Page 3 of Habits

His tongue enters my mouth, mine meeting it halfway. I murmur incoherently in approval as our tongues mash together in a dance so synchronized, you’d think we’d done this before.

Long, frantic kisses that make my whole body hot and needy.

Plunging my tongue deeper into his mouth, I rub my body against his. My hands dig into his scalp, trying to control our kiss.

Andrew groans into my mouth. The sound is low and almost painful. I can feel his hard cock growing even harder between my legs. Big and imposing, just like its owner.

I want him, and there’s no resisting it. I rub against him, my head falling back in pleasure.

“Drew...”

His lips don’t stop for a second. They leave small, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and over my collarbone. He sucks lightly at the hollow between my shoulder and neck, and I know it’ll leave a bruise.

Fucking barbarian. Not that I have it in me to care.

I continue rocking against him. One of his hands goes to my ass, passing the barrier of my pants and meeting naked skin, as he helps me move against his hardness. The other cups my breast through my tank top and sports bra.

In a hurry, he pulls the material down, revealing my breasts. For a few heartbeats, he simply stares at the revealed flesh, then his heated eyes meet mine.

“This is insanity.”

Andrew doesn’t wait for my response. His mouth suckles on my hard nipple, his tongue teasing circles around the tip.

My back arches, looking for more of his warm touch. More of his hands. More of his lips. More of him.

And there’s nothing that can stop this madness—all I can do is close my eyes and moan his name.

Beg him for more.

I can feel him tremble under the palms of my hands, so I increase my rocking. Pressing harder against his rigid length.

Andrew doesn’t leave me hanging. His hips push upward, meeting mine. We’re dry-humping almost manically, losing control as we fight for dominance over each other. Pushing and pulling and biting.

There are too many clothes between us, but I can still feel his hardness pressing against my pulsing clit. His big hands are on my waist, holding me, pulling me down more firmly and helping me move and rock against him until I can feel the world crumble beneath me.

As we come down from our high, our breathing and heart rates slowing down, the silence that fills the room is palpable. I get off his lap and rearrange my clothes in a hurry, suddenly aware and embarrassed by the whole situation.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

I don’t dare look him in the eyes, afraid of what I’ll find there. Turning on the balls of my feet before he can say a word, I let the darkness surround me.

Jeanette

Now

With disgust, I look at the water bottle in my hand. It’s hard being one of the only people who’s sober in a room full of drunk teenagers, but if there’s one rule I never break, it’s that I don’t drink and drive. And tonight, the role of DD fell on me. Happy, happy times.

Frustrated, I lean against the wall, blending in with the shadows. My eyes scan the room full of people in different costumes before they finally land on a witch and a hockey player. I smirk at them, but it doesn’t last long.

Max was right after all. Bringing Amelia to this party was the right choice. Hopefully, she and Derek will work through whatever shit they have going on and get it over with. They’ve been moping around for a couple of weeks. Amelia even went as far as to lock herself in her bedroom for days after she found one of the school’s hussies on his doorstep while he was practically naked.

Not that I witnessed the event or anything, but you would be surprised how much you can find out if you only stand on the sidelines and listen. People tend to forget you are there and blab their big mouths. Or maybe they like to gossip way too much and don’t care if somebody’s listening.

There’s also the fact that Max told me all about their plan. I was skeptical, but I went along with it. Because of my brother. Not Derek. Not Amelia. My brother.

I scan the crowd for him and find him with some of his hockey teammates. They’re talking and laughing.

The weight I didn’t even realize was there disappears, and my insides soften immediately.

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