i was suddenly extremely grateful for wearing my black lace panties (which matched my bralette). he stared at them as he bit his lip. he pulled me into him, with my legs on either side of him as he was slowly leaning in.

before our lips touched, we were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. it was a little past noon and i was sure it was ava just waking up. she's always waking up late. i pulled away, but before i could hop off of the countertop, ross placed one hand on my ass and the other on my jaw as he leaned into my lips.

i've kissed my fair share of guys (and a few girls), but this kiss was like no other. i was so into it, that i forgot all of my surroundings. i just let myself feel. for once i felt like i was exactly where i was meant to be. the ringing faded into silence as i let the phone go to voicemail. he picked me up and started walking us back to his room, with my legs twisted around his torso and my arms around his neck. he didn't even break the kiss. i had to say, i was impressed.

he laid me down on my back as he straddled me. i could feel his bulge pressing against me. he pulled away from the kiss to look me in my eyes, and brush my hair out of my face.

he scanned my body with his eyes as he said in a low voice, "i don't wanna fuck you, baby."