I sighed absentmindedly, glancing out the window at the teens milling out of the Arts Museum into the road. I felt a sharp nostalgia; mum had been one big fan of artifacts and pricy old stuffs. It had always been her dream to own one and I know that if she did then there's no doubt everything within the museum were in safe hands.
"What are you thinking about?" Anders chirped stubbornly beside me, frustrated that none of his attempts in getting me turned on wasn't working. He's been massaging my inner thighs for some time now and I have to say, it's hard trying to act unaffected.
And the brute knew.
"Oh stop now" I finally screamed out when I couldn't hold it anymore. His eyes crinkled as he chuckled nautily. "Gotcha"
I gave him a deep pout. "Happy now? Now shoo" I say, setting a substantial distance between us. Goodness knows it's gonna be hard keeping my hands off him. And the most annoying aspect is that he had strategic ways in getting me turned on, I mean have you ever had a super hot guy with biceps that's supposed to belong to Hercules massage your thighs - inner thighs to be exact?
See, the answer is clear.
"Not yet baby" He flipped us over so that he was on top, straddling my hips. I let out a sound of protest as he savored my neck hungrily. I try my utmost to push him off me. "We're in a fucking car for crying out loud Anders, we have third company" I peered over his stony shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the driver, who unwittingly had his earpods plugged in.
While driving?!
Anders peeled his lips off my skin and accessed me briefly. "So? We're not a couple?"
I mentally facepalmed. Does this guy harbor any shame at all?
Taking advantage of this, I knocked him off. He fell on the rugged floor and groans, clutching his waist.
"Oh come on now you're fine, stop acting you're horrible" I joked, crisscrossing my legs and giving his state no further attention. But after a few seconds, watching him go still, I became panicky.
Oh god, did I just.....
I scrambled down on my knees shaking him vigorously. His jaw was firm, eyes boobed shut, his dark curls tipping over. He looked each inch a god. A delectable being.
"Alright I'm sorry now, please get up" I raised his huge arm, chest clenched when it fell back lifeless to his side. I was hovering over him now, breathing into his face. He had no eczema or scratch or anything that could incur death. Visibly shaken and left with no option, I did something incredibly stupid.
I pressed my lips softly on his.
Please please wake up I'm sorry. Come on now big guy, show some life.
Half second later, the imp was pulling at my hair, pressing me aggressively against his chest. I reciprocate;wide eyed. Ugh, I knew it'd come to this. He snakes his hand down and bucks my butt up, munching on my lips till they threatened to come off.
I pulled away abruptly for air. I was sweating too like I'd just come out of a heated oven. He smirked, sitting up with me on his laps. "You like it? It was great right? Can we do more than that?"
I'd have to admit, he's pretty great at kissing. But a step more and I'll lose it.
"No - "
"We're here" the driver suddenly killed the engine causing a jolt that propelled me backwards unto the chiselled chest behind. I retreated when his palm grips my butt, swatting his arm hard.
But of course nothing ever affects him.