Honestly? It's a story in which every possible trope/cliché imaginable is thrown into ONE big book.
Come join this group of friends on their coming-of-age journey 🎒📓
⚠️Includes: graphic sex, violence, drugs, profanity, and some Spanish dialogue
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"If you're feeling a little cold, come here, there's room for you in my hell."
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The sultry melody of their lips sucking each other's, followed by their shallowing breaths as their noses pressed together, muffled out the music in the background.
Richard's mouth alternated back and forth from slow and savoring to feverish and desperate. The hand on her cheek locked her face in place, ensuring she wouldn't disrupt this heavenly moment by turning away. A knee wedged between her thighs and her body reflexively shifted further towards him, bending a leg over his. His tongue grazed across hers, so soft and so delicious, it made her core throb against his thigh.
He lifted his face away, gazing into her with lidded eyes. Pushing her hair off her shoulder, he took a second to catch his breath before dipping down to crush his lips against the smooth skin of her neck. All the air was stolen from her in a quiet, but deep gasp. Her hand gripped his shirt as her eyes fell shut and her body shivered with a yearning she wasn't familiar with.
The way he kissed her, the way he tantalized her, the way his hands felt her up; it was so different from anything she was used to. He was excited and selfish, but also patient and generous, making sure she had enough time to enjoy it herself before his mouth and hands crept over to other spots he'd fantasized about.
She was at a loss, trying to figure out what was actually happening and whether or not it was right. It felt right. But she didn't reciprocate his feelings. She knew exactly what it was like to love and not be loved back. She knew exactly what it was like to try and entice someone she loved with sex, hoping that would be enough to lure them in. She knew how much it hurt to be taken advantage of and not be loved back.
Allowing Richard to go any further would be as inconsiderate as what Eduardo had done to her.
She was just about ready to stop him when she felt his eager hand reach inside her unfastened jeans and grasp her behind. She gasped into his shoulder, immediately losing recollection of all her thoughts when her brain decided to dwell on the amazing feel of his hand appreciating her most impressive feature. She couldn't recall how his hands had ended up in there nor when the button and zipper of her jeans had been undone, but she concluded it didn't matter.
