Thays Emmanuelle Rossetti's point of view
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DON'T ASK ME WHY. I DON'T KNOW. I guess I lost control. Maybe it was the way he was eating me with his eyes while I was choosing what I wanted on VS with Giselle. But I felt hungry.
Sexually hungry.
Just his touch would be enough, but I felt starving for it. That's probably the actual reason why I kissed him. I was taking advantage of the situation and he did the same.
Or maybe it was the fact that I knew exactly what he was doing in the bathroom and it made my body burn even more. So much, that I decided not to try any bottom part anymore, because thinking about what he was doing made me low key wet. And that was troublesome. The man was messing with my mind.
But again, our deal is a no sex rule. We can make out, right? Kisses won't kill. And a little bit of friction won't either. You know what I mean?
Yes. I purposely provoked him in the car and made it clear that I wanted to go up to the border of our rule, because saying alone with him just for those miserable minutes from the mall to the Italia restaurant, were making me hungrier. And the Italian food wouldn't satisfy this specific hunger that was consuming me.
But he could.
The second he lowered his seat, I knew he wanted it as much as I did. It wasn't surprising that the instant I sat on his lap with each of my legs at his sides, and with his hands on my hip and waist, we burned together. I couldn't even think straight as we kissed.
My body moved alone, and when I realized I was already moving my hips frenetically over his covered hard erection. The pressure his cock caused on my covered pussy was insane and it made me really want to ride him right there. In that moment, I was honestly contemplating send this rule to hell, and making him get inside of me. But a part of me was still in control.
That's what being deprived of sex causes, guys. I'm feeling like a horny teenager full of hormones all over again and it's frustrating. Especially because the target of my desire is him. And this would never work.
If one thing, it would make this fake dating harder. And although I'm dying to have him on me, I really cannot stand his personality, and the same can be said for him towards me.
Again, we live in the same building. We see each other constantly. Breaking the wall we build will screw everything.
The more we kissed, the more I pressed myself on him, delighted by the friction it caused, by how insanely hard and big he actually is, and how he was suffering to hold it together. I could see him struggling to keep himself from pushing my pantie aside and flooding himself inside of me.
But more than anything, this made me scared. The fact that I'll have to spend 15 days in the sharing the same bed with him, is alarming. And it'll definitivamente be complicated for both of us to keep our hands to ourselves.
When Graham, his brother, showed up on the window, I almost had a heart attack. At least he'll tell their mom what he saw and she might not be so suspicious of us, because although she was a sweetheart to me, Aaron is already making me be on guard with her. Quite defensive. Tracking her sons and husband is definitely a big red flag.
However he didn't taunt us, he just came and left, and told me how Aaron told his siblings that I'm hot. Yes, I know I'm hot, but the fact that he not only thinks that but told his siblings about it, sounds really satisfying.
And we stayed in the car for a while. Lost in each other's breaths, touching each other's bodies, kissing like crazy, and I kept moving my hips on his erection, making him harder than ever. He cursed me for it, but it made me even more satisfied. The friction sensation is really the best, and it turned me on even more.
Besides, this isn't sex.
His hands were in a deep grasp in my ass, and he helped me move my hips forward and back over him, "I think we should go," he whispered, but didn't stop.
"To… lunch?"
"Hm."
I covered his hands with mine and he stopped, so I moved very slowly and alone. "We can go, eat, and then go back to mine or your apartment. As long as we don't cross the line, I'm fine with it… hmmm… what do you think?"
Aaron closed his eyes pressing his lips together, "I don't think I'll be able to hold it together if we go to one of our apartments, Thays. I'm really on the fucking edge. Even more. I don't think I'll be able to see you today after we go back to the building, because I'm really out of control!"
"But don't go to anyone else, okay? Hold it together. Don't go to anyone else for anything. Especially not just to fuck to relieve all that you are feelings. I know it's hard, but you have to hold it."
"I told you, Thays. Just like you, I won't even look at someone else with those type of intentions. Even if this is fake, I will still respect you because loyalty is important to me even is such a crazy deal like what we have going on."
Biting my bottom lip, I caressed his hair, moving my hips a bit more, "Good."
"This feels like torture."
"But a good torture, no?"
He grinned, "Definitely. But we'll have to find a common ground on this. We won't be able to do… this, in the island. We won't have somewhere to run away from this there. And this proximity will kill me."
I gulped, "I didn't really think that far."
Aaron scoffed, "No shit?! We just danced on the fine line of the rule we set up, Thays. You know we shouldn't have gone this far, right?"
"Probably not," I chuckled softly and got back to my seat, doing my best not to look at his hip. "Too late."
"This was your fault."
I bit my bottom lip, "I know. But you said it yourself. You wanted to kiss me as much as I did. I may have threw the fuel to the fire, but you didn't throw water on it, you enjoyed the warmness of it," opening my bag, I took out a cotton from the small pot I always keep with me, and drowned it on the make up removal I also keep with me. With it on my hand, I turned to him and leaned forward, holding his chin with my free hand, bringing him closer to me.
"What is this?"
"It's to remove make up. Your lips are all red because of my lipstick. You don't want to go out like this mess, do you? I bet you don't, since you would freak out if you saw your face right now," I mocked.
Aaron glared at me and let me take it off. "Why do you keep that on your bag?"
"Precaution. I tend to mess up my lipstick while eating, so, as this lipstick is hard to take off, I always go to the bathroom, clean it with the removal and pass it again. It's my favorite," I rolled my shoulders, trying to be as careful as I could. "And it also helps when I accidentally mess up my make up."
"No one can say you aren't prepared."
When I was done, I backed away from him, and turned my attention to the mirror, to correct mine, and then I put it on again. "Sorry for messing your shirt."
"You seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot."
I bit my bottom lip, feeling my face hot, and that made me remember how he said I blush easily near him. And he's right. That doesn't happen normally, but I just can't help it. "You must have worked hard to have such… sculpture on you."