Hey guys, Del here, again. Sorry I left you hanging last chapter. But, I do have to keep the story somewhat mysterious. Otherwise, where's the fun? Anywhore, I am sorry, so without further adieu, here is the next chapter! Remind me, in the next chapter to give some shout outs to all the awesome people who have bothered to comment on my story and to actually read it. I really appreciate your existence. Stay strong, you're beautiful.
He freezes as my lips meet his, but only for a split second before he whirls me around and pushes me against the shower wall, hard. But at this point, I don't care how rough it is. I just know for some reason, that I want this, and from how aggressively he's kissing me back, I know Christian wants it too. I'm nowhere close to being in love with him, but I do feel a physical attraction to him, that much is undeniable.
He licks my bottom lip, asking for enterance, but I decide to be a tease and deny him passage. He growls, before he grabs my ass. I gasp in surprise, and his tongue plunges into my mouth, and a battle of the tongues begins. My hands find their way into his hair, and I tug, hard. He groans before his grip on my hips tightens. I push myself even closer, until there is virtually no space left between us.
Christian's mouth moves from my lips to my neck, and he bites gently on my pulse point. "Rose…. Tell me to stop." He whispers against my skin. I remain silent, except for the occasional quiet moans that continue to slip from my mouth. He moves lower, moving down to my breasts, and he takes one into his mouth. "Tell me to stop, now." Again, I remain voiceless, as he takes one of my nipples, and gently bites.
"Rose, I'm warning you, if we don't stop now, I won't be able to stop at all." His voice is desperate now, pleading me to see things rationally and stop this before we make a huge mistake. "Who says I want you to?" I ask, my tone challenging.
He groans, before he takes my other breast into his mouth, and bites on it too. Eventually both of them are hard, and I find that I'm desperate for some kind of release. I feel his hand moving closer to my center, but I shake my head. Christian looks at me, his eyes silently asking if I want to stop. I shake my head, and grip his throbbing cock. His eyes roll back, and I begin sliding my hands up and down his length. He lets out a series of quiet moans, but if he thinks I'm going to let him cum quite yet, he's in for a rude awakening.
His breath is becoming raspy and it's coming in shorter breaths. But, before he can finish, I release. He looks at me, his face displaying clear annoyance at the fact that I just stopped him from orgasming. "What the hell?" he growls. I shrug, and turn to get out of the shower. The rational part of me has returned, and I am not going to sleep with my best friend's crush, even though I desperately want to. But, before I step out of the shower, I am yanked back to him. "Do you really think I'm going to let you walk away in the heat of the moment. I've wanted this for a long time, since before I had a thing for Lissa, and I intend to indulge in my desires. Rose, I am going to fuck you, every single way that I have ever fantasized about you." And his mouth once again meets mine.
I know this is wrong, that wanting this is very, very wrong. But, all I can concentrate on is his tongue around mine, and the way he's gripping me as if I'm the meaning of life. It makes me feel wanted, for once in my life. I'm going to lose my virginity, if it's the last thing I do, and it will be with Christian, tonight. He slides a finger into my folds, and I can't stop the loud moan that slips out. He smirks at me. "Enjoying this?" his voice is totally smug.
"Immensely." I reply, before my hand returns to gripping his cock.
He moans, and buries his face into my neck, as his fingers slide farther inside of me. "Fuck me, please?" I ask, desperately wanting to feel him fill me up. He doesn't hesitate, before the tip of his cock slides against my vagina, teasing me. I'm getting frustrated, and I bite his neck, trying to take my frustration out on him. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and we halt in our tracks. Christian curses under his breath, and I sigh, annoyed, and slide out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist before going to answer the door. I fucking hate stupid people.