Until The Morning After

Chapter 5

Are you a virgin June

June's Pov

I froze in shock, my back resting on the cold wall not believing my eyes as his mouth claimed mine in a deep passionate kiss.

Adrien, the same sexy looking asshole who just called me a kid, was actually kissing me, and every inch of me seemed to addictively want more.

I hadn't expected him to actually follow me, not after how much of a jerk he’d been. His tongue traveled into my mouth hotly, which tasted of whiskey melting every bit of self control in me.

He pulls at my hair making me gasp. A soft pleasing sound escaped my lips from pleasure, leaving me seconds away from shamelessly begging him to f**k me.

My calves ache almost instantly at the thought.

Hell, what's going on with me?

It was inappropriate to think this of a stranger, cause first, nothing ever made me this hungry for s*x, never.

He suddenly happens to bring out a side in me I've never seen before which makes me more desperate for a hanky panky than I've ever been, since the moment I watched him lazily lounge in the lounge’s club, with his chest open, maybe even harder after he cupped my s*x outside his car.

Maybe even more now that the heat between my thighs is going not only ten times hotter, but wetter and needier than l'd ever felt in my entire existence, from just his lips moving against mine.

Heavens I was going crazy, I mean I'm technically turning into some lust creep at this point.

A few hours ago too, I'd been lusting to be layed by my own soon to be brother, and now here I was wanting the very same thing with a total stranger,

A total stranger, even worse, I want him, doing a lot of devilish things to me which elucidates a louder moan from me.

But he was a notorious devastatingly hot mafia bad boy of Briarwood Hills that he is.

Roxy said he was.

All the more reason to stop right now,

before I end up taking Roxy’s dare to actually lay with him.

This kind of lifestyle isn’t me. And I know that. I never did the whole bad boy thing. I stayed far away from that kind of drama because, really, what good ever came from guys like that? Nothing. Just trouble, a lot of heartbreak, and a s**t ton of regret.

I’d even liked one once, and he happened to like me too, but I had to kill the feelings before they grew.

He was hot and all but we were totally different individuals. He was always into a lot of bad stuff in school, while I was just a nerd who loved her books.

And thank God I did, because a few days later, I heard he’d been expelled for almost killing a fellow student.

Which is exactly why I should stop this now.

Who knows what this one’s done? Just one look at him and you’d tell he’s someone who could kill someone and sleep just fine after.

And I mean, it’s not like Roxy would find out if I did.

Okay she might, but even if she did she wouldn't actually give a damn.

But on another note, I just can’t. I mean, who would be able to stop at this point?

And honestly, I can’t even blame myself. Maybe I do finally want to feel something for once after all the bullshit back in beacon hills, even if it’s with someone like him, a total notorious mess.

And so far, aside from my soon to be brother, who’d left me throbbing and wet just from watching him with Roxy, this guy somehow managed to do the same thing… maybe even way more.

It’s crazy really, but now that I’ve seem to have met someone who stirs it in me, who makes my body feel alive, stopping feels almost impossible.

And he's a ten times hotter, younger version of Mr. Blackwood with every beautiful sin included, who was moving his mouth against mine and giving me that fire starting kiss like he hadn't kissed a woman in years, it's more reason not to bother stopping.

“…fuck…” I hear him murmur against my mouth giving my body all the reaction he needs as he pulls himself closer to me.

A small sound left my lips against his as I felt his hard seize through his black pants on my stomach which instantly made my s*x again throb even more as it begged for more skin contact.

His hands disappear momentarily from my hair going under my top to gently unclip my bra before squeezing my soft flesh.

I moaned in pleasure against his mouth as he lowered his head, placing his mouth over one of my n*****s licking and sucking through the thin material.

I pressed closer as much as I could, wishing there was less fabric, and drew air deep into my lungs, my breast swelling under his touch. His hot mouth moved to the other t**s, bringing in the same throbbing ache which shot straight to my p***y.

His tongue immediately finds its way back to my lips hot and forcing my mouth open as his hands travel to my thighs, squeezing the flesh there before travelling further up in between my legs and close to the fabric of my ten degrees soaked p***y.

Very close It begged to be cup badly again which leaves heat radiating from me like some lust creep.

I am so damned.

His hands bumped my s*x and I shifted closer to him, to feel more of his hands but he pursed releasing his mouth from mine leaving cold suddenly coming over me.

My eyes shut open as I licked my lips to bring back the heat but it didn't work as all it wanted was this notorious bad boy of Briarwood Hills lips back.

“Why'd, why'd you stop.” I asked breathlessly, while sweating figuriously.

His eyes moved to my legs as I folded one over the other trying to calm the ache between my thighs.

“Are you a virgin June?” he suddenly asked.