Escape

chapter 3


I was under the impression that I was safe at my school.

Despite everything that happened last time he escaped, deep down I felt that inside the walls of this school, I was safe.

What was I supposed to do? I was afraid. I couldn’t leave my room. But, I was bored out of my mind being confined to one area of the school, with only one person to talk to.

Not that I didn’t appreciate that he was there with me. If I was confined by myself I would have been crazy by now. At least I had someone.

But still, this was getting out of hand.

"It's been 3 days!" I huffed while I hastily pushed the book that I was reading into a random spot on the shelf.

"3 long days" He said to me, while running his hand through his blonde locks.

"I can't take it anymore. I use to enjoy weekends. I can't wait until tomorrow when we can get out of here and go to classes." He spoke again.

"I know exactly what you mean. I just wish there was something we could do other than sit here and stare at each other. I am actually tired of reading books!!"

"Well, I can think of something we can do." He smirked devilishly.

“Oh no! No suggestions from you, troublemaker!” I said as I watched him move towards me from his chair on the other side of the room.

"But I think you will like this one." He said in a smooth voice, as he stood behind my seat on the couch.

"Oh really?" I said. I felt his warm hands on my shoulders.

"Really." He said as he started to massage my back.

"Oh god!" I moaned. I sat there for a moment enjoying the relaxing feeling wash over me. I felt the stress immediately begin to leave my body.

"You were right." I whispered, as I hummed a bit. It just felt so good.

"I was what?" He laughed.

"Right, you were right." I half moaned as he hit a particular spot on my lower back.

"Just making sure I wasn't hallucinating. That’s twice in a week you admitted to being wrong." He said as he continued his ministrations on my back and shoulders.

After a good 20 minutes I was practically melted butter. He stopped and sat down beside me.

I leaned back into the soft couch with a satisfied smile on my face.

"That was fantastic." I said with my eyes closed. I could feel his eyes on me though.

"You should see what else I can do with these hands" He said, and I could just hear the smirk forming on his face as my face turned a deep shade of red.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes to tell him to go stuff it, or to make some comment about him being crude, but unfortunately I couldn't.

I couldn't because, what I saw when I opened my eyes, threw me.

It stopped me from speaking, or thinking, or anything else all together.

I saw deep blue/grey eyes, looking deep into mine. Deep enough to get lost.

I saw innocence and nervousness.

I saw longing and lust.

I saw me.

I don't remember who started it. Maybe it was both of us at the same time. But I do remember the feeling once the tension snapped.

An explosion of emotions. That’s what what it was like when his lips crashed into mine.

I was on fire. Everything in me was on fire. I could feel it all the way down to my toes.

I could feel those wonderful hands of his in my hair. Pulling it, playing with it. Making it even messier than it already was before we started this.

He was sending chills everywhere. The fire in me was becoming hotter.

His hands traveled down from my hair to my shoulders, massaging them again. I had to use all my will power not to moan into his mouth.

It was only at that point that I realized I was hardly responding. I mean I was kissing back. But my body was still so relaxed from his massaging, that my arms just hung limply at my sides.

I think he realized I wasn't responding because he increased the pressure on my back and then lifted me slightly so I was sitting on top of his lap.

As soon as I was completely in front of him I pulled my lips away from him to look at him.

He was breathing heavy and staring at my chest as it was rising and falling in front of his eyes.

I was apparently breathing just as heavy.

There was that silence again.

I continued to stare at him while he stared at my chest.

“Well, that was un expected.” I said, breaking the ice. Trying to stop this horrible silence that washed over us.

There was also that horrible awkwardness too. I wasn’t sure how to handle it.

After the words left my mouth I saw him finally look up at me.

I was shocked after what I saw.

Lust. Of the purest form.

My heart jumped straight into my throat.

“But nice all the same…” I said in a broken voice.

He finally reacted.

He kissed me again.

This time it was more careful and calculated. He took his time to explore my mouth.

He allowed his emotions to show in this kiss.

He also had managed to unbutton my blouse at some point because I felt his warm hands graze my cleavage as he
separated the left side of my button down from the right, and slowly push it down my shoulders past my arms, and finally discard it to the side.

He never stopped kissing me through the whole project of taking my shirt off, and once it was discarded, his hands instantly went to my back, tickling slowly up to my bra clasp.

He had to have felt me tense up. I mean it was obvious that I froze.

He continued to kiss me while his hands just lay flat against my bare back.

Finally he broke apart from me.

“Sorry” he said while trying to catch his breath. “I got carried away. I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.” He said again.

He looked almost as embarrassed as I felt.

There was silence again.

He was looking away from me now, to the side where he had thrown my shirt.

He picked it up and put it between us, trying to make the sleeves right for me to put it back on. Still not looking at me.

“Don’t be sorry.” I said firmly.

He finally looked up as he felt my hand make contact with his shoulder.

