perfectly manicured stubble tickled my chin and his body
pushed against mine until I was lying backwards on the sofa. An
unfamiliar yet delicious ache between my legs urged my hips up to
meet him and I let out an animalistic moan which in theory should
have embarrassed me. Instead it seemed to make him kiss me harder
which in that moment made me feel like the most powerful girl in
the whole world.
Blaine’s lips broke free from mine and he kissed his way
down to my neck , his tobacco and mint infused breath blanketing my
sensitive skin.
“ Can I touch you, Maddie?” he whispered into my neck. “I want
to touch you more than anything.” I nodded, quite certain I was
breathing too hard to form words.
Then his
hands wandered over my breasts, hardening my nipples faster than a
jolt of electricity. Sliding his hand underneath my t-shirt he
pulled down the cups of my bra, springing my breasts free before
tugging and teasing my nipples, rolling them between his
fingers.
“ Blaine,” I whimpered, dropping my hands from his hair and
finding their way underneath his black button down shirt. My
fingertips trailed the contours of the muscles on his chest,
revelling in
their unapologetic firmness, and for a moment I thought my frantic
heart might burst straight through my ribs.
“ I want to taste you,” Blaine murmured. “Can I do that,
Maddie?” Again I simply nodded. In that moment I doubted there was
anything I wouldn’t let him do to me.
He
lifted my shirt until it rested beneath my chin and groaned into my
breasts as he kissed and sucked each nipple. His hips pressed into
mine and I could feel how much he wanted me, his unforgiving
erection pressing into my thigh and making the strange and
wonderful tingle between my legs spread like wildfire throughout my
body.
I allowed my
fingers to roam the bare skin of his chest before they wandered
down and around to his back of their own accord. Blaine’s entire
body went rigid and in a nanosecond – he was sat upright on the
edge of the sofa.
Bollocks.
“ I’m sorry, lish, I just can’t-”
“ Shh. It doesn’t matter,” I whispered. “Just hold me,
Blaine.” He looked almost startled by my request but as I nestled
myself into his chest he wrapped his arms around me and held me
there for what could have been forever. I’d gone to his house with the
intention of having a blazing argument with him. Hmm, that didn’t
quite work out as planned…
We were
relaxing on the sofa – Blaine lay on his back and I lay on my side,
snuggling into him.
“ The things going around about your mom… are they true?” Blaine
asked cautiously, his bluntness taking me aback
slightly.
“ Are you asking me if she’s a hooker?” I replied
calmly.
“ No. Well… just forget it. I’m sorry, that was out of
line.”
“ I don’t mind. I’m not ashamed of my mother. Sometimes I think
I should be, but I’m not. Anyway the answer is yes.”
“ Shit .”
“ Yeah, shit,” I repeated, mirroring his flabbergasted tone
and making him snort back a faint giggle. “But she’s not well.
She’s never been diagnosed because she’s always refused to tell
anyone her problems, convincing herself the authorities will take
me away from her. I know that doesn’t excuse it or anything. It’s
just, sometimes I think she doesn’t know any other way.”
“ So what do you thinks wrong with her?” he asked curiously,
sympathetically.
“ I’ve no idea. Maybe bipolar or something? Some days she’s
high as a kite – although it’s hard to tell if that’s because she’s
taken something or because she’s just being manic. Other days she
doesn’t stop crying. She starts wishing she was dead and telling me
to leave and make a new life for myself and shit like
that.
“ Being on the game is something she always seems to fall back
on – but in recent years I’ve noticed that’s only when she’s
pissed. The problem there is trying to stop my mum from drinking is
like getting
pushed against mine until I was lying backwards on the sofa. An
unfamiliar yet delicious ache between my legs urged my hips up to
meet him and I let out an animalistic moan which in theory should
have embarrassed me. Instead it seemed to make him kiss me harder
which in that moment made me feel like the most powerful girl in
the whole world.
Blaine’s lips broke free from mine and he kissed his way
down to my neck , his tobacco and mint infused breath blanketing my
sensitive skin.
“ Can I touch you, Maddie?” he whispered into my neck. “I want
to touch you more than anything.” I nodded, quite certain I was
breathing too hard to form words.
Then his
hands wandered over my breasts, hardening my nipples faster than a
jolt of electricity. Sliding his hand underneath my t-shirt he
pulled down the cups of my bra, springing my breasts free before
tugging and teasing my nipples, rolling them between his
fingers.
“ Blaine,” I whimpered, dropping my hands from his hair and
finding their way underneath his black button down shirt. My
fingertips trailed the contours of the muscles on his chest,
revelling in
their unapologetic firmness, and for a moment I thought my frantic
heart might burst straight through my ribs.
“ I want to taste you,” Blaine murmured. “Can I do that,
Maddie?” Again I simply nodded. In that moment I doubted there was
anything I wouldn’t let him do to me.
He
lifted my shirt until it rested beneath my chin and groaned into my
breasts as he kissed and sucked each nipple. His hips pressed into
mine and I could feel how much he wanted me, his unforgiving
erection pressing into my thigh and making the strange and
wonderful tingle between my legs spread like wildfire throughout my
body.
I allowed my
fingers to roam the bare skin of his chest before they wandered
down and around to his back of their own accord. Blaine’s entire
body went rigid and in a nanosecond – he was sat upright on the
edge of the sofa.
Bollocks.
“ I’m sorry, lish, I just can’t-”
“ Shh. It doesn’t matter,” I whispered. “Just hold me,
Blaine.” He looked almost startled by my request but as I nestled
myself into his chest he wrapped his arms around me and held me
there for what could have been forever. I’d gone to his house with the
intention of having a blazing argument with him. Hmm, that didn’t
quite work out as planned…
We were
relaxing on the sofa – Blaine lay on his back and I lay on my side,
snuggling into him.
“ The things going around about your mom… are they true?” Blaine
asked cautiously, his bluntness taking me aback
slightly.
“ Are you asking me if she’s a hooker?” I replied
calmly.
“ No. Well… just forget it. I’m sorry, that was out of
line.”
“ I don’t mind. I’m not ashamed of my mother. Sometimes I think
I should be, but I’m not. Anyway the answer is yes.”
“ Shit .”
“ Yeah, shit,” I repeated, mirroring his flabbergasted tone
and making him snort back a faint giggle. “But she’s not well.
She’s never been diagnosed because she’s always refused to tell
anyone her problems, convincing herself the authorities will take
me away from her. I know that doesn’t excuse it or anything. It’s
just, sometimes I think she doesn’t know any other way.”
“ So what do you thinks wrong with her?” he asked curiously,
sympathetically.
“ I’ve no idea. Maybe bipolar or something? Some days she’s
high as a kite – although it’s hard to tell if that’s because she’s
taken something or because she’s just being manic. Other days she
doesn’t stop crying. She starts wishing she was dead and telling me
to leave and make a new life for myself and shit like
that.
“ Being on the game is something she always seems to fall back
on – but in recent years I’ve noticed that’s only when she’s
pissed. The problem there is trying to stop my mum from drinking is
like getting
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