"Well, it's better than being called an asshole, bully, and manwhore," I sassily replied.
"Hmm." He waggled his hand in the air in a balancing gesture, his lips twitching in amusement.
I slapped his chest playfully before rubbing the same spot soothingly. "Well, you were so special to me."
Harrison sobered and shook his head, regret written on his features, mentally kicking himself for fucking up so badly in the past.
I continued to rub his chest as I spoke. "I didn't let myself think about you that way during those dark years, but once we started becoming friends, I knew I was falling for you. That's why it hurt so bad when I thought you were playing me. Because for those few weeks I saw glimpses of the boy I knew mixed in with the man you were growing into. And I was falling for him. When I thought it was all a game, I obviously thought your personality during that time was a fraud, too."
My face darkened from the negative memories, although they weren't as sharp as they had been.
"Getting to know you for these last few weeks—the man you've become, the goals you've achieved, and oh, my God, doing this reunion for me?" I shook my head in wonder.
"How could Inotstart falling for you all over again?"
I traced his lips with my fingers. "And now to know that you weren't faking it with me all those years ago? This has all just been a dream. A good dream that I don't want to wake up from."
I took a deep breath and looked him in the eye, ready to admit my truth. There was nothing left holding me back; holdingusback.
"So, yes. I do love you, Harrison. How could I not?"
My last word ended in a squeal as Harrison lifted me in his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, mouths fused in passion.
He walked me to the small table at the back of the room and set me down, his mouth still attached to mine. I grabbed his shirt and tugged it up, groaning in annoyance when I realized I had to stop kissing him in order for his shirt to go.
He chuckled as he helped me. "So impatient, baby."
"Then strip faster," I demanded.
"Yes, ma'am."
I laughed as he swiftly lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it carelessly over his shoulder. His heavy gaze fell on my lace-covered breasts, eyes flaring in unconcealed lust.
"Love these titties," he groaned appreciatively as he lifted the weight of them in his palms. I moaned and closed my eyes as his thumb massaged my nipples through the material.
My panties were growing damper by the minute. I needed to feel him inside me.
I reached behind and unhooked my bra. Harrison wasted no time bending his head and taking one of my pink peaks between his teeth. He gently nibbled before soothing it with his tongue. I moaned as he started to suckle, the sensation hitting me deep in my cunt.
As good as it felt, we were on a time crunch. I was hyper-aware that we were fucking around in the back room of our old high school where a gathering of people worked just outside the thin door. Shit, they would probably hear us.
My eyes paused on Harrison's sexy chest and abs.
Oh, well.
"Foreplay later; need you now," I panted.
I yanked at the front of his pants before clumsily attempting to unbutton them. When my hand landed on the zip, he stopped me.
"As much as I'm lovin' this desperation, baby, I think I should take my pants off. My dick is no good if you yank it down with my zipper."
I gave a chuff of laughter before holding my hands up and away. I began working on my own clothes, quickly shucking off my shorts and kicking them away before leaning back, topless, with only a scrap of tiny red panties covering me.
"God damn," Harrison groaned.
His eyes flickered between my naked tits and the damp spot between my thighs as if he couldn't decide what he wanted to focus on more. He quickly pushed his jeans down, taking his boxer briefs with him. My eyes immediately fell on his long, hard length, standing tall and proud against his ripped stomach.
"God damn, indeed," I murmured as I leaned forward and licked at his tip, tasting his precum.
