Locked Out of Spring Break (REWRITING)

Chapter 15: Ruined The Moment

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I push him away after several moments of making out. "That's enough kissing, Jake," I chuckle.

"No it's not," he responds, kissing my lips.

"Yes it is," I sit up, scooting away from him on the mats. "Let's step away from the intimacy for a second and get to know each other before we both do something reckless."  

He sighs, "I don't want to, Rico." He kisses me again.

I question, "Don't you want us to get to know each other more?"

"I just want to kiss you, Rico," he responds, kissing my cheek when I turn my face away in time. "Don't you like kissing me?"

"Don't you want to get to know me?" I ask, growing agitated.

"Not more than I want to kiss you," he answers, "I already know about you and you know a great deal of information about me."

Before he attempts to sneak another kiss on me once again, I put my hand up in his face, directly on his lips. "So, you'd rather kiss me and touch me instead of getting to know me?"

"Yes," he answers in my hand. He removes my hand from his mouth. "I have desired to be intimate with you for the longest and now that I've received a little, I want more. I need more." I look between his legs to see a dent in his boxers, then my eyes land between my own legs. I have a dent too. "Rico, our intimacy cannot be prolonged anymore. I'll go crazy." He places his hand entirely too close to the dent in my boxers.

"Jake, let's just talk about our interests and goals in life," I propose, removing his hand. "I'd love to hear about you and then we can kiss again."

He groans with impatience. "Rico, just one more kiss and I'll cease my pestering."

"Okay," I give in, kissing him. Suddenly, I feel him bite my lip, groaning. Then, I feel him trail his hands all over my back, caressing my butt. Several moments later, Jake grew more intense, exploring my body even more, making me groan in surprise. Each time he touched particular areas, I gasped. Once he dug his hands into my boxers; that's when I knew this was going too far so soon.

"Jake—" I start.

"Rico, I have a confession," he blurts, "Remember after we kissed and I was erect?"

"Yeah," I answer, uncomfortably.

"After that, I had a dream about you."

I become curious, eyeing him peculiarly. "What happened in that dream?"

"I had a dream we did it," he remarks, with his face becoming flushed, "And since I dreamed erotically about you, I can't kiss you without getting instantly horny, because all I see is how you were in my dream."

Now, my cheeks become flushed as well.

"What about how you said that thinking about me made you go limp?" I recall.

He rolls his eyes at me and gives me a look that reads, "Are you dumb or are you just plain dumb?" He didn't even have to say it. It clearly was expressed through his facial.

I attempt to make my mind go elsewhere but nothing came to mind.

"Can you say something at least?" he asks.

I look down at the mats in embarrassment. "So, you dreamt of us having sex?"

"Yeah," he replies, scooting closer to me. "Have you ever dreamed of me like that before?"

I shook my head. "Nope," I remark.

"Not at all?"

"Not at all."