Moving my hand closer to his mouth and fixing it around him, he starts pushing my sticky finger past his lips. The immediate contact of his warm tongue swirling and sucking around me calms my whole body. The spices must swim in his mouth as they still swim in mine; cheesy, salty, and sweet. He licks each finger sensually, and thoroughly as I fight the urge to moan.
My eyelids are half shut while I enjoy the wetness of his mouth and the subtle graze of the cool lip ring along my finger.
On the last finger, he swallows all of it, sucking on it before he pulls away. My eyes follow his succulent lips as he departsfrom my finger and my ring pops in between his front teeth before he seals it inside his palm.
“Give it back.” I grit my teeth in anger.
“No.”
“Meadow.”
“What you gonna do about it?” His mouth slowly curves.
I climb on his lap in seconds, trying to take back my mother’s ring as I hold his throat and force him to open his hand but he cuffs my wrists behind my back instead and denies me that.
“I’ll bite your fucking nose if you don’t,” my voice is full of warning as I breathe audibly.
“Do it,” he goads, “How else do we get to know each other?”
Frowning, I spit out, “I hate you.”
“Show me how much you hate me.” His hands still pin mine behind my back.
High electricity hovers in the space between us and if someone gets near us they will get shocked by it. I wish I could take those shades off. I get pieces of him, not the full image. But I also can’t deny myself the soft texture of his lips and that lip ring that feels ridiculously good between my lips as our mouths crash against each other.
He lets go of my hands and the first thing I do is slide the shades atop his head and slither my fingers over his strong jaw.
The tip of our tongues brushes against each other. Over and over and over again. In circles. The passion heightens. The heat tints my cheeks. My sopping pussy pulses in excitement.I lick along his lip ring and drag it gently. The groans he lets out send a shiver along my spine.
It’s brief but it sucks me in and it is out of my control that my hips grind against him, and my throat creates those soft sounds.
My hands run along his shoulder blades, feeling his deep cuts and taut muscles. His fingers clasp down on my thighs, kneading them and I grab his wrist and place it around my throat. A moan fleeing from my lips and into his mouth. Fuck, he feels too good. Fire warms my core and I…
“No…” I pull back but his lips touch mine one more time. “We can’t.”
Catching my breath, I up my gaze to Meadow, sucked into the dimensions of green swimming in his irises. Darkness encapsulates us, the lights surrounding us barely reach the parking lot but I get a gorgeous shadow to look at—at least what I make out of it.
“Why can’t we?” he whispers against my mouth. “It’s just a kiss.”
I was never the one-time type of girl; one kiss, one night. Maybe I can be but not with him. I can’t do this to him, and I can’t do this to our parents.
“I can’t do this with you, you will hurt me.”
“Why would you think that?” his clenched jaw tics harshly where my hands still cup his face, “What if you hurt me?”
I stay quiet as I gaze at him. No smartass comments slip out of my mouth.
“Momentary lapse of judgment.” He says with venom onhis tongue, pulling my hands away from him and placing my ring back in my hand. “Whatever, Wilder.”
“I had so much fun, you had to ruin it.” My voice is barely a whisper. I lift myself off of him and stride to my room, but instead, my legs decide to take me to the back of the motel.
I pace back and forth in anger and agitation like I’ve done a forbidden thing with a forbidden someone. Maybe I shouldn’t have used those words. I wouldn’t know either way.
I huff in annoyance at the warm breeze which doesn’t contribute in any way other than burn me extra hot. Nothing can extinguish this craving that is raging inside me.
I’m trying to make sense of it. This is my hormones, right?
Mom? Please give me a sign.I rub my eyes which are stinging with unshed tears.
