I immediately backed away from Aidan, watching him like he was crazy. "Are you okay? You snuck into my room, almost naked with a pair of cuffs, hoping you'd seduce me or what?"
He kept watching me with some sort of sex--crazed expression that half--scared, half--aroused me. "Why fight this? I want you," he stood up and stalked towards me, "and I know you want me too," he wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed me against his body. I felt his hard--on poking my thigh. His whole body seemed warm to the touch, but the tips of his fingers that pressed into my skin were ice--cold, sending shocking tingles through me.
"I don't want you," I lied shakily, drawing myself away from him. Even after he'd let go of me, I still felt the lingering pressure of his fingers in my skin.
"Yes, you do. Just look at how wet you are already," he laughed, coming closer again.
Wondering what he meant, I peered down a little bit, gulping when I saw the wet spot showing proudly in my panties. I hadn't even realised that I had gotten wet again, and I absolutely hated that he had that effect on me.
His arms wrapped around my waist and brought me close to him again as he looked down at me, biting his lower lip. "You want me," he said. I felt his cold fingers slide down my half--naked body and settle between my thighs. He looked at me carefully, as if he was asking for my permission.
I didn't protest, looking back at him. His fingers slowly made their way higher until he was pressing against my clit, clad in my panties. I bit my lip, feeling pleasure at the light contact.
"You want me," he said for the umpteenth time.
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I—" I stopped, cut short as his fingers slipped my panties to the side and began teasing the slit between my legs.
He toyed with the short hairs before plunging one finger in, causing me to lean against him just as I felt my legs going weak. I watched him with wide, innocent eyes and had to cling onto him so that I wouldn't fall when he graduated from one finger to three within the blink of an eye.
"I've wanted you for a long time now, Andy. I'm going to devour you," he whispered into my ear, picking me up and placing me on the bed.
He made me lay on my back and spread my legs wide so that he had complete access to my pussy. Watching me with a devilish smile, he dipped his three fingers wet with my pussy juices into my mouth. I sucked his fingers with vigour; you would've thought I was tasting Ambrosia.
His head lowered between my legs as his fingers entered me. I arched my back to give him much more access so that he could go deeper, when he crawled over me and began kissing me. He was still pumping his fingers deep inside me while his tongue explored mine. I let out a soft moan which he covered with his mouth, arching my back more.
He knew just how to tilt his fingers to access my g--spot. He began with quick jerking movements that made his fingers feel like a vibrating dildo inside me.
I began to moan louder, unable to kiss him back. His lips left mine and went lower, kissing and sucking on my neck, sure to leave hickeys behind. As his other hand slipped under my bikini top and began pinching and squeezing my nipple, I let out a strangled grasp, my legs shaking.
Just as I felt that tingling feeling in my legs, he stopped kissing me, leaned up and looked at me through dilated pupils, slowly taking his fingers out of me. I watched him in confusion. The feeling was fading, and I didn't want it to. It was tempting to grab his fingers and put them back inside myself.
"What's wrong?" I asked, looking at him as he stepped away from the bed.
"Nothing," he shook his head, his smile returning. "I couldn't help but notice how easily you took in my fingers. I'm guessing this isn't your first time?"
He seemed more disappointed than anything. I watched him more closely to see if I could decipher any other kind of feeling. "You wanted to be my first?"
"Isn't that obvious?" he chuckled, positioning himself back between my legs. The tip of his tongue slowly caressed my clit, going back and forth. His rough tongue caused pleasure to ripple through me, and after just seconds of this delightful torture, my hands were tightly grasping the sheets.
"Aidan..." I moaned.
His tongue began going round in circles around my clit, his fingers re--entering me. "Racheal," he lifted his head, looking at me innocently though his fingers were still pumping in and out of me, "please, don't get weirded out."
I cocked my head to the right, my mouth slightly parted. The sound of his fingers pumping in and out of my wetness sounded like a couple of annoying children jumping up and down in a mud puddle. My pussy walls were contracting around his fingers and my arched back was pushing them deeper and deeper.
"I like you."
Luckily for me, my orgasm came in hard and fast right then. My whole body seemed to tighten, my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my toes curling. I stayed in that position for a couple of seconds before I relaxed. It was like coming down from a high. I felt tired, so I turned on my side and closed my eyes.
"Racheal, did you hear me?" I heard Aidan ask from somewhere far, far away.
Having three orgasms in a short span of time had taken a lot out of me, and I wanted nothing more than to go to bed. "I did," I replied sleepily.
"And? Don't... have anything..."
The rest of his words fell on deaf ears. My ears had retired along with the rest of my tired body.
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I woke up in my bed, alone. When I sat up and yawned, stretching like a cat, I tried to recollect what happened after I watched Chrissy and her boyfriend have sex. I got out of bed and brushed my teeth in the attached bathroom.
I caught sight of myself and cringed. My hair was a mess; it looked like I'd been writhing on my bed. Spotting something weird on my neck, I turned and saw a freshly red hickey. I gasped, my hand darting to touch it.
It was then that the memory of what happened before I fell asleep attacked me. I remembered falling asleep just after Aidan told me what I'd been dying to hear for the past five years.
He liked me! He actually liked me!
I began smiling at this realisation, almost automatically twirling a strand of hair around my finger. Then of course, I remembered that I didn't respond. In fact, not only did I not respond, but I also fell asleep like what he was saying was of no importance to me.
"Oh no," I groaned. My stomach plummeted into the earth's core as I hurriedly went to put on some clothes. Once I was fully dressed, I rushed down the corridor in search of the boy I'd been in love with for half a decade.
I pushed open his door and found no one. His room looked like it hadn't been slept in in a while. He'd spent last night and most of this morning on the sea with his friends, and after that, he'd been in my room. That could only mean that he had gone out again.
My shoulders dropped sadly as I went over to Chrissy's room. Just as I was nearing, I heard the sound of skin furiously slapping against skin and two girls moaning loudly. She was most probably being dicked down again, but I was in no mood to be a spectator this time around.
I was about to head back to my room when I heard a loud crashing sound coming from downstairs. The sound of skin slapping against skin stopped, and I squinted down the stairs to see if I would make out anything. I was afraid, and that was the only reason why I wasn't going down to investigate.
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