“I lingered around them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.” — Mr. Lockwood.
Cole's shrill voice made Roulette jump and recede to the opposite locker immediately. I didn’t know whether I was annoyed at the intrusion, or relieved. Could be both.
“Here, man!” I replied loudly, hearing which he came walking at my direction, handing me the semi wet towel. Flashing me one of his most brilliant smiles, he dramatically bowed in front me, exiting the hall before closing the door behind him. He was a nice guy. Could be a bit annoying sometimes, but he was a kind fellow.
“Tobias. Stay where you are.” A husky voice tore the silence in the room just when I was about to head towards the bathroom stall. What did he want? And why was he playing me? Rolling my eyes at such insistence, I whirled back to face him, hands crossed over my chest.
“What do you want? Just fuck off, man. I'm done with you here.” I hissed, anger sipping in through my voice, turning back on my heel to head to the shower, when he forcefully seized me by the wrist, pulling me closer to him. The desperation in those grey eyes almost had me bewitched, but I wasn’t going to let my pride me punched down even further than it already was.
“Tell me you don’t want me and I'll leave you alone. And I'll never come back. I will be gone, and you will be free.” For a moment there, all I could see was him. His disarmingly beautiful eyes, that godly physique, that domineering voice.
“I want nothing to do with you. Am I understood here? I am not attracted to you. Piss off.” My voice was way too strong and confident for him to believe that I was lying through my teeth, but he didn’t seem to have instantly bought it either.
“Well, your body says otherwise.” His gaze dropped down to my boxers, the hard erection traceable against the material. Uh oh. How could I counter that? A sinister smirk took over his features, as he bent forward, lowering his voice down to a mere whisper.
“You want me, Harris. Anything you can say, is not going to make me believe your lies. Let me make it up to you.” His breath was coming out in slow, shallow gasps, and his teeth grazed my earlobe, making me almost lose control for a second over there. Desire was rushing and flooding in my veins, and all I wanted to do was to have him fuck me in every way it could be done — but I was Tobias Harris.
“You just know how to turn men on.” I chuckled humorlessly, a slow smile creeping on my face when he stepped back, studying me from head to toe, scrutinizing every inch of my body. I would be lying if I told you that I didn’t want to kiss him or didn’t want him to fuck me, but I had too much of pride and ego to give in that easily.
“Men, or you?” He leered, offering me a devious grin, moving forward to clasp my shoulders. Instead of giving in, because I was horny and going out of control, I pushed him against one of the lockers, slamming his back hard against the metal.
“Find another guy who is stupid enough to sleep with you, Alexander. Because I have way more self esteem than that.” Confusion clouded his features, when I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head with sheer pity. I had to do this, for my sake.
“You think I want you? Let me tell you this. I don’t. I never did. I've seen and dated people much better than you can ever be…” I moved in forward, bringing my face closer to him when I watched the smirk slowly fade off his lips and I pressed my mouth against his in a challenging manner.
Instinctively, he kissed me back, tongues rolling over eachother in a tremendous haste to win dominance. The feeling was of warm velvet pouring over eachother's mouths and I shifted my leg between his, as I nibbled on his bottom lip grinding against him simultaneously. He put his hands on my back, caressing the taut muscles, eventually pulling me closer.
Once again, I reminded myself what I should be doing instead of losing brain in this minute of passion. My hands descended down his stomach, feeling the erection pushing against his boxer, as I smirked against his lips, earning a moan from him. My tongue flicked over his neck, silently biting and nibbling all the way to the base. “Don't stop, please.” He urged in a helpless tone, warm grey eyes flickering to look at mine and I almost staggered back when I saw an expression pass through them — affection? I didn’t know.
I took a step back, disengaging myself from him when he looked back at me, not quite understanding what just happened. Running my tongue over my lips, I offered him a slow lop sided grin saying, “Who wants who now, Roulette? I proved what I wanted to. Have a good day.”