Conjuring Dragons - Chante Francis (feel good fiction books .txt) 📗

before my lips could stop it. He bent down and hitched my left leg around his calf, placed his hands back on my hips where he squeezed me. His thumbs slid under my shirt and he dug them into the soft flesh of my stomach a bit, earning another moan. He rocked my hips into him and brought his head down to my level, his chest leaving mine. His lips were so close, our ragged breathing combining into an aroused melody, it all happened so fast.

Then somehow we got caught again. He stared into my eyes and I felt something deep in me start to move, like it was trying to shift into place.

Chapter 6: Next time

Chapter Six

 

 

 

After what felt like an hour, but was probably only a few moments, Jason finally leaned in to kiss me. He shut his eyes and at the last moment I turned my head, causing him to kiss my cheek. He growled a bit, then using his cheek pushed my head to the left so he could get to my lips. He leaned in, and I moved my head all the way so he kissed my right cheek instead. He growled once again, prompting me to wrap my arms around his neck. I’ve never had to do this on purpose before, damn I hope I’m doing it right. I leaned up on my toes, away from the wall, and whispered in his ear while I attempted to seductively tousle his hair, if that’s actually possible.

"No."

"No?" He repeated.

With a nod of my head he asked, “Why not?”

I forgot my answer the moment I felt his tongue on me. Unlike the males who tried it before, instead of being disgusted I found myself wanting him more. He drew a circle on my skin with his tongue before I felt his entire mouth on me. I stopped breathing as I felt him suck gently on my neck then pull back. He blew softly on the spot and my resistance weakened as my traitorous body shook in pleasure. “I’m waiting.” He said quietly.

“What?” I tried shaking my head a bit, to rid my brain of its sexual stupor. His mouth came back, this time though he thought to throw a little nibbling into the mix, causing me to gasp and have to choke out my next sentence, "I refuse to be another notch on your belt.  Another nick in your headboard. Another name on your list." I finished on a moan that I didn’t think he could pull out of me so easily.

"Never." He says to me, his voice heavy with the sexual tension in the air. As soon as I felt the unfamiliar fluttering in the pit of my stomach, I tried pulling away, but didn't get too far before his lips were on mine. Sealing my fate and taking my breath away once again.

He reaches down and pulls my right leg up to be wrapped around him. As soon as I feel his arousal, the rest of my sensibility flies out the window. Surprising myself, I attempt to grind on him and get rewarded for my efforts with a groan of pleasure. I smile into the kiss and he wraps his arms around my waist. Seconds later, my back leaves the wall and hits something soft and plush. The bed.

I unwrap my legs from around him, planting my feet on the soft mattress, and run my hands through his hair again. He licks my lower lip, but I deny him entrance. Feeling a bit of sense return, I tug on his hair in an attempt to end the kiss, it doesn’t work. He again tries to gain access into my mouth, but I once again oppose him. He growls, but doesn't push it and decides to just kiss the rest of my body. He kisses the side of my mouth, across my jaw line, my ear and then travels down my neck. Half way down he bites me, not enough to break the skin and not painfully hard, but enough to get another moan. He keeps kissing down, and stops to suck on my collar bone.

His fingers brush the skin on my shoulder as he gently starts tugging my spaghetti and bra strap off. They leave a trail of fire, and I'm so at home in that moment. I lay there feeling like I’m finally where I belong, not necessarily on my back under a man, but with the person I’m supposed to be with.

Then it gets interrupted. His phone goes off and although he groans to acknowledge it he doesn’t move to answer. Thankfully it stops, as he draws lazy circles down towards my nipple with his tongue. I can’t help but hold my breath in anticipation of his mouth on my hardened peak, impatiently reaching out for his attention.

His phone rings again, but he ignores it and moves back up to kiss my collar bone lightly. I start breathing a little bit, before my breath is stolen as he bites a sweet spot between my neck and shoulder that has me arching off the bed with my head back. He allows me to come down a bit with light sweet kisses down towards my breast again. His phone rings a third time and he curses. I feel him start to pull away, and wait for his body to leave mine. When his phone continues to ring and I don’t feel him continuing the motion off of me, I open my eyes.

