Page 30 of Spin The Bottle
I roll my eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I grip the back of his neck and bring him down, crushing my lips to his.
This, I’m good at.
The talking, not so much, but this? This I can do.
I lift onto my tiptoes, brushing my lips with his, feeling his tongue prod the entrance of my lips. I open up for him, welcoming him, wanting him, and he enters.
His tongue swipes over mine, our mouths working together as the kiss gets hotter and deeper. My teeth graze his bottom lip, sucking on it as I pull away and bring my tongue back into his mouth. A groan builds in his throat, but I swallow it down before it can escape. He’s consuming me, in this moment all I can feel is him, all I can taste is him, all I can think of is Aiden.
“God, Leila,” he rasps between kisses and pushes us so I’m pinned against the wall once again. His hand grips my face as he deepens the kiss, making love to my mouth. Fuck. The way his tongue sucks on mine makes my knees wobble and my clit ache, so badly. I involuntarily grind up, making contact with the bulge poking through his jeans.
He pulls back for a second, his dark, lustful eyes burning a hole into mine. His eyes widen as if he doesn’t believe I just did that, but I’m not backing down. I started this, and I’m going to finish it. I’m going to end up in Aiden’s bed tonight.
He dives back in, crushing his mouth back down to mine. His kiss is better than actual fucking. I could do this all night. But I need more.
My hands play with the hem of his t-shirt, letting my fingers span the hot, hard flesh of his stomach. His abs ripple beneath my fingertips. God, he feels so good.
His big hands leave my face, making their way down to my waist. I don’t even care to think of what he’s feeling or if his hands are touching the rolls in my back. I don’t care. He grips my waist with a fervor I can feel in my core every time he touches me.
His lips leave mine, trailing down my jaw and neck. His tongue plays with the skin, licking and sucking, the feeling making me lose control in my legs.
“Aiden,” I whisper, needing him to do something. Anything.
He moans against my skin. “My name sounds so good coming from your lips,” he grunts, thrusting a little, making our crotches align. My head lulls back, consumed with the small pleasure the friction provides.
“I need more,” I gasp when his fingers brush against the hard nipples poking through the thin material of the dress.
He gives me one quick kiss. “You want me to fuck you?” he smiles against my lips. “I’m so close to lifting that dress and feeling how wet you really are for me,” he says, going in for another kiss before he licks my bottom lip.
I don’t answer him, I just bump my hips up, grazing his hard dick once again. “I’d prefer a bed,” I breathe out.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Come back to my place?” he asks.
I nod. I’m not completely moved into Rosie’s place yet. “What about Grayson and Rosie?” I ask him, letting out a moan when he pushes his erection against me. “I don’t want anyone to know.”
His tongue traces my ear, biting it. “Then we’ll have to be quiet.”
I’m used to that. Being quiet, keeping it a secret. It’s nothing new to me. “Fine. Just go before I really do fuck you in this hallway.” I push him away, fixing my hair and dress.
He chuckles, fixing his cap and adjusting his jeans. My tongue darts out to lick my lips as I look at his crotch. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
12
Ask nicely
This wasn’t the plan. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I should be racked with guilt, but the prospect of feeling her lips again, tasting her, having her, makes me forget about everything but the girl in front of me.
My eyes drop to the curve of her ass, jiggling in that tight dress of hers with every step she takes. God, she felt so good underneath my fingers, all soft and pliant. Not the usual stubborn, cold girl she normally is around me.
I felt her move against me, enjoy me, take pleasure from my body. And now I want more. I want to rip off that dress of hers and trace her body with my tongue, feeling every dip and curve. I want to hear that breathy moan again. I want to know if she’s a screamer, or if she moans quietly.
I grab her hand when I see Grayson’s house and don’t bother letting her go. I’m not letting go of her anytime soon.
“What are you doing?” she chastises, whisper-yelling at me, looking around to see if anyone is noticing, but she has nothing to worry about. There isn’t a soul around here.
I open the door and pull her inside, and I’m back on her as soon as her back hits the door, bringing my lips to hers. Fuck, she tastes so good. Like sugar, pure fucking sugar. She’s so sweet when she’s not telling me to fuck off.
“Admit it,” I nip at her bottom lip. “You like me.”
