AN: Hello everyone :) so I was reading through the previous chapters of this story and I realized how many mistakes and typos I have made. I'm so sorry for that. I'm quite the perfectionist, so I know how irritating it is when someone doesn't have proper grammar and there are several typos in any form of writing. I'll make sure to prevent that from happening again.
So I'm going to be completely honest, this chapter gets somewhat M rated. I'll annotate it just in case you prefer to read the more T rated story line.
Also, as I said previously, this story was already written up until this point. Well from now on, this story will be new to everyone, including me.
Finally, I'm so sorry for not updating in a while. I'm on summer vacation now, so expect updates to be longer. And more frequent..I hope.
Enjoy :)
We walk back to his bike silently.
His hand is in my hand, our bodies brush every once in a while. He breaks the silence.
"So, where are you planning on going this summer?" his voice is distant, and the question almost seems forced. When I don't answer, he continues, "Since, you know, you're too good for New Jersey."
My head snaps up to see him trying to keep a straight face. I push him away from me, but I still smile at his teasing. His arms go around my waist as he tries to pull me back in to his embrace.
"Kidding," he mumbles into my neck. He kisses down my skin.
A gasp escapes my throat. I shiver at his fingers slipping underneath my shirt. He starts to draw shapes on my bare back. We stumble to the side of a building. All of a sudden, my back is hitting the solid concrete with a light thud. I grip the collar of his jacket and pull his body to mine. My right leg wraps around his waist and draws him in closer. He practically growls into my mouth as he pushes his chest into mine. I feel his fingers wandering down my body. They land at my waist, then even lower to the inside of my thighs. I open my eyes briefly when he kisses down my collarbone to my chest. He unbuttons the first button of my shirt to gently nuzzle my breasts. The moan that escapes under heavy breathing seems to have come from me, and I push my hips harder to his.
I want him now.
Right here, against the side of what I'm pretty sure is a coffee shop.
My mind is caught up with my body. I know he's thinking the same thing. It's incredibly erotic, possibly even crazy. But I don't care. Paul's body thrusts into mine, indicating he agrees. My hands slip up his shirt to trace the outlines of his muscular chest. Right before my eyes flutter closed, I look over Paul's shoulder, and it catches my eye.
Or better yet, the lack of it.
My hands freeze on his chest. I slip them out from under his shirt.
"Paul.." I breathe out in a whisper.
He moves his face in front of mine and looks into my eyes. I keep my gaze on his bike, or at least, where it was. He turns to look in the same direction as me. His hands release the hold they have on my inner thighs.
"Huh." He scratches the back of his head and stares at the spot where he parked his bike. "It's okay..that's okay," he says in the direction of his missing bike.
"What the-how the hell is it okay? Someone stole your bike!" I raise my eyebrows at his back.
It also could have been towed, but that's beside the point.
"Because I have a better idea." I can hear the smile in his voice.
I'm so glad he's not looking at me right now.
If he smiles at me, I'll believe anything he says.
And right about now, he's sounding quite insane.
Though, I am feeling pretty insane as well due to our abruptly interrupted moment.
"Really? And what might that be?" I ask.
I'm still trying to catch my breath. For some reason, he doesn't seem all that mad. I would be pissed if someone stole my motorcycle.
That is, if I even had one.
"Plan B," he breathes out and bends over. "Get on." His back is still facing me. He slightly turns his head to look at me.
God, he's perfect.
I find myself staring at his ass.
Nina, he's talking to you. Snap out of your horny haze, I tell myself.
Sexual thoughts aside, I jump on his back and sling my arms around his neck. I feel his fingers grip my thighs and pull me tighter to his back.
"Giddy up," I tease into his ear, before kissing down his neck.
He does his best to cover up a moan by coughing, but he ends up growling, and sounding even more turned on.
"Can you hold off on that until we get to your place? I wouldn't want my legs to give out on me in the middle of the street," he huffs out a very forced, and solely for my safety, disagreement.
"With pleasure." I nibble on his ear to tease him one last time.
I'm positive he'll get me back for that one, but hey, it's not like I won't enjoy his getting even.
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Before I know it, I'm lying down on my mattress with him on top of me.
He unbuttons my blouse right away and throws it across the room before I can object.
Not that I was going to.
His lips move on mine and he drags his tongue over my bottom lip to gain access. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him harder against me. He moves his hands down my body, barely skimming my still-covered chest. I moan, begging him to continue his work on top. He grins through our kisses, obviously informed on my desires, though, he has another idea. He moves his hands even father down my body. Stopping at my legs, he spreads them open and caresses my inner thighs. I moan as he unbuttons my shorts and rips them from my body.
"Paul..please.." I choke out, panting heavily.
