Three Weeks Of Naughty Baby-sitting

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER FIVE

MOLLY POV

His breath hitched, a sudden little gasp right against my lips, and then Drake kissed me. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was like he needed to taste me, like his life depended on my mouth being on his. Honestly, my brain felt a little fuzzy. Here I was, kissing the guy who was supposed to be babysitting me because of his grandma's sudden illness. It sounded crazy when I thought about it, but at that moment? I just couldn't stop.

The way his lips felt on mine, the warmth of his mouth, it was incredible. When our tongues met, it was like a little dance. I could taste a hint of mint, probably from his toothpaste. It was nice, a fresh little flavor mixed with the heat that was suddenly spreading all through my body. I'd kissed guys before, you know, just casual stuff. But this? This was different.

Without even thinking, my hands went up and wrapped around his neck. He made a little sound, and then he lifted me, just like that, and suddenly I was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table. He stepped closer, standing right between my legs. I could feel the heat radiating off him. His hands started to move, going under my shirt, finding their way to my chest. He started to gently touch my breast.

A soft moan escaped my lips. It just happened, I couldn't help it. He pulled back from my mouth, but only to press soft, lingering kisses down my neck. His fingers kept playing with my n*****s, and I knew, just knew, they were probably all red and sticking out. He took a deep, shaky breath, and then his mouth was back on mine, his tongue finding mine again. We were so close, practically breathing each other's air, each one of us moving into the other's space. It felt like we couldn't get close enough.

Suddenly, it was like a jolt of electricity went through both of us. My breath came in short, quick gasps, and I could feel his doing the same. It was warm, so warm. I could feel the heat from his body moving into me, making my face flush. Desire. That's what it was. Desire for my babysitter. It felt a little wrong, but oh, it felt so good.

Our eyes locked. When he looked at me like that, it felt like he could see right through me, right to the very center of who I was. I'd never felt so exposed, so bare, even though I still had clothes on. I jumped a little when his fingers suddenly pinched one of my n*****s. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to make me gasp. I tried to push him away, just a little, but his hands caught mine and then he was holding them, our fingers all tangled together. He deepened the kiss, and I just knew my mouth was going to be all swollen and I'd probably need some ice later.

It was surprising how turned on just kissing him was making me. Being caught in his eyes and his hands made me feel like I couldn't breathe properly, like I needed more air. I felt all jittery and full of energy at the same time. Butterflies were doing flips in my stomach, and there was this warm, wet feeling between my legs.

The fuzzy, hungover feeling I had earlier started to disappear, replaced by this intense awareness of Drake. I moaned softly when his chest pressed against mine. I could feel something hard against my thigh. His...his erection. Pressed right there as we were kissing! Without thinking, I tried to rub myself against him.

"Slow down, princess," he whispered close to my ear, his voice rough. A groan escaped his lips, and I knew I wasn't the only one feeling this. I wasn't aware of anything else but the excitement Drake was making me feel. It was like it went from my head to my toes, every single nerve in my body buzzing. I was completely lost in him. I wanted him to do more, so much more, but then he pulled away, a little chuckle in his voice.

"I need a shower," he muttered, and then he just...left. I was standing there, on the edge of the table, completely stunned and wanting more.

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After a while, I finally went back downstairs. I'd taken a shower and tried to do a few things to calm myself down, but honestly? I was still all worked up. I decided not to wear a bra, just a thin tank top that would definitely show my n*****s. I figured, why not? Maybe it would get his attention.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw him mopping the floor. He looked like he'd changed his clothes too. I walked over to the fridge, swaying my hips a little as I went, hoping he'd notice.

Honestly, I was a bit annoyed that he didn't even look at me properly. His whole focus was on the floor he was cleaning. "Do you want to watch a movie?" I asked, trying to get him to look up. He finally lifted his head and his eyes went over me, stopping for a moment on my chest. He shook his head slightly, and then a little devilish smile spread across his lips.

"Yes, but I have to finish this first," he said, making me bite my bottom lip and nod. He finally finished mopping and joined me in the living room. He sat down on the very end of the couch, as far away from me as he could get, and for some reason, that annoyed me. I watched as he pulled out his phone! He didn't even glance in my direction.

"So, is this how it's going to be for three weeks?" I blurted out, a little louder than I intended.

He put his phone down and looked at me, a grin on his face. "What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes twinkling a little.

"Uhmm, just waking up and then just letting the day go by until it's dark again?" I tried to explain.

"I guess, that's what a babysitter is supposed to do," he muttered, but there was a playful tone in his voice.

"So what do you suggest we do?" he asked, and I took the opportunity to get up from my spot and sit down right next to him. "We can do a lot of things," I said, leaning a little closer. "So many fun things."

"Uhmm, can I ask you something?" he said, and I nodded, curious. "Have you...you know...lost your virginity to anyone?" he asked. I was a little surprised by the question, it felt pretty personal, but I guess college guys talked about that kind of stuff. I lied and nodded.

"What about you?" I asked, turning the question back on him.

"I've had sex...a lot," he muttered, looking away for a second. For some reason, that made me feel a little sad. I'd never done it before, with my ex-boyfriend, we were always eating our face out and hearing him say he'd done it so many times made me feel...I don't know...a little jealous? It was weird.

"Why is your face like that?" he asked, noticing my change in expression.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "Of course you're hot, Drake. Any girl would want you."

"Do you really think I'm hot?" he asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

"I guess," I said, trying to sound casual, which just made his grin widen.

"Who did you lose it to?" he asked, going back to the personal questions.

"Uhmm, my ex," I said, trying not to sound awkward or upset. "Can we maybe change the topic?" I muttered, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"If we want to be real friends, then trust me, sharing our secrets is the easiest way to get there," he said, looking right into my eyes. I just shook my head a little. The memory of my ex wasn't a good one. Every time I thought about it, it made my heart sink a little.

I looked away, staring at the blank TV screen, trying not to look at him. "He broke up with me...right after he…" I said quietly, and I felt a tear try to escape.

"Hey," he said softly. "That whole virginity thing is really not important, you know? I don't even see the point of making a big deal out of having it or not having it," he said, and I knew he was trying to make me feel better.

"He's an asshole, Molly. You deserve way better than that," he muttered, and then his hand gently started rubbing my back in slow, comforting circles.

“Who was the first girl who took your virginity?” I questioned.