“Every Linton on the face of the Earth might melt into nothing before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff.” — Catherine Earnshaw.
My mouth parted itself at his question, eyeing his godly physique at the same time, head swooning. Did I want him to text? Yes. Did I have any intention of replying if he did? No. A frown took over my face.
“Doesn't matter if I wanted to. You didn’t,” Sounding quite confident and authoritive myself, I countered his attempt of intimidating me. I wasn’t going to let that happen so easily.
“As to what I saw, you were busy in the process of fucking strangers,” He let out a low growl, still dissatisfied about the day I had flirted with a guy called Stefan in his dad's bar. Was he serious? Could he hear himself or…?
“Apologies, Alexander,” I sneered, taking a step to close the distance between us, “but there is only enough room for one nose to be shoved up your ass. And since Niall was occupying the position already, I was waiting for the time he'd give the rest of us a shot.”
He stared at me hardly, clenching his fists on either sides of the body, “You're making excuses. Don't you want me anymore? Have you had enough of me and my dick? And now you're calling it quits without letting me explain?”
My breath hitched at the bluntness of his question, head swarming with all kinds of emotions which I couldn’t process, “So are we going to converse about the delectable part where you used me to fuck my best friend?” The hands clasped my shoulders, shoving me against my own locker, the impact arising a loud sound, while I winced, arching my back for countering the pain.
“That was a plan. And it had to be made because of you. Because, I—,” Grey eyes bored into mine, swarming with the rawest emotions possible, surfacing the vulnerability he kept hidden inside them, “I wanted to get over you. Hell, I did want to fuck Niall and leave him after some weeks. But then, I saw you with him on the day of the swimming team results. I was bewitched; I didn’t know how to take my paws off you. I was supposed to hate you, Tobias. For taking Jenna away from me. And the fact that I didn’t hate you, but wanted you instead, made me behave more aggressively towards you. And I thought all the sex and everything was a means to avenge myself, but then I realized it wasn’t. I actually wanted to fuck you all this time, I actually lost control around you, I actually wanted you to be mine and none of those were parts of the act I was supposed to put up in front of you. My much exercised control was slipping through cracks, and fear struck me. I was afraid. Exposing that you wanted me to Jeremy was also necessary evil—I did not want you both to have sex anymore. Selfish as it sounds, I wanted to have you for myself. I did every possible thing I could, even claiming to hate you over and over again, just to keep my mind off you.”
“Did it work? Keeping your mind off me?” I tried to sound as indifferent as possible and not give away the fact that my chest had warmed after listening to the confession that my ears were aching for. I wanted him. So much, that it threatened to consume me. He let out a soft chuckle, face leaning into mine, “Here I am. So, it didn’t.”
He continued, loads of emotions swirling in his silver eyes, “I’ve tried to stop thinking about you. And I can't. And it's becoming a real fucking problem.” My heart was thumping against my chest, my breath frantically coming out in ragged gasps as I mulled over his words, “It takes all my self control to not kiss the fucking shit out you. Here. This very fucking moment.” I gaped at him, his face hovering over mine as my spine tingled with anticipation. As much as I want to do the same, giving him a tough road to scale was important.
“Why'd you behave so rashly when we bumped into eachother at the stairs of Jeremy's apartment?”
He sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose as if to ease out the excessive stress, “The surroundings were dimly lit, and took me a while to spot the hickey on your neck. And I put the two and two together; you at Jer's place that late at night, with a hickey on your neck which I didn’t see before—and I flipped.”
“I need some time to think,” I muttered, not quite looking him in the eye because of my face telling another story. All I wanted at this moment was for him to fuck me in here, and make up for every emotion he had forced me to pass in through because of me. My body ached for his much needed touch, and my asshole clenched at the memory of him being so rough, that I wasn’t able to sit for a whole day.
“Alright. Plea accepted,” He took hold of my chin, yanking it in his direction so that I could face him. He lowered his head to make sure his face was levelled with mine while the force of his hand on my cheeks made me pucker like a fish, “Just refrain from pushing me off the edge.” His overpowering cologne was hitting my nose with it's full might, while my eyes travelled down his torso, lapping up the sight that laid before me. The taut muscles, the beads of water on them—
He took a menacing step towards me, his grip on my cheeks loosening as he brought them to my waist, wrapping his arm around it, pulling me closer to him. He hadn’t even done a single thing yet, and my eyes seemed to have rolled themselves at the back of my head because of pleasure washing over me, “You see, Tobias…,” He breathed, his usual husky tone doing a number on me as he placed his leg in the gap of my own, rubbing his groin against my crotch. He tilted his neck to the side, his mouth opening under the soft flesh of my neck, tongue running over the sensitive spots. I shivered. The unmistakable erection strained through his boxers, making me gasp. My self control was waning, but I needed to be determined enough to turn him down just today. He rubbed his erection against my crotch, stirring wanton desires in my body, making me moan, “As I said. Just don't push me off the edge.”
“I’d leave you both idiots alone, but as Roulette had won the dare I gave him the other day, for obvious reasons that I wasn’t aware of,” Cole exited his bathroom, looking in between us, squinting his eyes even after which Alexander made no effort to separate his leg that was sitting against my own, “but I do need to throw a party. So, party is next week, folks. And, oh, Alexander,” He called out to the man infront of me, whose attention snapped back at him, giving me the time to blush for getting caught in such a position, “If you both need a room for personal reasons during the party, just ask me. And don't get started in public.”