Sweet and decadent and most likely meant to kill me.
It’s soaked into my bloodstream.
It feels like I’m dying.
My chest tightens. I spit into my hand, working myself faster. My fingers curl around the edge of my seat as I stroke. My pulse flickers. It’s humiliating how pent up I am over a pathetic kiss. My hand twists with purpose. My body aches with need. I want to kiss him again. The feel of his hands along my body. The strong way he held me to him. My lips still buzz with the feeling. I feel marked. Claimed.
And the worst part is, I want another taste so bad.
My climax hits me hard with no warning.
I bite my cheek, stopping my moans. My stomach contracts. Warmth spills over my fist, and I sag when it’s over. My head feels light. My hands are shaking. I don’t know what’s happening to me.
I’ve never experienced even a sliver of this.
This is everything I’ve avoided wanting, and now I know why.
It’s torture.
I close my eyes, but the sticky warmth on my belly begins to irritate me. As I clean myself up, my phone vibrates. I reach between the seats to grab it from the front and lie back down.
Sawyer:
I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, but I just want to say thank you again. I needed tonight.
Sawyer:
Not the kissing part, just talking
Sawyer:
Not that I minded the kissing part
Sawyer:
The kissing part was great
Sawyer:
Ten out of ten kissing part
A smile grows on my lips. He’s so irritating.
Sawyer:
Right. You’re probably trying to block my number now
Sawyer:
I keep typing and I don’t know why
Sawyer:
Good night
I stare at the rambling messages, and before I can stop myself my fingers are typing.
Aiden:
