5 - Touch me, please me, ruin me.

Forcing my fingers away from my clit, I pressed my legs tightly together. I watched as his eyes followed my movements darkening upon settling on my thighs. I swallowed hard, feeling my arousal intensified. Damnit! What was wrong with me?

"How did you get in here?" I managed to ask, causing his eyes to flick back to mine.

"Your mom begged I give you a ride to school." He murmured, his almost transparent eyes blazing with something wicked.

I swallowed hard, my insides drenched in wetness.

"Were you thinking of me while you touched yourself?" He asked abruptly, his gaze travelling back to my thighs which were still rubbed against each other.

"My sexual fantasy is non of your business." I quickly snapped, feeling weirdly turned on.

"But if that sexual fantasy is me, I think it's actually all of my damn business." He murmured, leaning even closer. I could feel the heat from his body surrounding mine causing me to feel hot in the worst possible ways. God, I wanted him. 

"Do you want me to help you." He murmured, as if reading my thoughts. I should say no, I should push him out of my room, yet I some how found myself nodding.

The grin he gave me was pure sin. "I need you to say the words, kitten. Tell me exactly what you want from me."

Without trying to think about how desperate I looked right now, or how much I'II probably regret it later. I grabbed his forearm. "Touch me. I need you to touch me Nick."

I watched his lips curled into a dark smile, and just like that he pulled off my sleep shorts along with my panties. I swallowed hard as his fingers trailed upwards in slow steps, suddenly brushed up against the center of me, fingertips pressing against my c**t in a way that had me gasping.

"Right there," he whispered gently into my ear, a hint of satisfied amusement in his voice. I bowed my head forward as he circled my c**t with frustrating precision.

"Yes, right there." I breathed, my hand still gripping his arm, not wanting him to move an inch as pleasures surged through me with each torturous touch he gave me.

The world around me slowly faded, all I could concentrate on was Nick and his expert fingers. The way he circled my c**t was maddening. He kept a slow and easy rhythm, teasing me. Occasionally biting and kissing on my neck, the sensations incredible, almost too much to handle. 

"So responsive, kitten." He said huskily. "Let your body tell me exactly what you want from me."

My body wanted him to take me to a place of complete and utter ecstasy. It wanted him to please me like this for hours... and good god, I was more than willing to do anything for pleasures, right now. 

His fingers shifted suddenly, before he plunged two into me. I gasped breathlessly, soft moans rolling off my lips, at the depth of the fullness they could reach inside me. I clutched tightly at his shirt, not caring how many girls he had pleasured to be this good at it. Because right now, in this tight heated space non of that felt real.

"This feels... so good." I choked out, I could feel him everywhere, all over me. It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. 

"Fuck Kitten." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me."

I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet?

"Nick... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him. 

His arm around me tightened. Every thrust of his fingers felt almost too good. He was just too good at this, I couldn't bring myself to think of anything other than the pleasure he was giving me.

"I'm not stopping until you cum on my fingers." He growled softly. "Let your body show me how much it craves my touch."