"When I came downstairs, I saw you out here and figured you could use some company," I say sensually as I take a couple of steps closer to him.
He tenses again before shaking his head. "I don't want your company right now." My face falls at his harsh words.
"Fine then." I spin around to head inside, pissed off before he grasps my wrist, holding me in place.
"No, stay."
"You just told me to leave." I bristle under his touch.
He puts the cigarette to his lips as he draws in a breath, shrugging. "I guess I changed my mind." He says, between blowing out the smoke.
I watch him warily as he lets go of my wrist when he feels I won't just spin and leave again. Even though I know I should. I stay put instead. We stand in silence as he places the cigarette between his lips once more, and I can’t help from staring at it. Bringing me back to the first time I had seen him, and felt the desire to draw the wisps of smoke from his mouth.
As he catches me watching, he lifts a brow before pulling it from his lips and holding it out to me. I stare down at it as he watches me with a darkened expression. After a moment of not moving, he goes to withdraw before I reach out stopping him, rising up to his silent challenge.
Taking it from his fingers, I place it between my own lips. As I suck in a breath I'm slammed with an immediate fit of coughing as my throat burns and my eyes water. “Easy there.” His eyes flash with dark amusement before he reaches out to grab it back. "Here, let me show you." Placing it between his lips once more, he reaches out grabbing hold of me and pulling me against him. My body melts and unravels as I feel his hardened muscles against mine.
His lip twitches into a wicked smile before he grabs the cigarette between his fingers once more. Drawing in a deep breath he removes it before leaning down and placing his lips over mine. His tongue pushes against them and I voluntarily part my lips welcoming his. I taste the smoke filling my mouth as his lips dance over mine before he draws back from me. He watches me with a dangerous expression as I part my lips breathing out the remaining bits of smoke left in my mouth. Neither of us move apart as he watches me through hooded eyes.
The sound of sirens wailing in the distance below pulls his attention off me. When he looks down at me he takes a step back, separating us once again. "It's getting late, you should go in now." He says, dropping his cigarette on the ground. He steps on it extinguishing the embers much like my hopes of taking this further. Not waiting for me to argue he moves past me careful to avoid touching me as he walks inside and goes upstairs to his room.
***
I lay in bed frustrated at Daveon’s continual dismissal of me. I know he wants me just as I want him, but he pushes me away whenever I make a move. Not only that, how am I supposed to sleep with someone if he is always watching me especially if he won’t do it himself. I groan in frustration at my situation. Daveon was the perfect person to sleep with. There is no trying to deny I want him. I mean hell, I only fantasize about his hands on me every night by myself.
Sliding my hand down my body I close my eyes, feeling the familiar ache between my legs upon thinking of him. As I reach the waistband of my pajamas I stop, opening my eyes. What the hell are you doing? I sit up, not wanting to have to lay here touching myself as I picture Daveon when he is literally just down the hall. Fuck it. Flipping my legs off the bed I stand. Going to my bag I shuffle through some of my items looking for some sexy underwear I had packed. Slipping them on I throw on a shirt and pajama shorts to hide them.
Flipping off my light, I crack open the door, listening before I open it all the way. Looking around confirming no one's door is open, I slip out, closing it behind me. Tiptoeing down the hall I pass by Liliana and Nico’s room wanting to be quiet, though I don’t think they will hear me over the noises they are making in there. I smirk as I make my way to the end of the hall. Standing in front of Daveon’s room, I can see a faint light is still on in his room. I lift my hand to knock before stopping myself, grabbing hold of the doorknob instead. Turning it, I open the door slightly before slipping inside. Closing the door behind my back, I search the room to find Daveon practically naked on his bed.
His brow creases as he partially pushes up onto his elbows. “Gianna?” He whispers out. “What are you doing?” Worry draws his lips downward. “Is everything okay?” He shifts as if to slide off the bed. I am stunned into silence as my eyes greedily assess him. His body is like a perfectly chiseled rock. Sculpted with hard lines and contours that move and shift as his muscles flex and move with him. I can see he is sporting a half erect cock inside his briefs that are tight on his body. “Gianna?” His voice a little louder this time, finally gained my attention.
Moving my legs with determination, I cross the distance, moving in front of him as he sits on the edge of the bed. His eyes
