As soon as he let us in and closed his apartment door behind him, he set me down.
Excited that we were finally alone, I immediately reached up and looped my arms around his neck, pulling him towards me to kiss him full on the lips.
I felt his hands smooth down my body and then squeeze my butt, pulling me into him. And suddenly he was lifting me again. I automatically wrapped my legs around him, needing to be closer.
He groaned and deepened the kiss, and I felt a happy euphoria erupting inside of me. He pushed me up against the wall, using it to hold me up, as he started paying attention to my neck.
I let out a gasp, shocked by how good he was making me feel.
I ran my hands through his hair, and pulled his head back with one hand, with the other, I scratched a fingernail down his neck, sucking and kissing in its trail. I felt his body tremble, making me feel incredibly elated that I could affect him that way.
“Fuck,” he growled.
He whirled me around and moved further into his dark apartment and then dumped me onto his bed, which felt way lower than it should’vebeen.
I looked around, gathering my bearings, and realized he didn’t have a bedframe and instead, the bed was laying on the ground.
A giggle erupted and I quickly covered my mouth.
He smiled as he towered over me. “Oh yeah, make fun of the loser boy for not having a nice bed like yours,” he said sarcastically.
“Did I just ruin the moment?” I covered my eyes.
“Well, it doesn’t help a guy when you start laughing at him mid-make-out,” heclarified.
He moved to kneel on hisbed.
“Sorry, I forgot, this is supposed to be sweet girl hours,” I told him, trying to keep a straight face.
“Don’t worry, babe,” he said seriously, staring into my eyes while he ripped off his shirt. “I’ll get a ‘please’ out of you.”
He nudged my legs apart to make room for himself, and then leaned forward over me. He pushed my shirt up to expose my stomach. I watched him, barely breathing… waiting… wanting him to touch me.
He kept unnerving eye-contact with me as he traced his tongue up my stomach, making me squirm, and then my shirt was gone too.
My breath hitched and I nervously stopped his hand. He paused, searching my eyes, waiting for more direction from me.
I lightly pushed him to roll around and change positions. Staring down at him, I felt in control. I hadn’t known I’d be able to feel this way with a guy… I felt sexy.
“Damn, Ellie,” he said huskily, and the way he looked at me, the gleaming awe in his eyes as his gaze trailed all over my body, made my usual self-consciousness disappear. I felt confident.
I leaned forward to move his hands above his head, but while I did it, my boob moved directly in front of his mouth, and his tongue drew circles around it. My hips bucked forward from the jolt inside my body, and when I looked back down at him, gone was his playful look from a minute ago, instead, his eyes looked like they were smoldering over.
I leaned forward to make out with him again, and this time, he bit my lip and pulled back lightly.
I pushed deeper into the kiss, and he somehow got his hands loose and was exploring my body, sending a light hum of pleasure coursing through me.
I thought the kisses were making me feel otherworldly… until I realized that feeling was actually the room spinning… and that was definitely not a good thing.
I quickly broke away from him and leaned over the side of his bed… feeling like I was goingto…
Barf.
I felt my throat burn and tears sting my eyes at the embarrassment of the mess I just made in front of me.
“Ellie, did you just throw up?” TJ asked like a dummy.
I tried to swallow the ball of hurt in my throat and keep my voice even. “No,” I heard myself wimper out the lie.
