I kept my head lifted, remaining imprisoned in his eyes, which oscillated from my lips to my eyes. But Will caught my attention again by sucking in the smoke that came out of my lips. He greedily sucked it into his mouth, bringing his lips dangerously close to mine. I felt a pleasant tremor when a warm hand was placed on my bare thigh. I immediately recognized the touch. The length of the fingers and the metallic cold of the rings led me to look at where our skin touched. James continued to look at me with his bright, dilated eyes. His scent reached my nostrils insolently, forcing me to close my eyes from the pleasure radiating throughout my whole body, all of it gathering in my lower stomach. I couldn’t hold his frenzied, arousing gaze any longer; his red, full lips were a vision that made my stomach tie itself in knots.
William applied a little pressure, and I soon realized that the pecks he was leaving on my neck were becoming full-blown love bites.
I should’ve stopped them. It was wrong. But then why did it feel so good? My heart stopped in my throat when James’s hand started moving along my thigh. I opened my eyes again, and couldn’t help but follow the trajectory of his rough palm across my boiling skin.
My cheeks started burning and the shivers multiplied as I felt the rings gently scratch against my soft flesh.
And when his fingers met the hem of my skirt, I saw his lips move. I didn’t let out a peep, just an imperceptible movement.
June, stop me.James sent me that message just using lip movements. He’d been waiting for me to tell him to stop. He was hesitating because of that. But I stayed still, incapable of opposing it. And I sensed from how his expression became worried that my reaction stirred conflicting emotions. His hand was planted on my thigh, but he seemed tormented by an internal struggle that I couldn’t decipher.
I bit my lip when William’s nuzzles increasingly lingered along my whole neck. He kissed me in more than one place, causing me to let out small moans that I struggled to hold back.
But James didn’t seem to pay attention. I caught him licking his lips as he targeted me like a famished predator. He never got close to my face, but all it took was for him to look at me to throw me into turmoil. My heartbeat sped up and every inch of my bare skin was burning under his warm fingers.
An odd pressure between my thighs throbbed, and when James’s warm fingertips slid my skirt up so slowly it was almost painful.
“Will, easy.” I let out a stifled groan when I felt William’s hand grab my chin firmly to make me look at him.
“Will,” said James again, without getting his friend’s attention.
William snared my lower lip in his mouth and sucked on it, then he bit it firmly. I let out another groan, this time in pain.
“Will. She fucking told you to go easy.” James’s voice was so authoritative that William immediately ripped himself from my lips and looked at him, frowning. We were all out of breath, with our chests throbbing and our cheeks red. James ran his fingers through his hair; he looked conflicted, again unsure what to do.
“June!”
Suddenly someone was trying to force the door open.
“Did you lock yourself inside?!”
My mom . . . my mom? My mom!
“Fuck!” James cursed under his breath.
“Get out now!” was the only thing I could say right then.
I bolted to the bathroom to grab a spray to remove the persistent smell.
“From where?” The guys laughed.
James pointed out the window to William who, after reaching it, decided to come back to give me a peck on the lips that left me confused.
I felt my knees buckle. I sat down on the bed and was shocked when James came back too. My heart skipped a beat when he got close to my face and reached his hand behind my back.
“I forgot this,” he sneered in my ear, grabbing a lighter off the bed.
I closed my eyes, but I could faintly hear what he said.
“This time you took a big risk, princess.”
35
James
“April has remarkable talent, don’t you think?”
I’d probably given off the vibe that I was someone interested in art—a woman had been talking to me about art for almost half an hour. And I wasn’t even listening to her. She wore a tight-fitting skirt so short that if I bent down to tie my shoes I would’ve seen her underwear. Assuming she was wearing any. The girl was drinking sparkling wine and shooting me suggestive looks. I didn’t remember her name or know who she was.
