As I sit in the car, I cannot wait to get to my room and my bed. It's not that I'm tired, I'm just fiddling and shifting in my seat because my nerves are constantly working. I want to tell myself it's not because of the blue eyed boy sitting beside me. He's been on my mind the last hour and that's what's making me angsty.
My glare moves from the window to my right, to the front and subtly, carefully, to my left. He's leaning back, his body fully relaxed. I can see the shadow making his jawline more expressed. His eyes are focused on the road until he blinks and locks his with mine. I want to look away, I really do, but my mind isn't set on that. The way he looks at me captivates me and my mind is suddenly blank.
The drive is calm, only soft music from Carter's radio is heard, yet I feel like every muscle in my body is working.
Wes slowly leans forward, losing my eye contact for a second, until his arm snakes behind my back and he grabs my waist. I bite my lips, the heat in my body immediately responding to the touch. I try to concentrate on sitting straight, not looking suspicious while his fingers graze along the material of my dress.
The car stops and Wes's hands dissapear from me. I open the door and step out out, getting a brief glance from him.
"I shouldn't have drove." Carter says to Mel, who is walking beside him.
"I told you. At least we got here safe." Mel says.
"You drank?" I ask Carter and he nods, turning to me just to hear my question before he continues to walk ahead.
"Don't do that. That's a really bad idea." I tell him and he shakes his head.
"I know, but since they left I practically had to." He tells me just as the sliding doors open and we enter the lobby of our hotel.
"Katherine." Wes grabs my wrist, stopping me before we all reach the elevator. He glances up towards the boys who are standing in front of it, watching as the numbers on the screen turn smaller. "Timmy wanted to hear from you."
He takes out his phone and slides it into my hand, his gaze still fixated on the three boys behind me. I shrug and unlock his phone. Then I quickly look up at him in panic because he isn't supposed to know that I know his password. Don't ask me how I found out, it's a long story. Relief washes over me when I see he's still looking at the guys.
I go to contacts and search up 'Sophie', but nothing comes up and then look up 'Timmy', which is when his sisters' contact shows up. I press it and place the phone on my ear, shifting my weight to one of my legs. A small ding sound is heard when the elevator arrives and I hear the boys get inside. Wes looks down at me in that moment and his eyes widen, his hands immediately flying to grab the phone from my ear.
"What are you doing?" He says in a rush, quickly hanging up the call by pressing the red button. I just raise an eyebrow at him, kind of confused.
"Um, calling Sophie?" I say in a 'duh' tone but he only looks up at me with a straight face.
"Why the hell would she wanna talk to you?" He asks and I stay dumbfounded.
"But you said -"
"God, you're stupid." He groans slightly.
"Excuse me?"
He pushes his phone back in his pocket and crosses his arms. His smirk appears as he watches me, a mischievous expression taking over his face.
"I thought you were better at this stuff." He says. I move aside as some teenagers walk outside.
"What stuff?" I ask and move my hair away from my face. I can't wait to put it in a bun, it's been stressing me out all night.
"Sneaking around."
"Ooh." I a small smirk forms on my lips as he says that. So he lied, pretending in order to keep me from going to the elevator. "So that's what we're doing?"
"Mhm." He steps toward me but I back away, not purposely, more like on instinct. He raises an eyebrow and bows his head, his eyes focusing on mine. His hand reaches out to pull my fingers so I am forced to step forward.
His finger positions itself under my chin, gently raising my head. I can feel his hot breath on my face but my eyes are avoiding his. And he notices, before not even a moment later he takes my face in his hand, holding me in place.
"Why are you avoiding me?" He asks. The only thing I can think of is how he avoided me at the beach.
"I'm not." I repeat the sentence for the milionth time today.
"Why didn't you go with him? Hm?"
Because he wasn't the person I would normally get with, he was nice and polite. I had a feeling I would disappoint him. I know Wes wouldn't expect that answer, so I stay silent, examining the spirals in his eyes.
His eyes fall down to look at my body and the tension grows between us. He takes in every little part of me and I see the little spark when he raises his head.
"Come with me." He murmurs, almost whispers.
"Where?" I ask, suddenly feeling so drawn to him. His eyes lit up as he releases me and turns away from me. He walks away from me and I'm stunned for a moment until I hear him speak to the receptionist.
"Can you give me a room for two?" He says and starts pulling out his wallet.
