Demi
Oh my god.
Xander’s voice is pure temptation. I’m already sweating in my own skin, melting like an ice cream under the sun. The worst part is that he knows. He goddamn knows how he affects me and has the confidence to smirk.
“Do you like touching me, Demi?” he asks.
I don’t respond, but if he inhales the air, he will know the answer. I’m uncomfortably wet against his bulge that is pressing between my legs.
“You can f**k me through your clothes if you want to. I won’t judge, neither will I tell anyone it happened. It could be our dirty little secret.”
Oh god, is he hearing himself? I moan a little, unsure where to go from here. Xander isn’t making this easy for me. But who am I to tell him no?
The invitation to touch and rub against him is too good to ignore, so I slide my hands
