Page 78 of Obsession

An agonized sigh escaped him.

“Don’t praise me, I’m still thinking about taking your clothes off and fucking you against this wall…. fucking fuck,” he cursed angrily, his own words stirring him again.

I clung to my sense with everything I had to hold myself back, my mind blank of any thought except the picture he painted of us giving in right against that fucking wall.

I moved in his arms, over his still hard erection.

He moaned over my neck.

“Does it hurt?” stupid question.

“Like hell, and you’re not helping when you move like that.”

I was about to apologize, but I stopped myself because that was stupid, too.

“Then maybe you should put me down,” I whispered, both my palms still on his cheeks.

“I don’t want to,” he whispered back. “It’s agonizing, but I don’t want to let go of you yet.”

I didn’t say anything else because I didn’t want him to let go of me, either. His warmth, the embrace, the pounding of his heart in his chest, his breathing, it all felt like a new world I had entered with a single kiss, a world I didn’t want to leave.

Eventually Harris pulled away, but he didn’t let go of me. He walked through the darkness with me in his arms. I couldn’tfigure out how the hell he’d managed to find a gym mattress, but I assumed he knew the room well enough.

I heard the sounds coming from the other side of the door. If they caught us, the perks of being a cheerleader would come in handy. Too bad I couldn’t transfer them to Harris.

He was sitting on the mattress and still would not let go of me, so I stayed sitting on his lap. He leaned back and I could hear his deep breathing.

I decided to take the initiative and stood up.

“You couldn’t go back to normal while you were holding me.”

He didn’t object, but I felt him sit up, his hands found my hips and pulled me closer to him. I felt his breath over my abdomen.

I closed my eyes, trying to think clearly, searching for something that would break this state of arousal that neither of us could escape.

“Harris, what happened to Joshua?” I asked, choosing a serious subject.

His movements stopped, an angry exhale spreading through my stomach.

“Forget about him. He won’t bother you again.”

“Is he a friend of yours?”

“No.”

“Was he ever?”

“No.”

“Was the first time you hit him also because of me?”

“Yes.”

I sighed, annoyed at the easy answers with no details.

“I want to know what happened. He said he was going to take me with him, right before the other guy told him you came to school because of me, and something about some transport. What does that mean?”

Harris seemed to tense up after I finished, then sighed.

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