I don't say anything. My eyes are wider than the moon and I'm pretty sure my knees are trembling. He's so seductive, so persuasive, so wrong, yet I cannot get myself to tell him 'no'. I'm asking myself what the hell is going on when I have zero clue. I feel like my thoughts are a plain white board and I'm writing something new these past few days. I must be tripping or something because a shiver passes through me as Wes makes his way to me, spinning a silver key around his finger.
He takes me by my waist and pulls me into the elevator. I just stare at him, trying to solve the puzzle in my head. As soon as the door closes, the tiny elevator becomes even smaller.
My breath is taken from me when he crashes his lips to mine with such hunger I almost black out. My hands automatically go around his neck, my palm pressing deeply into the back of his head. He tries to make me go further back by kissing me deeply but the wall behind me is limiting that from happening. I can feel him growing in his jeans and my desire appears, making me lift my leg up. He takes the opportunity and grabs my outer thigh, pushing himself so close to me I let out a sigh. His mouth moves to my neck and my eyelids close as he starts sucking on my skin.
Once again the 'ding' is heard but neither of us move. I look into his eyes, which are full of lust. He looks at me for a couple seconds before he bends down and throws me over his shoulder. I shriek and for the second time with him, I feel like I'm in a movie.
I watch the floor as it moves underneath Wes's feet. Then the key clicks, a door knob is pulled down, the light flickers on and I follow the brown carpet that leads into a room, the one Wes got for, us.
Instead of putting me back on the floor, I feel myself levitate in the air before my back connects with the soft surface of the bed sheets. I stare at the boy in front of me.
He traces my skin so teasingly as he watches my chest raise up and down from my heavy breathing. I find it hard to think when his fingers find a way under my dress. Every piece of me is heated by his touch. He gently takes the material of my panties and pulls them down. His hand runs over my inner thighs again but this time he places his other hand next to my head and lowers himself above me. He licks his lips before kissing my mouth. I respond to him and move my mouth against his but a quiet moan escapes my lips as I feel his fingers enter me.
I really don't dare to look at him in the eye, but only feel his lips on my neck and the tension between my legs. He fastens his pace, making me shut my eyes in delight as my mouth stands open from all the sounds I can not let out. This sensational feeling is what makes me breathe so heavily. He starts kissing my neck again and I grab onto his biceps as I reach my climax, opening my eyes to look at the bright ceiling above me. But I still feel flamed as he travels down my neck.
And I know he does too, because he makes quick moves in order to undress himself. I sit up and unbuckle his belt in order to pull his jeans down. He raises an eyebrow and I roll my eyes absentmindedly before grabbing his arms and pulling him down on me. He smirks in satisfaction, supporting himself on his elbows.
"That lipstick." He murmurs in his low voice, his eyes focused on my lips. "It's -"
He brings his lips on mine, giving me a lustful kiss. He grabs my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls it slowly. After he releases it I feel him rub on me through his boxers, the contact making me sigh. He bites his own lip before he moves his hand down and pulls his boxers down, thrusting into me harshly.
I yelp loudly, not expecting him that way, pain seizing the lower part of my body. My voice was a shock to both him and I as he buries his head in my neck.
"Shit. Sorry, baby." He mumbles breathlessly into my hair and my heart clenches at the nickname he's called me for the second time today.
"I'm fine." I tell him and feel his head nod before he pulls out of me and then in again, this time more tender and slower.
He keeps his head beside me, my fingers gently grabbing his hair, as he buries himself inside me with his every move. He doesn't go fast, but instead makes sure to hit as deep as he can each time. My breaths and moans are filling the thick air in this room only the two of us know of. His head lifts itself up and he finds a way to my lips, taking them hungrily. Until he stops all of a sudden.
"The condom." He says quickly and I can see the panic on his face. I debate whether to torture him and make a scene but I know how sensitive this topic is for everyone, so I smile to ease his paralyzed state.
"I'm on birth control." I say and expect him to breathe out because of relief. Instead his eyebrows furrow, his face backing away from mine.
"What? But I used a condom the first time." He states, obviously confused.
"I know." I bite my lip. His gaze falls to the action I'm doing but he just continues talking.
"Why wouldn't you tell me?" He asks.
"To see if you would think like a man." I explain. My reasoning is smart and I wouldn't get into this second time if he didn't do the right thing the first time.
"So I'm good?" He pulls his smirk and that's how I know he's not worried anymore. I nod before he crashes his lips on mine again.