Chapter Thirty-Three
Thirty-three
Kian
For the first time in my life, I want something. Bad enough that I’ve asked for it. But like always, I can never be sure if it wants me back.
Scarlett’s frozen. Just blinking up at me in complete shock.
Her gaze keeps roaming my soaked clothes, as if she’s trying to make sense of everything.
When I realized her car wasn’t at Iona House, I didn’t need to guess where she’d be.
I left my car in the parking lot, sure it’ll get towed, and ran straight to her.
“But we’re friends. That’s what we agreed to on the phone. You said so yourself.”
There’s a tremor to her voice, and the way she fidgets with her fingers tells me she’s nervous. I take one step closer to her, preventing myself from just holding her in my arms. I miss her, but she’s right here. I’m so sick of missing people who are close enough to touch but never to be with.
“We are friends. Best friends,” I confirm. “But I don’t think about my friends the way I think about you.”
“How do you think about me?” Her words are hesitant, like she’s afraid of the answer.
“Like six seconds will never be enough for me when to comes to you,” I say.
“I don’t want to be anywhere that’s not close to you.
And it’s okay—really, it is—if that’s not how you feel, but I had to tell you.
I need you to know that I want you. I’m not just picking you like it’s some choice, because it’s never been one. ”
She doesn’t speak and I don’t want to take that as her answer, but it would be worse to force her to want me the way I want her.
But before I can turn away, Scarlett catches my shoulder and pulls me right down to her lips.
A low groan reverberates through me once I taste her, warm and sweet against my cold and wet ones. But that doesn’t stop her. Scarlett whimpers into my mouth, making my abdomen tighten.
I feel animalistic, out of control, ruined.
With my palm on the back of her head, I don’t let her pull away for even a second, and she doesn’t seem to mind the lack of oxygen because she slips her tongue into my mouth. I’ve never kissed anyone the way I kiss her. We read each other like poetry.
I know Scarlett feels it, too, because she presses her hips to mine, right against my thick erection, barely contained in my pants.
I run my hands along the exposed skin of her stomach, letting my callused hands touch her tan skin.
All I know is citrus scent and sweet skin, pressing her against me in hopes they’ll embed into me.
The moans that leave her with every touch of my tongue to the roof of her mouth make my head swim.
“I’ve waited so long for you,” I whisper.
She bites my lip, pulling it between her teeth, and I do the same with her bottom lip, soothing the bite. My hand travels to her throat, and she leans into it. When I pull back to breathe, she nods, like she’s giving me permission to do more.
The flicker of light in her eyes makes me pause to look around the room where I’ve got her pressed against the door.
“Maybe we should go somewhere else. Let me take you home.”
“Here, right here, please.” She’s fucking begging, and my cock is painfully erect when she gazes up at me with that doe-eyed expression. She holds on to me like I’ll slip away. Like she’s dreaming.
When I nod, her hands move to my pants, unbuckling my belt and pulling down the zipper. I grip her wrist, stopping her movements. “Are you sure about this?”
She looks so thrown by the question that she laughs, taking it as a joke before going back to my pants. But I lift her chin, forcing her to look up at me again.
“I’m serious. This doesn’t have to happen,” I say. “I made a decision earlier, and I realize that I came in here just expecting you to reciprocate, but that’s not what has to happen.”
Scarlett blinks.
“Sex isn’t a given, and I don’t want you to think that’s how I see it.”
“That’s,” she pauses, dropping her face in her hands. “That’s nice of you.”
“No.” I shake my head. “It’s not.”
“Right,” she nods to herself like she understands. “I just think—”
“Scarlett. Don’t explain it to me. It’s a yes or a no.”
That unsure look still fills her face. Like she’s afraid to hurt my feelings and would do whatever I asked just to please me.
“I’m a big boy, Scar,” I tease with a light kiss on her lips. “I can take it. I promise.”
Suddenly she laughs, covering her face with her hands again. “God, this is embarrassing. I’ve never talked this much during…this.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever not talked,” I admit.
“I think I expected that from you.”
“So what do you wanna do?” I ask, glancing around the room.
“I didn’t say no,” she tells me, and suddenly my body is buzzing again, not that it ever stops when I’m near her. Then, in a move I don’t expect, Scarlett pushes me until my legs hit a chair. “Sit.”
I do, and immediately she straddles me. She grinds her ass on my erection, her brows pinched together like she’s on the brink of exploding, just like me.
“Are you sure?” I manage to get out. I’d find somewhere better for this, somewhere that isn’t school property maybe. Somewhere fit for a girl as beautiful as her.
“Kian, I’ve been wet since you walked through that door, and I don’t think I’ll survive unless your fingers are inside me.”
Oh fuck.
She doesn’t need to tell me again. My hands find her waist, and I’m grinding her down on my cock straining through my pants. Feeling the warmth of her covering my lap.
“Your shirt’s wet,” she whispers. “Can I take it off?”
I nod, and she unbuttons my shirt, revealing every inch of my skin that she’s already seen. But this time she looks at me in awe, her hands roaming freely like they’ve been released from purgatory.
I imagine how the warmth between her legs would feel taking all of me as I sink into her. Feeling her pulse around me, hearing her moaning my name like I’ve dreamed.
“I’m going to make you come, okay?” she says, and my eyes bounce back to hers.
Scarlett’s already undoing my belt, unzipping my pants, and reaching underneath my boxers to stroke my dick. It happens so fast, so effortlessly, I can barely speak my next words.
She gasps when she feels me hot and thick in her hands, squeezing me with a mischievous look in her eyes. Then she leans in, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re so big, Kian, I don’t know if you’ll even fit inside me.”
“Fuck, Scar, you—” She pulls me out, running her thumb over the bead of precome on the tip. It’s so sensitive to her touch, I’m surprised I don’t come right there. I make that feeling worse when I stop her movements, standing and taking her with me before she can protest.
“What are you doing?” she asks, holding on tight.
I place her on the table, tightening my grip on her thighs. “I finally have you, Scarlett. I’m going to take my time. I won’t rush when I worship your pussy.”
She’s stunned silent and lets me kiss her senseless, until I’ve got her flat on her back on the table, pressing my hips into hers, feeling her buck.
“Now, lie back and spread these pretty thighs for me, so I can taste you.”