Dream Boat

Chapter four

"Come"

I felt adrenaline pulse through me. A wave of hunger and shock. One simple word from him and I was losing my senses. I put my head on the pillow again and stared into the darkness. My chest growing too small for my heart. Whatever made it beat this fast every time I thought about him.

I pick up my phone again and text him.

"I'm aching for you. should I be worried?"

"It's for a week, you hit reset when you leave. We both do" he replies

"Sounds like a plan" I text

"Uhuh... Good night?"

It sure as hell wasn't. I was definitely going to him. And I did.

He sat in the waiting area with his phone in hand and looked at me. Now, I can't even remember the details of the first episode that night. But I left after what I thought was an intense make-out judging by how much I had wet myself and how it ended with my back on a wall. I was extremely turned on and so was he. I knew any further and we might do s**t we'd regret.

I went back to my room and he texted me.

"Come back"

I knew I shouldn't. I told him. I couldn't control what would happen.

I went to him and this time the lights were off. I sat beside him and told him again how s**t could go wrong. After the short talk, he put his left hand over my shoulder and I eased into him. He smelt so good. I couldn't just not feel something for this man. He affected me even without doing anything.

I was beside him but we were face to face. He kissed me and with each kiss, I grew more hungry. The distance between us was killing me and I was aching so badly in the exact place I shouldn't have been. I pulled away. Realization hitting me. I couldn't. Not there, not then. I put my forehead on his and tried to gather my thoughts but everything failed me. I couldn't think, with him so close. But I could feel. And I knew what I felt and wanted. Him. Only him.

He kissed me this time and I threw my legs over his thighs. My brain screamed. No, it said. Wrong it said. Don't it said. But none did I listen to. I put my hands on each side of his shoulder and held on to his head. We kissed hard and long in that position and he eventually pulled my thighs and brought me right on his bulge. I was already screwed down there and with him right beneath me, I was crushed. I positioned myself properly on his bulge and began to rock myself. Back and forth I went and threw my head back. Pleasure almost damning me. It felt so good. The ache there easing with each stride. He kissed my nec as he unbuttoned my shirt. I brought his lips back to mine, and we took off where we left off. Now his hands were going up my shirt. My brain screamed at me again, and without leaving his lips, I used my elbows to hold his hands back.

"Please! Please! Please!"