• Chapter 20 •
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It was intense, our gazes clashing and breaths mixing.
I went to try and nudge him out the way but he shook his head. "I wouldn't," He tsked, adding, "Unless you want everyone seeing you coming out of the guys bathroom, now?" I glared at him. Is he an evil genius mastermind? Seriously? How is everything working out in his favour?
Now I'm stuck in here with him because the hall would be jammed packed with people leaving classes.
"You're evil," I murmured, narrowing my eyes at his grin.
"And you're so predictable."
"How about you update your words, you've said that one a few times now-"
"Because it's true," He shot back, loving all of this.
How could I be so dumb? I didn't get ahold of my impatience, and instead, gave into his plan, a plan I didn't even expect! Gotta admit, I am slightly impressed by it, let's be real, but otherwise, annoyed! He may as well have left a cardboard box outside my door for me to open, see a hole in it and still step into it only to fall straight in! Trapped!
He may have won this exchange, but that means nothing, because at the end of the day, I got my revenge when I made a fool out of him in front of everyone. At least that still counts for something.
The sound of the bathroom door swinging open made my eyes widen. Crap, someone is in here, and speaking of crap, I sure hope that's not why they're in here!
"I'd be quiet if I was you," He whispered into my ear, making my stomach tense as I caught the dark grin on his face, his head pulling back and face hovering right in front of mine.
Whoever it was (who thankfully wasn't in here to do a crap) decided leaving just wasn't good enough, and instead, wanted to leave with a nice, lovely, echoing burp. Who does that? Pees and then burps? Anyway, what am I even thinking about? I shouldn't be here to begin with!
Since it was just us again, I pulled my face back and narrowed my eyes at him.
"You know, I meant it when I rejec-"
"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I was you," He murmured.
"Or what?" I gritted, challenging him.
"Or," He smirked. "Or I'll do things to you that'll make you wish you had listened to what I told you." Like what? No, wait, I don't want to know like what, I just want to get out of here and be far away from!
Still, I stiffened, making his smirk deepen. He lifted his arm, surprising me as he brushed his knuckles against my cheekbone.
"What's wrong?" He mumbled, voice quiet yet teasing. "Liking this too much?"
"Hating it..." I gulped, my voice coming across breathy. Shit, shit shit! The emotions I was feeling had to go! It seemed I was thinking not with my brain, but with another part of me right now! Another certain part of my body that shouldn't be influencing any decisions, because those would be very bad decisions to follow.
Oh Luna!
He lowly chuckled. "Lying, huh?" He stepped closer to me, gripping my wrist and his other hand finding its way pressed on my waist. I licked my lips, lifting my chin and glancing up at him. He shook his head, those dark, lustful eyes scanning my face. "That's very bad of you, Cora. Do I have to teach you a lesson about lying?" He leant his face closer, our eyes now levelled.
A moment of silence between us, our heavy breathing mixing as his nose brushed against mine, a moment that felt like time paused. Now how cliche does that sound?
"No," I said faintly.
"No what?" He roughly breathed out, angling his face so his lips brushed against mine. I shook my head. "Mhm," He hummed, neither of us disconnecting from the eye contact. "So disobedient."
"So do something about it," Woah, where did that come from? I blinked in shock at my own words. Raising his brows, he chuckled and then, suddenly, firm lips were being pressed against mine. It was an immediate action, one that intensified as he wasted no time and deepened the kiss. My stomach was excited, my body in delight and my mind fuzzy.
It was a battle. I tried to overpower the kiss, turning my head and deepening it but I didn't get very far, he didn't allow it, immediately overpowering my mouth. He caught my bottom lip with his teeth, pulling it roughly but gentle enough not to draw blood and sucked it in his mouth, before releasing it, and not even a second later, he was back to kissing me. Maybe devouring is a better word for it?
Look...
Let's face it, I've lost in this kiss.
He was amazing. It felt amazing. I feel amazing.
