The alcohol in my body was to blame for my actions. When they called alcohol liquid courage, I never understood it. Until now.
Until I was on top of Jaylen, his cock pressed against the thin fabric that was separating from my sex.
Mona would be so proud of me. Taking initiative in something I'd never done before. She would be proud of the fact I finally had my first real kiss. I didn't count kissing Tommy during recess back in grade school.
Kissing Jaylen felt right. Fate really said that it was meant to be. She planned it all out and was waiting on the couch with a bag of popcorn, watching the scene unfold in front of her. If this was a movie, there was probably fireworks going off in the background in celebration.
His hands tugged on his shirt, wanting to take it off and I obliged. I pulled away from him and he pulled the shirt off of my body in one quick movement. His eyes travelled down my chest. There was a spark behind his eyes when saw tiny hearts on my nipples.
"You're fucking killing me here, Lilliana," He moaned out and I couldn't help but smirk. Thank goodness, I switched my piercing.
Then, he grabbed my neck and pulled me down and met his lips once again. My hands took off the towel on my head and threw it somewhere on the floor.
His soft kisses were exchanged for one's that took my breath away. He kissed me like it was going to be the last. All of the unspoken words were said through the very kiss he took from my lips.
He grabbed a fistful of my wet hair on the back of my head, tugging it back causing me to moan in pleasure and to close my eyes. His lips were on my jaw and down my neck. Licking and sucking every space on my body, marking his claim on me.
While his other hand on my pussy, rubbing his fingers against the damped fabric. Teasing me, rubbing circles on my clit. A moan left my lips as he picked up his pace and his mouth enclosed one of my nipples.
"You're already so wet for me, little one," I rubbed against his finger, loving the feeling of euphoria. There was a tight knot in my abdomen, the more I rubbed against his finger. Am I about to come? Am I about to experience my first orgasm?
That stupid nickname he called me back in the club. I never heard it before but I liked it.
His touch soon vanished from my clit and he let go of my hair. Pouting, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He had an amused expression on his face. He just robbed me of my first orgasm and he was glad about it? I am going to kill him.
"Was my precious Lily about to come?" He asked, teasingly. I rolled my eyes at him, grabbing his shirt from the bed and put it on.
"What do you think you're doing?" I got off of him and headed to his bathroom, not responding. My brush sat on the counter and I picked it up and brushed my hair out. I needed to calm myself down.
Things were escalating and I didn't know how to take hold of it. I had to keep in mind the reason I went to university. I should be focusing on my assignments. With every second I spend with Jaylen, I could be getting ahead of my class.
Jaylen stood behind me, shirtless. My eyes looked at him through the mirror in front of us, wandering all over his tattoos. He pressed his body against me as he leaned on his hands on the counter.
"What's going through that cute little head of yours, princess?"
Our eyes met in the mirror. He was reading me and figuring it all out himself. No point in lying to him so I decided to keep quiet. After their game on Wednesday, I need to keep some distance from him. My priorities were jumbled and I needed my ducks in order.
He let out a sigh of defeat before reaching into the cabinet beside the counter for the hairdryer. In silence, he plugged the cord into the outlet and turned it on. He grabbed the brush from my hands and began to dry my hair.
My hand was playing with my lower lip as I watched his movements closely. Why was he drying my hair? I didn't even ask him; he just did it on his own.
This relationship was bound to burn in flames alongside the unspoken thoughts. For the first time in a while, I was afraid to speak what was on my mind. We didn't have communication. And that was important in any relationship.
Our personalities would clash at one point, stirring up problems that we may not overcome. Jaylen had his priorities straight and that was basketball. He had too much to lose if he indulged himself with me.
While I needed to get my degree. My parents would be disappointed in me if I didn't meet their standards, especially when it came to school. Being disowned by my own family wasn't on my to-do list.
But I liked what we had. Whatever this was. When he mentioned that his father was setting him up with Gabby, my blood boiled. I was jealous. The thought of him being with another girl burned my insides.
I didn't even notice my hands turned into fists until Jaylen pointed it out, "Lilliana, tell me what you're thinking."
He turned the dryer off, placing it on the counter, "Nothing important. Don't worry about it."
"Don't hold yourself back. Tell me what's on your mind," He turned me around, his eyes meeting mine.
Now or never, "What are we doing here? It seems like I'm wasting my time with you. Leading myself on."
"Because of Gabby, right?" His hands cupped my face, "She's not a problem. Let me worry about her."
"Obviously, your future is already set in stone with her. I'll help you with your game on Wednesday but after that, I think we should stop this."
That was more than I wanted to say but I can't take it back now. He was processing what I said, letting me have the opportunity to get out of his grasp. I walked back into his bedroom, grabbing my phone from his nightstand.
I needed to get out of here because sleeping beside him was a recipe for leading myself on. It was almost three in the morning and I was sure there was some Uber driver looking for one last drive.
"You're not going anywhere," Jaylen said, plucking my phone out of my hands.
"Give my phone back," He held my phone up high and my height was no help at all. Even when I jumped as high as I could, it was pointless. I barely reached his elbow. Curse my shortness.
"Don't you think if I was serious with another girl I wouldn't be making this much effort to spend time with you?" He got me there.
"Because you're a playboy who can't keep it in his pants," Wow, I have no filter.
"Get in the bed before I force you in there," He threatened and he was serious about it too. A scoff left my lips, debating whether or not to follow his order.
"If you wanted a quick fuck, maybe you should've asked Olivia."
"Get. Your. Ass. In. Bed. Now." That got my ass moving.
I jumped into bed, wrapping the blanket over my head, afraid to see the wrath he was about to unleash on me. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed his buttons. But I couldn't help it. There were no brakes in my mouth, it just kept going.
I heard him move around; the faucet running in the bathroom, the sound of him brushing his teeth. A few minutes later, I felt the bed dip beside me which made me turn my body sideways, facing away from him.
He got under the covers but he didn't reach out for me. Gosh, is he really that mad? I didn't peg him to be hurt over some words that I didn't mean. If this was his way of getting me to apologize, it was working.
The battle of whether or not to give in to him and wrap my arms around him, be the big spoon, fought in my head. I suppressed the groan in my throat, turning around and wrapping my arms around his naked upper body. My leg swung over his, pulling myself closer to him.
"You're such a big baby," I mumbled against his back. He caught what I said because he chuckled. Switching our positions, he was now the big spoon. His head cradled in my neck. His hot breath against my skin caused unwanted goosebumps.
"You never have to worry about anyone else. It's just you, Lilliana."