I had to make sure if he really planned to fuck me. Maybe he thought he would give me a start-of-the-high-school-as-a-junior gift by taking my virginity and showing me all the ways of pleasure and desire. He sure looked like sin and I was willing to be his sinner, even on my knees if he asked me to.
But there was one other thing…
“James,” I started when he parked the car in my driveway. “I’m seventeen.”
He slowly blinked at me. “I know.”
Oh, wow, talk about determination.
“I am really seventeen, James,” I emphasized. “Like not adult but kind of adultish. I mean, I will be eighteen soon,haha, not that it’s a problem, but I’m just—”
My eyes lowered to his finger on my lips. My lips burned where the soft padded part of his index finger met the bottom, fuller part of my lips, and all I wanted to do was part my lips and take his finger in. Feel the knuckle of his finger on my tongue and lick it. Taste it.Suckit.
“Mia. I know you are seventeen.” James pulled away before I could show him my exceptionally amateur sucking skills. I had used those skills once in the back room of Chemistry lab with a classmate, but he came on my expensive new jeans, ruining them, so I never tried it again.
“Come on. Let’s go to your bedroom.”
I chuckled and ran a hand through my hair. “You don’t wait, do you?”
“What’s there to wait?”
He unlocked the main door—yes, he even knew the code to our house. That was how much my dad trusted him.Oh, poor dad. What would he say?He was with his buddies watching hockey, eating onion rings and thinking his daughter was following the curfew and in bed sound asleep.
“Come on, be quick, Mia. I don’t have much time.” James ushered me in. “I have early meetings tomorrow.”
I’ll be in bed for sure. Just for different reasons.
LOOK AT ME AND ANSWER
MIA
Iswallowed the lump in my throat and stayed by the front door, which he ordered me to do. He came back with a couple of hand towels after rummaging in the washroom closet. I accepted one of them and started patting my hands and tee-shirt, staring in horror at the sight of my nude bra being glaringly visible through the sheer dark top. The only night I decided to wear something sexy and it embarrasses me.Great, thanks world.
“Oh,” I let out a soft chuckle when he started patting my wet hair with a towel. “You don’t have to.”
James glared at me. “You’ll get sick. You can’t miss your first day of school.”
“HighSchool.” I corrected him, crossing my arms.
His eyes lowered to my arms before snapping at my face as heat crept up his neck. “Junioryear of high school, Mia. You should take a warm shower before bed and take some cold medicine.” He touched my forehead again while I shamelessly admired the way his shirt stretched over his shoulders and tightened over his biceps.He’s so hot. “Your skin is still hot. Come on, let’s get you in bed—”
My eyes blinked at his dark mop of thick, soft, very tuggable hair when he knelt in front of me.What was he doing down there?
Then I felt his fingers on my shoes as he removed them. I squeaked, “I-I can do that on my own.”
James didn’t reply. He simply held my leg and peeled off the wet socks. I shivered, holding on to his muscled shoulders when his hand brushed against the soft skin of my feet, tickling me. When he stood up, his pupils were dilated with an emotion I’ve never seen on his face… or I was possibly dreaming.
I didn’t know what he saw on my face, but he shook his head and snapped, “Come on.”
He didn’t wait for my reply. He held my wrist and dragged me behind him. James didn’t realize that he didn’t have to tell me twice or take me. I’d follow him wherever he asked me to.
My heart dropped as soon as we entered my room. I had completely forgotten about the mess of clothes, shoes, makeup, and underwear that I had created while getting ready for the party and leaving it ‘for later’ before I rushed out.
“Bite my ass,” I muttered underneath my breath and shoved the clothes in my closet, almost tripping on a pair of black stilettos. I grunted and heaved, trying to clear my queen-sized princess bed as much as I could.
James must look at my room and think how immature I was. With Korean band posters I outgrew, aSpeedmovie poster because I loved Keanu Reeves, and small polaroids of me and my friends stuck all around the light peach-colored walls.
“I’m sorry.” I blushed when he helped me gently remove the band of cherry red push-up bra that was too tiny for my girlies from the corner of the door. “I don’t know how it got up there.”