The main bathroom door opening, he abruptly spun us around in the cubicle, sitting on the toilet (the lid was fortunately closed) and pulling me down onto his lap. My thighs on either side of his thighs, his hands grabbed both my ankles, lifting my legs up as if he was a motorbike to ride (wink wink) so that my calves wouldn't be seen.
I moved myself forward, his body tensing as I brushed against his crotch, my crotch directly pressed against and on his, with only our jeans separating the two forbidden areas. Hearing the person leave, he broke the kiss, roughly murmuring, "Keep doing that."
He let go off my ankles, my legs hanging over both sides of his, as his hands found their way to my lower back, one heading to my butt. I was surprised he found something to grab back there, as his hands directed and guided my body to move forward and backwards against his lap.
Releasing a groan of pleasure, he lowered his head, slowly kissing my neck. I tilted my head back.
I will judge myself later for this, but for now, I was enjoying myself, the feeling and the moment. A lot.
He bucked his hips forward, intensifying the feeling as I released a light, throaty noise. It urged me to grind against him faster, his hands tightening their hold on me.
"That's it," he murmured into my ear, before dropping a trail of kisses all down my neck. He kissed a particular spot on my neck, licking it and making me push my chest out, my body tingling in pleasure. I started to notice him sucking the skin, my eyes slowly opening. It would leave a hickey but then, I realised something, if he went beyond a hickey, if he got so caught up in the moment, he could end up potentially marking me.
From what I heard, marking didn't start out pleasurable but instead a painful sensation, and then would slowly ease to a more tolerable feeling, though that wasn't just my concern.
It was the realisation that One, I was giving in to him for too quickly now, and Two, marking was an important ritual sign in relationships between mates. A sign of furthering the relationship, commitment, attachment.
I abruptly pulled myself up, taking him by surprise as he loosened his grip.
"This was a mistake," I breathed out. He looked both frustrated and shocked, his eyes wide and mouth left parted. He looked hot. Really, really attractive. I need to think with my brain, not my hormones!
I ran my hand through my hair and shook my head, bitterly smiling. I was angry more at myself than at him. I wanted to add 'and it wasn't even that good' but I couldn't at all bring myself to say that, which was a lie as well. Usually I would, but it seemed something in this moment had softened me up, had softened my anger towards him for everything he had down.
I don't know what I was feeling, I couldn't explain my current emotions. I was confused.
I fiddled with the lock, rushing out of the cubicle and catching sight of my red cheeks, flustered expression, messy hair and most importantly, the glint in my eyes. Was that desire? I think it was. Hmm, I didn't mind this look on me- Nonsense! Stop! Shaking my head, I zoomed towards the door, barging out into the fortunately empty hallway. Aside from some few students hanging by their lockers, it seemed most of the busy rush of students were long gone.
Surprisingly, Theo didn't try to stop me.
Heading home since school was over about thirty minutes ago now, I was relieved to step foot onto my driveway, rush to the door and shove my keys into the lock.
How could I do that?
The door clicking shut behind me, I pressed my back against it, closing my eyes and leaning my head against the wood.
How could I willingly go along with his... seductive act!?
Worst of all, I liked it!
My internal dilemma was interrupted by a male voice.
"Cora."
• Author's Notes •
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Uh oh. Cora.... whatchu doin honey?
clearly not theo... yet.
bwahahaha BTW
I'm not doing smut.
JUST kidding. I feel like that would be quite a disappointment if I didn't do or add any... intense scenes, especially considering part of me wants to make him sorta intense, with the comments he makes anyway.
Plus, with stories like these (aka, that have controlling, authoritative male characters < in which its romanticized rather than viewed as an unhealthy thing, which realistically, too much control over another is a bad thing that shouldn't be admired) I feel like it leads up to a deserving intense scene to match the many comments that have or will be made by that said character.
Who am I to not deliver it?
:)