Chapter 17: Phone

The Hills by the Weeknd was playing in the background, the melody resounding in my head. His hand that rested on my neck glided down over my breast, feeling my hardened nipple. He groaned and his hand was lowering to my lower back where my shirt had ridden up. His fingers touched bare skin and he growled, putting his head in my neck and inhaling deeply. His hand widened on my back, feeling as much skin as possible. ''My treasure.'' He said, so softly I almost didn't hear it. Somewhere far, far away in my head I thought about a certain flower I once received in my locker but that thought quickly went, my body urges more important. I wanted nothing more than to relieve the tension I felt down there and I ground my opening against his c*ck, feeling it getting harder and harder for me.

He grabbed my other leg, swung it over his other hip so I was flying with my legs open wide for him. I wound my legs around him and locked my feet together. He supported me with his body and I felt his full