Reece rushed up the stairs, his large hand swallowing up my own. My head felt fuzzy and I was unable to fully understand what was happening, until I felt a pair of hungry lips crashing onto mine. He tasted of cigarettes and a rocket popsicle --the red, white and blue one. The alcohol had created an urgency within him that caused his hands to shake and fumble.
I felt my way up his chest, his shoulders, his neck. My bottom lip was sucked into his mouth, and I let out a gasp as he bit down. Not wasting a second, he slipped his tongue between my parted lips. It felt as if he was reaching into every crevice of my soul with his tongue, and I allowed him.
All thoughts of the bet had slipped to the farthest corner of my mind. Reece backed me up until I fell onto his bed. I gripped onto the black sheets as if my life depended on it. Mostly, my focus was on not throwing up due to all of the sudden motion.
"You've been teasing me all night," he growled, kissing down between my cleavage.
Sparks erupted wherever he placed his tongue. This was new. Wasn't it? Things have never felt this intense between us. It had to just be the alcohol in conjunction with the no sex rule.
Wanting to live in the moment, rather than over thinking, I turned my focus to my senses. As he slipped off my bra and continued his assault on my chest, I tangled my fingers in his soft, dark hair. He still smelled heavenly, that scent that I could never quite place. He began to trail his tongue down my bare stomach, stopping to kiss my belly button.
Now, I was extremely ticklish, and I wanted more than anything to burst out laughing and squirm under his touch. But as I had said, something about the intensity of it all, the thickness in the air, it seemed as if I were paralyzed.
"Fuck," he moaned as he kissed the fabric of my shorts before pulling at the waistband with his teeth.
Becoming impatient, I pushed his head down between my legs, throwing my hips upwards. "Reece," I panted.
I was now laying down near the edge of the bed on my back, with my knees bent. He let out a low chuckle and looked up at me from between my legs. In one swift moment, he pulled my legs over his shoulder and kneeled down before me.
"Do you want this?"
What the hell? Of course I- oh. He was referring to the bet. It would only be over if I begged him or vise-versa. "Don't you?" I evaded.
"Come on, baby," he smirked. He stood up to his full height before me, my legs still on his shoulders. Before continuing, he made a show of caressing the inside of my thighs, rubbing at different pressures. His rough hand came dangerously close to the heat between my legs and I began to quiver. "Tell me what you want."
"Fuck, Reece!" I exclaimed. Refusing to give in, I slid my own hand into my shorts and began to rub.
His movements became still, all that could be heard was the sound of my laboured breathing along with the wet smacking inside my pants. I pumped in and out of myself, hoping to relieve the tiniest bit of pressure that had built up over the night.
"Nuh-uh," he shook his head and pulled at my hand. My eyes met his, challenging him but also begging him to end this all. He raised my hand to his lips and circled his tongue around my wet fingers. Not daring to leave my eyes, he let out a sigh of satisfaction. "You taste so good, Mal."
I groaned in annoyance and dragged my free hand down my face. After taking a deep breath to calm myself, I replied, "Come taste me, then."
"Now, now. If I remember correctly, this would only be over if one of us was begging. You seemed pretty confident with yourself," he grinned devilishly.
"You know what? Fuck you. There's plenty of people that would help me, " I gestured towards my lower half, "with this problem."
He raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh, yeah, like who?"
Don't say it. Don't say it. Seriously, Mal, just let it go, you really don't need to go there. Don't let the alcohol drive you.
"Andre."
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Shortttt ass chapter but it's been saved forever and I've been having a hard time writing more IDK the writers block be HITTING. So enjoy this while I continue to watch Boku No Hero Academia and think of what else to write xxx
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