Psycho Love

27

Rubbing the towel through my hair, I plop down next to Isaac on our dark blue bed. I tie the black robe tighter around the waist. My mind drifts off again, back to a nagging subject.

Richie.

"What was wrong with Richie earlier?" I ask Isaac, laying down on my back. He shrugs.

"That guy has always been the type to do weird shit. Don't ask me." Isaac grunts, flipping away from me. I roll my eyes.

They both can't be in a bad mood right now, can they?

"Stop being a baby." I grab Isaac's shoulder trying to flip him back over. He doesn't resist, instead pouncing on top of me, his arms keeping him up and his knees in between my legs, as he hovers over me.

"Stop talking about him. First, you touch him as easier as you touch me, then you call him your best friend, and now, you're asking about him while we're in bed alone together? Aliza, I told you, I'll kill him." He breathes out, as I stare up at him.

He's fucking hot from this angle too. Even if he's got the complete wrong idea about everything.

"Richie has to be my best friend, you're my boyfriend. I'm just worried I did something to him, that's all and fuck, I think I like you better when you're angry." My hand lays on his cheek as he leans into my touch, his eyes closing as he kisses the inside of my palm.

My breathing quickens as he lies his body against mine. He heartbeat pulses through his chest into mine while his warmth travels down to my toes.

"I'm sorry. I need you to be all mine. I can barely hold myself back." He whispers, his breath fanning my face. My hand still cups his cheek as another one of his body parts dig into my stomach.

I guess I should stop playing.

"You still owe me a punishment." I say, as he leans in for a kiss. He freezes, as I sit up, sliding from underneath his body. He stares at me intensely as he mirrors my actions. We sit across from each other.

"Aliza, I'm at my limit." He pants, biting his lip. I watch him with a slight grin on as heat rises in me as well.

I'm sure that's not true. I want to see it...

"We'll see how far I can push it then." I say, climbing onto his lap, straddling him. He swallows.

...his limit.

"I'm serious. You're going to make me-"

"Don't do a thing. That's your punishment. Don't let yourself do anything, unless I allow it. Then you can give me the rest of your reward." I grind against him, as he groans, wrapping his arms around me and burying his head on my neck.

Will I be able to hold back?

"Aliza, I really can't." He mumbles, beginning to move on his own, pushing up against me. I stop, getting off of him. Standing off to the side of the bed. His gaze follows me.

"I told you you weren't allowed to do anything on your own. Now, you get to sleep with that boner tonight. Do whatever you want with it cause I'm going to sleep in the living room." I smirk as his eyes widen. I reach for a pillow and a blanket as he grabs onto my arm.

"No, no. Let me try again. I can do it if you just give me another chance." He begs, trying to stop me from leaving.

He should've never left me last night. Payback's a bitch.

"Nope. If you follow me, I won't stay in the same room as you ever again." I snatch my arm out of his grip and grab the pillow and blanket, hurrying out the room.