Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 17

I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart began to  hammer behind my breast. Uncontrollable. Blake  presses his fingers more into the flesh of my waist.

Heat emanates from the pads of his fingers into  the material of the dress I had chosen to wear until  it reaches my flesh.

My lower region responds quickly and I feel my  vagina clench in anticipation. I desperately fought  to prevent myself from rubbing my thighs together  to relieve the sudden pleasurable ache.

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you taste.” He  continues to whisper. The hand that was on my  waist travels down until it was close, almost  touching my inner thigh.

He was so close, so close to where I really wanted  him to touch. I could feel a sudden bump pressing  into my back. I knew it was his cock and just the  thought of him turned on by me pleases me so  much that a low moan slips out.

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you  responded. The way you felt. I want more.” He  groans and pushes his front more into me until I  could feel his length. He felt hard, big and long  against my back. My hands itch to touch him  through his jeans.

My head is clouded with him, I couldn’t think  properly. The hand I was cutting the frog shakes  uncomfortably.

My eyes dip to stare at his hand that was  dangerously close to my feminine regions. My  breathing comes in rough pants at the sight.Seeing  his big hand close to where I wanted him to touch  suddenly made me feel hot all over. His fingers  were inches away from where I desperately want  him. Just a little more.

Never would I have thought that Blake and I would  ever be in this position. Yes he always teased me  and made sexual jokes but Blake was always hard  to read. Like now, I didn’t know if he was being  serious or was playing around. But this wasn’t the  same, it was different, too intimate.

hard bulge pressing on to my back makes  me think otherwise. Maybe he was serious, maybe  Blake does

girl on one of the tables  before us. She seemed to be terrified of

hair reminds me of a certain someone.  Someone who wouldn’t be pleased if she saw us in  this position. Guilt crawls in my stomach until it  envelops my entire body. Everyone was

daze. “Blake stop, Stacy.” I breathed out. Upon  hearing her name he freezes and moves away  from me abruptly. I miss his warmth but I knew I  had

him finally showing interest  was all I ever wanted, but not like this. Not when  he had a girlfriend. And just by his swift actions of  pulling away from me, I knew he was still with her.  Did you think he’d leave her for you? Just because  you guys kissed? It was just a dare

“Ley-“

my eyes shut. “Just  let’s forget it ever happened.” I breathed out then  opened my eyes back. I could feel his eyes on me,  feel his burning stare but I refused to

is now heavy with  what I presume as

as  he enters the cla*sroom. He bangs the

even

his sleep. “There’s no excuse for  tardiness Ryan.” He grumbles in a harsh voice.”

the cla*s 

over to the back. A  smile stretches on his face when he spots me.  Then a frown creases

  sends me a questioning look. With an awkward  smile I turn away from him. I was embarra*sed  that I would’ve let Blake do whatever he planned

hear Blake sigh beside me but doesn’t try to  speak to me again. Instead he reaches for the  knife and starts cutting up his frog. I didn’t know if  to be disappointed by his dismissal or be happy 

go back to how it  was between

F*ck are we supposed to do with this  shit?!” Ryan questions in a hushed tone to Kiana. I  bite my lip to suppress my laughter. I knew Ryan  was disgusted by anything