Curse them.
Look at the mess they did. Why did I leave Elise and the others alone?
"Don't be mad," Elise said.
"How can't I, look at this mess," I walked around the living room. Books where scatter around. Pillows, thrown off the couch. Some dark looking smudge all over the sofa.
I only left for a few hours. And I come back to this. Ever since I brought my friends, Alina has done nothing but complain she wants to meet them too; she wants to hang out with them. Now that was two weeks ago. Now she's threatening me to make my life a leaving hell if I don't let her hang out with us. And look what she did.
"She just wants to be like the older kids," Elise said helping me clean up since George wasn't home. He took Alina out for awhile to calm her down.
"But still," I sighed.
"She needs friends her age," Elise said.
"I know, but who would want to be friends with a brat like her," I said.
"She's not a brat she just wants attention," she said.
"Whatever," I said.
We finished and went upstairs I needed to rest. My siblings have tired me out. I not sure Elise follow me or not. Once in my room, I flop down on the bed and just laid there. I felt the bed deep on the side next to me.
"Wow, you look exhausted," Elise said. "Come on, up." She tugged my hand forcing me to sit up. Not sure what she was doing until I felt her hands on my shirt. Pulling it up and over my head. Now I would've had stopped her, but my body she did whatever she did. It had a mind of it owns; I was too exhausted to fight or complain. "Oh."
I felt her warm hands on my chest. They glided across my chest and down to my stomach. Now I'm stopping her.
"Whoa, don't think you want to go down there," I said holding her hands against my chest.
"Sorry, just was, well," she was blushing. Now I was fully awake.
"Ah, I see you love my abs," I smirked. She blushed more.
"Shut up," she said tugging on her hands. I kept a gentle grip on them. "Luke."
I leaned down kissing her. It's been awhile since I last kissed her. She tasted of grapes. Must be the jolly ranger she was eating. Her arms went around my neck. Somehow she was on me, straddling me. My back against the bed board, she leaning closer and closer.
Placing my hands on her hips. I could feel her skin; I skim my thumbs around.
She shiver I stopped kissing her when I felt her directly on me.
On my, well you know. I think Elise felt it since she was still as a rock. I looked at her.
"Sorry," I groaned. "Give me a minute or two." I buried my face into her neck. I breathed in her scent. I thought it would help me calm down. But I think it just made worse. I heard a small gasp escape Elise's lips. "Sorry, I'm trying to calm down, I don't think it's working."
"Um, should I get off, or help?" I pulled away a little and looked at her.
Her eyes widened and blushed even more. I chuckled and kissed her neck. She shivered, tugging on my hair, gently. It was so wrong but felt right, but I was older than her, way older.
She began to grind against me. Okay, I'm going to have to make her stop before this gets out of control. But damn it I know I had my fair share of women. No, I'm not a virgin. No one said I was a saint. So yeah. But I know for sure, Elise was a virgin. Pure, hasn't been touched or kissed until now.
"Elise," I groaned, gripping her hips tight. I was trying to calm my breathing. But it wasn't working at all. She kept grinding, and she sped up each time. "Stop."
"I," her breathing was odd. Her legs wrapped around my waist. "Am I suppose to feel this warm?"
"Warmth?" I looked at her in confusion.
"Yeah," she looked down. I follow her lead. Warmth? I'm sure I haven't, well you know, yet. "Now I feel, wet, oh my god I pee." She didn't pee. I smell it, her arousal. And it easy driving me nuts. "Ouch, too tight."
I loosen my grip. That's it, I pushed Elise down, as I leaned down kissing her. She kissed me back. I couldn't hold it any longer. I needed this. Kissing down her neck, I unbuttoned her blouse. Did I mention she was wearing a skirt? Yeah, I must've had forgotten that. Now it wasn't short like the last one. But still.
"Oh hey," Elise had her hands on her skirt, keeping it down.
Not caring I rip the rest of the buttons off her blouse and let it fall open.
"Nice," I chuckled.
"Stop it," she blushes rolling to her side blocking my view.
"Don't cover up, you look lovely," I said.
She peeked at me. I laid next to her, kissing her now bare shoulder. Aside from her pink bra. Pulled her closer, I skim my hand over her stomach. She placed her hand on mine.
"Have you done it before?" She asked.
"Yeah," I said. I wasn't going to lie about it.
"Oh," I pulled my hand away from her stomach and placed it on her thigh. She grabbed my hand.
"We won't go far," I whisper. Elise kept her hand on mine. But I kept it there, on her thigh. I slowly moved it down and up into her skirt.
She finally moved her hand away. I slipped my hand in between her thighs, just loving the warmth it was giving. I kept there for a bit before doing anything.
"Your hand, it feels soft," she said. I chuckled and just slipped my hand insides her panties. She gasped closing her legs tighter.
"Elise," I kissed the side of her neck. She loosens up a bit.
I just rubbed her. She had buried her face in the pillow. I rubbed her nub gently. She gasped.
"Luke," she rolled onto her back and looked at me."It feels weird."
"Does it?" I slipped one finger into her. "Tell me if it hurts."
So far she didn't complain. She was gripping onto my arm. She had parted her legs open. Don't think she knew that. She was enjoying the moment. It's her first time being touch by someone. I want to make it unique.
"Ow," she grabbed my hand."Hurts."
"Sorry," I pulled out but not all the way out. I moved my fingers in and out as fast as I could, without going to deep. She was breathing fast. She looked anywhere but me. So I made her looked at me.
Her eyes where dark. "Luke," she looked at me. I frowned.
Her eyes widened and almost let out a scream if I hadn't kissed her.
Her first orgasm.
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Lonely Demon
Romance(Book:1)-Elise Peterson, age 17, black hair, green eyes. She's a nerd; no one pays much attention to her. And she's a loner. She has no friends; her parents are always busy. One day the bratty group dare her to knock on the old mansion on the top of...