Royal Prick(25)

“Stop being an asshole and give me my shirt back!” As if on instinct she crossed her arms over her chest trying to cover herself up. What she didn’t realize was that it did nothing to cover her up. It merely pushed her boobs up more, causing the tops of her breast to swell out of the bra.

“Mmmm…” I tapped at my chin, my lips rising in a cocky grin. My cock was hard as concrete, and it seemed to be getting stiffer with each passing second. The anger burning in her eyes wasn’t helping the situation either. My eyes lingered along the lace embroidery on her pink bra and then down over her smooth stomach. I could see my cum covering that smooth skin in a thick coating as I stroked myself.

“You’re a fucking creep!” she growled, diving for the shirt that was in my hands. Instead, she ended up plastering herself against my chest.

“I kind of like where this is going,” I huffed out, grinning yet again as she tried furiously to get the shirt from me. I held it in the air above her head forcing her to push herself off of me some more. I could feel the heat of her skin through my shirt.

I was so taking advantage of the situation as I glided my hand down her back until I reached her firm round ass. I couldn’t help myself as I gave it a quick, hard swat, a yelp sounding from deep within her chest.

“Royal!” She bellowed my name out in surprise and what sounded like frustration. I kind of liked hearing my name fall from her lips, even if it wasn’t in a breathy moan but more so a pissed off one.

She jumped up again, her fingers snagging onto the material just as she pulled it down toward her. I could hear the distinct sound of fabric ripping, just as I lost my footing causing our bodies to collide into one moving mass.

“Sunshine.” I whispered the words into Noelle’s hair just as we fell together upon her bedspread, our bodies a tangled web. I could feel her breath fan against my cheek, and the erratic beating of her heart against my own. God, how I had longed for this closeness with someone my entire life.

“You’re…” The hazel color of her eyes softened as she stared down at me, her gaze drifting to my lips and then back up to my eyes. She wanted to kiss me, just as much as I wanted to kiss her, if not more.

It’s lust. Nothing but a pure attraction for the opposite sex.

I let my ego tell me it was nothing, and that it was still nothing as I ran a hand through her long locks, my fingers gliding over the soft strands with ease.

Yup. I’ll be fucking damned. It was just as soft as I imagined it would be.

“I’m what?” I mustered up the words finally, dazed by her very presence. We were both breathless as we stared at one another, her chest still against mine. She could’ve moved by now, or at least rolled over, but she choose to stay laying on me, staring me right in the eyes.

Every flick of the second hand on the clock had my walls crumbling and tumbling to the ground. Noelle was chipping away at the ice cold block that surrounded my heart.

Her warmth. Her smile. Her sunshine fucking scent melting away the icy desolate space, all while forcing my heart to beat again.

“You’re so much more than you let people see. I see it— all now the broken shattered pieces of who you are piercing through your flesh. You’re so broken....” Her words pierced me straight in the heart, and I knew then that I needed to get up and leave. To push her away, and not let her see any more of what made me who I was. She had no idea the damage that I was capable of causing. I could destroy anything and everything in the blink of an eye.

Hell, you could compare me to that of a natural disaster. I would come into your life without warning and take away everything you loved and cherished, leaving you with nothing but a broken heart to nurse at the end of it all.

“Then it would be a good idea for you to stay away from me, Noelle. It’s pretty clear now that I take all the beautiful things in a person’s life and tear them apart. I’m sure you would be no different.” My jaw clenched with a tension that needed to be released as I spoke to her, and my eyes locked on hers. I couldn’t continue to sit here and be analyzed like I could easily be fixed by someone so special as her. Pushing her shoulders gently, I moved out from underneath her and away from the bed, her own body falling down onto the bedspread I was previously laying on.

“I didn’t mean it… I mean…” She tumbled over her words, panic showing in her eyes as she shoved up off the bed. I stared at her for a long moment. I wasn’t hurt by anything she said. I was more confused with my own emotions and the fact that I wanted to hold her tightly against my chest and never let her go, but at the same time I wanted to keep her as far out of reach as possible. On the very top shelf where no one could reach her, especially me.