Teasing isn't much fun when you're the recipient.
He's killing me with his touch, he knows that, and he's taking full advantage of this knowledge.
"Please.."
I reach down and try to undo his belt. His hands fly to mine to stop them.
"Not-not yet."
I stare into his deep, forest green eyes. They are practically burning with desire. Instead of answering, I place his hands back on my thighs. He looks me up and down and raises his eyebrows. I nod. He smiles and goes for it. He sticks his fingers inside the fabric of my panties and pulls them down slowly. I giggle when he tosses them somewhere in the room. That giggle quickly turns into a moan as he starts to kiss me. I fist at his hair and pull, only slightly. He starts just inside my thighs, then works his way closer..and closer..closer still. When he reaches his destination, I let out a yelp of pleasure. I immediately panic, thinking there's no way in hell Candice didn't hear me. Paul must be thinking that as well, because he moves his hand up to cover my mouth in case I have any other moments of weakness. He must be psychic or something, because I scream into his hand when his tongue joins the party.
At this sudden addition, I close my legs around his head and pull harder on his hair. Realizing he does need to breathe, I release my tight grip around his head. My legs, not purposefully, land on his shoulders as I continue to rake my fingers through his beautiful hair.
I can't take this much longer.
He's driving me crazy with his long, drawn out kisses.
And why the hell does he still have all his clothes on?
There's something sexy about it, but nevertheless, we need to fix that.
"Revenge tastes so sweet," he mumbles into my inner thigh.
Dear, Lord.
I release my grip on his hair and slip my hands under his shirt. I try to pull it off without him noticing, but the second he feels the cotton leaving his body, he stops kissing me and places his hands on top of mine to still them, yet again. I whine at both his disconnection, and his protest of undressing.
"Uh-uh." He starts to pepper my stomach with kisses.
It's not the same.
"Now that's not fair at all. You have..way too much clothing on," I whisper between ragged breaths.
He laughs into my stomach and looks up to me. My eyelids flutter open. I return his smile.
"Can't I just stay clothed and keep doing what I'm doing?" he jokes.
At least I hope he's joking. Or maybe I hope he's serious. I don't really know.
All I know is that I'm not the only one out of the both of us with this burning, aching desire. I just suck at hiding it. While he..well, he's just perfect at everything. I take the lead by flipping us over and straddling his lap.
"No."
Our lips connect and move in sync while I strip him of his shirt, jeans, and boxers.
Once he's undressed, he reclaims his position on top of me.
He doesn't enter me just yet. Instead, he trails kisses down my neck and moves his hands behind my back to unhook my bra.
I'm about to ask him if he needs help when I hear him breaking the hook completely, and tearing the garment from my body.
"Hey, that's my-"
My argument gets stuck in my throat, and my anger washes away, at the sensation of his lips on my chest. My legs once again wrap around his waist, but he still holds off. His lips go up and down my body. He kisses my collarbone, my neck, just under my ear, stopping to nibble lightly on my ear lobe, and then to my lips.
"Paul, please. I need you. Now." I buck my hips into his to prove to him I can't wait any longer. He growls into my mouth and takes the long-time-present green light.
"Dear Lord Jesus." He grinds his teeth and grunts into my ear.
"Oh my God, Paul."
To heck with Candice hearing us. He seems to have stopped caring about our increasing volume as well, because he picks up the pace, rightfully knowing that he'll receive several whimpers from me. I bring my fingers up his sculpted back. I trace every muscle's outline, and as I reach the back of his head, I start to play with the ends of his hair. I push my hips into his. His hands wander down to my waist. I writhe at his touch, while he massages my skin.
Does he realize what he can do to me?
He smirks down at me and pushes harder against my hips.
I'll take that as a yes.
His predictions prove true, as I moan, then tense around him.
He falls off of the edge with me. We both break together. We both lose it together.
He climbs back up on the edge with me. We both heal together. We both relax together.
We lay there for quite a while, merely holding each other. His hands still stroke my thighs, my hands still twirl his hair. Every now and then he kisses my shoulder, my neck, my collarbone, any place he can reach. Whether he's doing it to remind me that he's still awake, or to keep me from falling asleep, I can't tell.
Maybe he's doing it to remind himself that I'm still lying naked underneath him, and this wasn't all a dream.
I decide to break the silence. Or almost silence, due to our conjoined heavy breathing.
"I think Candice heard us."
He laughs. His chest shakes above mine.
"I wouldn't be surprised if Austrailia heard us."
I'm too exhausted to outright laugh. I smile at the ceiling instead.
AN: Ooh, is it hot in here or is it just Dobsley? ;)
Please review! Thank you so much for reading :)
