“Thanks,” I say and then clear my throat, realising how hoarse I’ve gone.
“You want to try?”
“No, I’m good. You’re the last one I want to be intoxicated around.”
He lights it up and takes a long drag. “I get it. Totally sensible.”
His lazy eyes find mind once again, something dark and dangerous swimming there. He wants something from me. He always wants something from me. I guess if I’m leaving, I can want something from him too. Only this Fiz, not the other version.
“Although… I’m pretty much in the same state Caden was the other night. You could take something from me too.” There’s hope in his voice. Enticing, irresistible temptation dripping off him.
“No nuts, remember?” I point up to the camera behind me.
He gives it a brief glance, then back to me. “I can wipe it tomorrow. If you wanted to, that is.”
I frown. “You’re fucking with me.”
He holds up two fingers. “Scout’s honour, princess. You know I want you. I’m too high and glued to this sofa to do any of the things I want to do to you, so why not take advantage? Use me. While you can. I want to feel your delicious pussy again, Elodie.”
Despite my best efforts, said pussy is soaking right now. Has been since he looked at me with those dark, hypnotic eyes when he handed me the paper.
Why not?the darkness whispers,you won’t ever see him again.
His fingers snake over to me, brushing up my leg like feathers, raising goosebumps on my hot skin. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispers. “Like ethereal level.”
“Shut up.”
“No, you are. And it’s the only time I’ll give you a compliment like that, so take it.”
I hate the fact I’m smiling. Would it be so wrong to indulge right now?
I bite my lip as if my body is physically protesting against saying the words. “Thank you, Fiz.”
His fingers travel higher, stroking the inside of my thigh, making me melt into a pile of sweltering need. “Just let me play with it, just a little. Please?” His fingers reach the top of my thigh, the contact on my pussy sending a jolt of heat through my middle.
When I don’t back away, he advances, running his fingers along the outline of my pussy.
My eyes roll. “Fuck.” I press into his hand, realising how good this friction feels.
“Yes, baby,” Fiz breathes, leaning into me, “come and make yourself feel good.”
He closes the distance and his lips brush against the bottom of my neck. I find myself angling it to allow him better access. I let out a soft moan as his lips press light, coaxing kisses along the column. My hands find his arms, run the length of his long, toned, powerful muscles. A pulse appears between my legs, heat gathers everywhere.
Why can’t I let this happen? Why the hell shouldn’t I? Alfie’s refrained from touching me again like I carry something contagious. Constantly denying there’s any attraction to me. This man here… He’s never once denied it. He’s been so open about what he wants. He’s never once made me feel as unwanted as Alfie has. Or Caden.
I’m only just realising it. Fiz has been unapologetic and unashamed of wanting me. That’s what I’ve been craving. It’s been here the whole time. What makes it even more tempting is knowing I’d have been intimate with Caden’s cousin as well as his best friend – willingly, freely. He can think I’m nothing but a dirty whore, but the satisfying fact he’ll have to live with is that I’m a dirty whore for anyone but him.
“Come on, princess,” Fiz says against my neck, “I know you want to. I know you want someone to make you feel good. Why don’t you do it yourself? Use me.”
It sends me over the edge. As soon as I pounce, he’s there to catch me, arm around my back, other hand sliding underneath to my ass and hauling me onto him. My hands wrap around his neck, and my lips find his first and it’s crazy how a bit of arousal and weed can change your entire perception on a person.
High Fiz kisses like a lover makes love. Slow, sensual. Long, soft strokes of his tongue against mine. As if he’s afraid to scare me away. As if he wants me to know he can be gentle. His arm stays around my back, hauling me in to press hard against his body. The other one – which is clearly holding the joint as the plume of smoke is going straight up my nose – cups my face, thumb stroking along my jaw. It’s the most loving kiss I’ve ever experienced. The kiss with Alfie was desperate, aggressive. An exorcism of famished need built up over days of intense longing. This gentle song of tongue and lips between Fiz and I has sprung from nowhere. It’s new, it’s fragile. It needs careful exploring.
He’s hard beneath me, my body moving against his erection in rhythm with the motion of our tongues. Deep, sensuous strokes.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes into my mouth, “you keep grinding on me like that and I’m gonna fucking bust in my pants.”
The idea of making Fiz come apart sends me rolling my hips even harder. To see him crumble, to watch him squirm. The music moves onto “Mood Swings” by Pop Smoke and I lose myself to the soft, alluring melody, grinding on him even more.
