The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

30

And it fucking hurts.

Alex's body pressed on his now and Paris could swear he could hear her heart beating. It was fast. Racing. Matching to the tempo of his. "Does that make me a bad person?"

His answer came out in a breath, "No."

Her lips jammed on his this time, like she couldn't wait any second more and he was glad that she didn't. Hands rushed to feel every part that it could, tongues battling and craving for more, body burning every moment that it wasn't skin to skin.

Paris wasn't sure how they had reached her bed, her on top of him shirtless with only a bra on and him shirtless, his lips red and swollen. "I can't do this."

An amused look crossed her face because it was obvious he would do it but she decided to play along. "Why not? Is it Father? They travelled away together with the twins. We're alone."

"Marcos."

The name came out like a prayer, his head spinning. He couldn't do this to him. It felt like he was... Cheating. It didn't feel right. "Do you not feel the same attraction to Marcos? Just like you do for me?"

The amused look went away. "I have a feeling you want me to say yes. Is this a kink of yours?" She bent her face to his body, grinding on his semi boner, causing him to bite on his lips as she whispered into his ears. "Do you want him to watch?"

You can't have me alone. It has be the two of us.

But the words never left his lips.

In a flash, she was pinned down to the bed, her hands above her head while he kissed her. The hunger he had craved for so long pushing him more and more to the brink of insanity, and the moment he had been inside her, a memory flashed through his head.

"Would I get to fuck you?"

"I doubt you'd be good enough to be rewarded with more than your head in between my thighs,"

"Paris?"

He could feel her hands on his cheeks, making him look at her. Her face for the first time since they had met, held a genuine expression. Worry. "Why are you crying?"

Because I have wanted to do this for so long, and now that I am, it feels like I'm saying goodbye.

He kissed her as a reply, his hips moving as he thrusted harder into her, each moan and grunt that left their lips reminding him of every single second they had spent together.

Every kiss he gave her, every stroke, his mind screamed the words he wanted to say.

I love you.

Stay.

Stay.

Stay.

After, they had slept together and the second he woke up, he realized that she was gone and found her seated on the alcove area around her window. She sat hunched, staring outside with a comforter her body, and the moment he sat up, she turned to him, her voice small, "You're awake."

"Why are you there and not here?"

Her response had been without any emotion. "I find it hard to sleep."