The first thing to enter my lust filled mind, is the successful smirk on his face. Seeing that I’m completely confused, he moves one hand to squeeze my thigh. Blushing with embarrassment, I realize that my legs are wrapped tightly around him again, and I’m clutching on to his shoulders. With as much dignity as I can muster, I slowly release him while feigning a nonchalant attitude. He leans in again for another kiss when his phone starts going off again. I groan and shut my eyes, thinking every expletive I know in every language I know them in.

With another gentle kiss on my neck, now that I’ve released him, he gets up and searches for his still ringing phone. I hear him curse again just before he shatters the lust filled fantasies that have started to play in my mind. “Hey baby.” I angrily open my eyes as reality instantly comes crashing back to me. I look around and find him near the foot of the bed with an apology in his eyes. “Sorry, I was in the shower and didn’t hear my phone ring. I’m glad you got home safely.”

He reaches out to try and touch my leg. As if I would let him continue, what type of girl does he take me for? An easy one. My mind answer’s before I move away. Angry at myself for my wanton behavior and angry at him for the burning lust he stirs in me, I move up the bed and under the covers. He finishes his conversation and tries to reach for me again but stops when my glare hits him. Turning on my side, facing away from him I say, “You’re sleeping on the couch. Don’t even think about touching me again.”

“Babe…” He starts, but thinks better of it, realizing that he’s fucked up and nothing will be happening the rest of the night. I hear him moving around for a few moments before a door shuts and the shower starts.

My eyelids get too heavy to keep open, with the day’s activities catching up to me and the pain I’ve had to deal with, I shut them to seek sweet oblivion. Right as I’m on the edge, I feel the bed behind me dip and arms reach for me. I swat them away as best as I can, not sure if I landed a successful hit or not, but they stop trying to grab me so I take it as a win. The last thing I hear before falling into a deep sleep is a sexy male chuckle like I’ve never heard before and the words, "Next time love, don’t worry we have eternity to play."

Ugh, the bastards got talent and he knows it, knows how he affected me. Heavens help me survive this demon.

Chapter 7: Even

Chapter Seven

 

 

 

I woke up to an empty bed and a smashed alarm clock, I guess I hit it harder than I thought. I'll have to get Jason a new one I suppose. I think on it a moment more, No, it’s that bastard’s problem not mine. I roll over and fruitlessly attempt to go back to sleep, enjoying the warm comfort of the Queen sized bed.

The door groans open, "Jyps get your fat butt out of bed. We're being forced to go to hell," I hear veronica. I slowly roll back over again, cocooning myself in the blankets, and open one eye. “Otherwise known as high school.”

Instead of responding I take a good look at her, trying to see who stands by the door striving to speak to me. What I see may as well be a stranger in my twin’s body. Looking completely different than what I’m used to, she leans against the door frame applying lip gloss to already covered lips. I want so badly to ask her why she put in the effort to look so out of the ordinary today, not that she looks bad of course, but an emotional pain in my backside has me glaring at her instead.

"You’re mad at me?" She questions innocently, looking into my narrowed eyes. Sighing, "Look. I'm sorry about shoving you on the floor yesterday, but I just wanted to be near him. Carter makes me feel things that no other man ever has, and I’m not sorry about that. Don’t ask me to be."

I say nothing to her, choosing to ignore my so called other half. I climb out of bed and head towards my clothes still lying in shopping bags on the floor.

"Wear something sexy.” She says, seeming to not notice that I’d rather she leave me alone, at least for a little while. “I want Carter to always see me at my best, and since were identical... Well you get the point right?" Then she crosses her feet at the ankles, leaning heavily on the door frame, placed one finger on her chin and looked towards the ceiling. "Put on some mascara and eyeliner too. Some lipstick and a bit of lip gloss