Sweetheart

18

A/N
TWICE IN A DAY? yep, that's right. enjoy, I guess

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Aaron
October 2020

She tastes like smoke and beer and sweetness.

Her mouth is soft, delicate. I want more. I crave more.

I press my mouth on hers, taking her face with my hand to pull her closer— if that's even possible. I take her bottom lip between my teeth, gently biting it to make her open up for me. She does, and I don't waste any time. I let my tongue swipe over hers, brushing and tangling.

Catching me off guard, Lizzie climbs on my lap, resting her legs next to my thighs, our hips way too close. Oh, fuck. I might have actually said that out loud, because I feel her smiling against my lips.

Her hands ride up from my chest to my nape, where they tangle in my hair. She bites my lip, then goes back to kissing me fiercely. Someone's hungry, and I'm not talking about me.

With the hand on her hip, I make her lean closer to me, almost pressing her breasts against me. Honestly, for a moment there I thought I was going too far and fast. But then her hands grabbed mine and drove them to her ass, so you know what? What the hell? I'll make this feel good.

My palms touch the warm skin of the back of her thighs, still a bit damp from the swim she went for. I climb up, up, up, until my hands are full with her ass, bare against my skin. I squeeze— probably a bit harshly if I have to be completely honest, but judging by the pleased gasp that leaves her mouth and crashes into mine, I think it's safe to assume she liked it.

Her hips lower down, barely hovering over my hard-on, and she grinds on me, brushing my erection with her core. I groan, pulling back a little from her mouth, "You'll kill me if you do that, sweetheart," I tell her.

"Good," she replies with her lips on my neck, tracing sinful kisses there. This time, she literally sits on my crotch and grinds on it, letting out a sound between a moan and a breath.

I grit my teeth, trying to lift her a little. Against all odds, I'm the one stopping this. "Lizzie, we can't."

"Fuck yeah, we can," she breathes, yanking my wrist away from her ass, shoving my hand between her legs.

Oh, fuck me. I can tell she's dripping even through her panties, and it's not the water from the pool. Before I can stop myself, I curl my fingers against her covered cunt, making her moan and close her eyes. "No, Liz. You just want to get back at Nate. You'll regret this tomorrow."

"I won't," she breathes, rubbing herself against my fingers. "Please. I know you're fucking amazing at this. Please."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Heart. I'm not gonna touch you when you're not even completely sober." I retract my hands, causing a little whimper to leave her mouth.

She makes an annoyed sound. "Why? Why don't you want me?" she asks, leaning her forehead against mine.

I scoff and grab her hand, putting it on my painful cock. She widens her eyes. "Still think I don't want you? I'm doing this for your sake, Lizzie. Just go to sleep. If tomorrow you'll still want this, then, by all means, come and say it," I tell her.

Angry, she stands up, although still standing over me with her feet close to my hips. "You know what? Fine. I'll leave. But don't expect me to come back tomorrow, because I'll forget that this even happened. You weren't that good of a kisser, anyway." Yeah, she's not getting away with this.

I laugh bitterly and grab her ankles, securing her feet on the ground. "Is that what you want, sweetheart? A reminder that this happened and that I almost made you come by barely touching you? All right, then."