Page 45 of Lilah
"Grey," I gasp as he carries me across town square before turning down Red Street.
"Hush, Lilah," He shushes me planting a kiss on my neck.
I let out a shocked noise. Am I dreaming? I have to be.
Is he drunk? Am I drunk?
Was I drugged at the milkshake place, oh Lord.
He pushes open the door at his bar and I catch sight of that bartender guy.
"Hey buddy!" I call out and his eyes find mine. They widen at my predicament for a minute before a cute smile spreads across his face.
"How are you?" I call out before Grey grabs ahold of my chin, turning my focus back to him.
"Eyes on me, only me," he grumbles.
He brushes through the doors to the back and we end up in the same place as before. The one where they have all the alcohol stocked up.
He aggressively sits me on the table before grabbing my hips with his big, strong hands. He pulls me to the edge, placing our bodies together.
Me being me, all flustered and stuff, I blush and mumble incoherent sounds.
"Fuck. Look at you," His tattooed hand travels up my neck before taking rest at the top of my throat.
My skirt rises and he notices. His free hand finds my leg and he glances down.
"You can't wear these Lilah, you just can't," he mumbles lowly before pulling my skirt down to it's supposed placement.
"What did I tell you about that?" His eyes find my lips and I just now notice how I'm biting it.
"S-Sorry," I stutter pathetically.
Am I horny? What does horny feel like? I'm not even sure I know what that means.
He presses against me harder and to create some distance, before I go crazy, my hand finds his stomach.
I nearly gasp at how tense and strong he feels.
When I feel his breath on my neck, I notice how heavy I've started breathing.
I feel like this isn't real. Did I accidentally smoke LSD? Do you smoke LSD? Am I okay?
The type of girl you wanna chew all of my bubblegum.
Why am I thinking of Paul Blart right now!?
His lips connect to my neck and I gasp softly. No one has ever kissed me here before. He gives my neck soft, wet kisses and I sigh into him.
My hand trails from his stomach around to his back on its own, feeling the way he tenses under my touch and every time he breathes.
When his mouth reaches a spot right beside my throat, my hand grips his shirt harshly and I have to bite my lip to keep from making a noise.
My breathing increases as he stays on that spot, noticing my reaction.
His arm reaches around me, pulling me impossibly tighter to him.
His mouth works wonders on the spot and I can't help but to finally let out a soft moan.
