Love Ridden

Chapter 3

  The third time you saw Jerome, you didn't really see him...you felt him.

  It was two in the morning, the night of the mall incident and you were in bed, though you couldn't sleep. Your mind was still racing from what had happened early that day. The pink babydoll dress was hung up in your closet, the smell of you embedded into the fabric.

  Your toes clenched under the covers as you thought about the red-headed boy. You bit your lip as you thought about the feeling of his tongue on you and the feeling of his hand smacking against your ass cheeks. You let out a low moan as your eyes flickered to your bedroom door. You got up from your bed and turned the lock, before laying back down.

  As your hands began to wander down to the top of your panties, your phone vibrated. You ignored it at first, but the cellular device persisted.

  Who was calling you at this ungodly hour? You looked at your phone and saw a number you didn't recognize. You swiped the screen, "Hello?" You grumbled.

  "Is that any way to answer a phone, doll?" Jerome breathed into the phone.

  Your breath hitched in your throat and you sat up in your bed. Clutching a pillow to your chest, you smiled softly. "Jerome?"

  "Ding, ding, ding! Correct, dollface!" Jerome chuckled into the phone, "I didn't wake you did I?"

  "No, you didn't. I'm actually surprised you called." You admitted sheepishly.

  "Mhmm, and why's that?"

  "Well," You bit your lip, "I just thought that you didn't want to talk to me, you just wanted to...to.."

  "Fuck?" He offered, bluntly. "Oh don't worry about that, dollface. We're still gonna fuck."

  You giggled, "That's not what I meant, Jerome!"

  He chuckled. "What did you mean, dollface?"

  You explained your statement with a grin. Talking to him on the phone was so...sweet? It felt like you were teenage sweethearts.

  "Jerome, can I ask you a question?" You waited for his response.

  "Sure, doll. What can I do for ya?"

  You hesitated before saying, "Do you live at the circus?"

  He chuckled, "Why yes I do, sweetcheeks."

  "...Why?" You questioned, curiously.

  "Why not?" Jerome snapped into the phone.

  Your eye's widened at his tone. "I didn't mean to offend you, Jerome. I just was wondering because I don't know much about you and..." You rambling was interrupted by the redhead.

  "Don't get so worked up, gorgeous." Jerome laughed, his mood suddenly changed.

  "No, I shouldn't have asked, Jerome. I should have just waited for you to tell me." You clutched the pillow to you chest tighter.

  "If you really want to make it up to me," He paused, and you listened to the sound of his breath through the phone, "Tell me what you're wearing."

  "What?" You blurted into the phone.

  He sighed, "Don't act dumb, doll. It's not attractive." You pouted, even though he couldn't see you. "What clothing, if any, do you have on that pretty little body, dollface?"

  "Are we really about to have pho-" You were interrupted by a low, annoyed chuckle.

  "Do I have to come over there and tie you up, doll?" He asked, through clenched teeth. "I'm only going to ask you this one more time, or I'm coming over there and shoving something hard and phallic in your mouth." He sneered, but took a breath to calm himself. "You wanna know something?"