I took an acting class out of boredom in high school, so I knew I could pull this off, but the moment I kissed Blair, my entire body spasmed. One taste of her sweet mouth and I couldn’t fight the urge to explore deeper.
The softness of her lips against mine, the smell of her perfume, the surprised little gasp she let out, and her delicate fingers tangling in my hair, reeling me in as if she needed me as much as I needed her...
Desire seared through me, and I snapped, sinking into her mouth like a fucking savage. Consumed by primal desire burning within me. The need to possess her, to feel her body beneath mine... Jesusfuck. My hands ached to touch every inch of her body. I couldn’t get her close enough, so I hauled her into my arms and pressed her against the wall, almost fucking afraid she’d disappear.
The heat between us erupted like lava. I was drowning in her, my hands mapping every curve and dip of her body.
Visuals of the new Blair in those cute t-shirts and jeans, baking cookies and cuddling into my chest raced to the forefront of my mind. Mix that with my undeniable arousal, and hatred got lost in translation.
Thank fuck Ana was still there, snapping me out of the trance with a whack to the back, or I probably would’ve tried to fuck Blair against that wall.
Considering how eagerly her body responded to my touch when she kissed me back, I don’t think she’d sayno.
There’s always been this electricity between us, sparking just below the surface. Hatred laced with lust, a potent combination I thought I buried long ago.
Turns out it was just laying dormant, biding its time. I suppressed the desire, and it reared its head when I let my guard down.
Fuck!
The feel of her in my arms, ready, melting, willing... yep, I’m going straight to hell. No number of good deeds can save my ass.
My hands shake as I stand in my living room, glaring at the couch. Part of me wants to barricade the door with it, along with all the other movable furniture, so I can’t storm out and cross the hallway to Blair’s apartment.
I don’t trust myself not to go after her right now.
The memory of her soft curves against me, her sweet mouth, that breathy gasp hitting my ears... perfection. The pull between us is undeniable. It’s a drug I can’t get enough of. I’m already addicted.
God, I’m so fucking screwed.
I open the door and stomp out of my condo, heading straight for hers, my heart pummeling my chest.
My mind’s in a tumult. Knocking doesn’t occur to me until I’m already inside, my feet carrying me straight to her bedroom.
I don’t know why that’s where I aim. Whether my intuition, the sounds emanating from there, or something else guides me, but I’m suddenly right there. And I stop.
Moving, breathing, thinking.
Her scent wafts in the air, a stimulating mix of vanilla, jasmine, and arousal. Coupled with the eyeful I’m getting, it’s almost enough to bring me to my knees.
She lays on her unmade bed, the room dimly lit, the curtains drawn. My eyes adjust to the soft glow of the lamp in the corner. The tiny summer dress has slid off her shoulders, her small, perky breasts on display. Pink, puckered nipples stand to attention, begging to be bitten.
Blair’s head is thrown back, her eyes shut tight, the hemline of her dress bunched around her wasp waist. Her legs are bent at the knees, feet digging into the crumpled sheets, a purple wand between her bare thighs.
The pulsating vibration echoes throughout the room, accompanying her breathless moans and gasps. Her hips move, back bows off the bed, as she firmly presses the wand against her pink, swollen clit with both hands.
She’s fucking magnetic.
The gold, tanned skin of her thighs quivers in anticipation. Knowing that our kiss triggered thissends a rush of smugness through my veins. If I needed confirmation that she thought the same as I did when we kissed,this isit.
I don’t believe in God, but there must be something out there because holy... she’s spectacular. I can’t decide if I want to join her or stare until she comes.
My dick hardens in no seconds flat, straining against my pants, begging to be released. I’d go wild if I got my hands on her right now. I’m already losing touch with reality. Lust and want writhe inside every atom of my body.
My balls pull tight when another breathless moan ricochets off the walls. I could easily come in my pants just watching her thrash on the bed.
A veil of hair scattered across the pillow surrounds her flushed face, and a few locks tangle in her earrings. She circles her hips, pressing the wand closer like she just needs the right angle to set off the climax. Just a little more friction.
Friction she can’t seem to find.
