27 Perfect Present

"Why did you do that?" He addressed in a low tone. "Do what?" I asked again. "Welll...I-I" he trailed off while gradually peering toward me. His eyes halted on my lips when he started to nibble on his.

"C-can I...ugh never mind; let's go." He pivots preparing to exit. "Y-you can. I-I me-" before I can finish my sentence he made a 180 and held my face up..

Time had halted when his lips met mine. This somehow felt forbidden however the excitement just heightened. My heart pounded in my chest as my knees got weaker. I could only focus on how soft he felt against me, how addictively he attacked every one of my senses.

It still wasn't clear if this is what I meant or if I was spouting nonsense in the heat of the moment, yet there was a crude feeling in the manner in which his fingers twisted around mine. I felt Jamar, sneaking a guilty peek at me every time I came back for air, just to ensure this wasn't a product of his imagination.

I didn't know whether fate pulled for this second or if my mind tricked me into a perfect present, however every breath he took resembled jasmine and for the first time since I've arrived, I didn't feel timid, about a kiss. If anything, the warm feeling of his breath, despite the fact that it was destabilizing, was inviting. This time around he draped his two arms around my tiny waist and met my lips again halfway, while I hung my hands around his neck.

My breathing was heavy, as his hips pressed tightly towards me. I hear the door open slightly, before quickly separating our glued bodies. Both me and Jamar cough awkwardly as we turn to the sink. "The teacher got worried and sent me." Mason spoke out. He stared at us for a couple of seconds before shrugging and turned on his heels.

I quickly look at the mirror to see my shriveled state. His hands slowly wrap around my shoulders as he rests his forehead on the tips of my hair. He whispers out fuck before slowly closing the space between his hard on and my lightly covered bottom. His warm lips softly pecked my head as it trailed down to my nape, and softly nibbles on the exposed skin.

His hands sneakily had trailed down to my waist while he kneed me; in between my thighs. "W-wait!" My voice snapped him back to reality. "Ah shit. Sorry." He grumbled while slowly pushing himself off me. "U-um I'll be leaving." He nodded his head while turning into a stall and closes it behind him. I sighed in frustration and left.