“But…. Oh Merlin” he said, as he saw that I had taken my bra off, and handed it to him.

He took my shirt, and the bra and threw them this time, somewhere behind him.

He grabbed me by both my shoulders and pulled me into him. Squishing my body into him.

He attacked my neck, nipping and biting. Licking and sucking. It was fantastic, but he still didn’t pull us
apart and continue what he was doing before I froze.

I decided to pull us apart to show him it was okay.

Yes I was nervous. But I wanted this just as much as he apparently did.

I leaned my body away from him, unintentionally rocking my hips over his own. He groaned and rolled his eyes in back of his head.

I smiled proudly. I caused that reaction in him.

I took his hand that was currently resting on my thigh, and slowly dragged it up my side, and onto my stomach.

He took a sharp intake of breath.

I stopped breathing all together.

I continued to help his hand along up my stomach until he reached the underside of my breast.

From there, I believe he got the idea, as he continued on his own accord.

I finally remembered to breathe.

His hands felt wonderful against my sensitive skin. This fire inside of me was burning me up. I needed some way
to release it.

While he was busy exploring I decided to get rid of his shirt. Apparently he didn’t notice my ministrations until I ran my nails very lightly over his toned abdomen. He froze, much like I did when he surprised me.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked him, with a smile playing on my face.

“No” he said and his smirk reappeared as he leaned back to allow me better access to his upper body.

I allowed my hands a few runs over his toned arms, and his collar bone, ghosting kisses across from shoulder to
shoulder.

My finger nails dragged across his nipples and he jumped a little bit. That’s when he stopped me.

He grabbed my hands and pulled them away, issuing me a little growl as he slightly lifted me off of him, and
pushed me back wards onto the couch.

“I thought you didn’t want me to stop?” I said, confused a bit.

“I don’t, but I would like to participate as well.” He said, as he leaned above me. That famous smirk of his never left his lips as he descended onto my chest.

Not many coherent words were heard from my mouth after that point. Lots of sighs, and a mewling noise I was slightly embarrassed about. But he seemed to enjoy my reaction as he continued his efforts in full force.

Once he dipped his tongue into my belly button I knew we were about to reach that point. The one where there was no turning back.

His face reached the button of my jeans, and his hands seemed to follow. He nipped at the skin above that button
sending chills down my spine as I arched my back in response.

How could I stop now?

Before I even could give him the go ahead, it was like he had read it in my mind. My jeans were off, and
discarded somewhere with the rest of my clothes.

I hadn’t shaved my legs today. That was the first thing I thought of. Strange really, that I would be thinking
about that at a time like this.

But once his hands found there way back up to my last remaining garment, I stopped worrying so much about stubbly legs.

He hooked his thumbs on each side of my hips and slowly slid my panties down my thighs, over my knees, past my legs, and finally off my feet.

I don’t remember where he put them, but I know they were not thrown aside like the rest of my clothes.

I don’t really remember caring at that point either.

Once I was lying in front of him, completely bare, I became very self conscious. What if he thought I was too curvy. I was still carrying those 5 extra pounds from the holidays. Could he tell? I knew my hips were big, and

I wished at that point that I had the body of some super model.

“You’re beautiful. Stop trying to convince yourself otherwise.” He said to me, then leaned down and kissed me on the tip of my nose. It was a kiss meant to comfort me, as he could tell how nervous I was.

After that he continued where he left off, kissing past my belly button, and lower, and lower.

He was lightly tickling my belly with his hair when I lost all comprehension of thought as I felt his tongue seek out my core.

All I could do was feel at that point.

I could feel my temperature rise, and my blood boil beneath my skin. That fire I had been feeling in me, was consuming my entire being.

It became so intense I couldn’t take it anymore. Finally an explosion went off inside my soul. My entire body erupted in spasms, and stars formed behind my closed eyes.

I never felt so alive in my entire life.

Once I started to come down from my high, he began to kiss his way back up my body slowly.

As he reached my mouth, he hesitated.

I immediately pulled him in into me and kissed him with everything I had, wanting to taste myself on his lips.

His eyes flew open, looking at me, as if to ask if I knew what I had just done. As if I wasn’t aware of where
his mouth had just been.

I just smiled at him seductively.

He shook his head in response and leaned down for another searing kiss.

“You amaze me” He said, once we broke apart.

So much for being bored, I thought to myself.

“That was so much better than reading a book!” I said, with a small laugh.

“Anytime” he said, with a small bow. He was still situated half on top of me, in between my legs.

It was at that point that I realized the predicament I had left him in.

Though he still had some clothes on, it was easy to tell what I had done to him.

I reached out for the buckle of his belt, and began to undo it.

He placed his hand on top of mine to still my movements.

I looked up at him in question.

“I won’t be able to stop.” He said honestly.

“I don’t want to stop.” I breathed the words. They were the truth, but still hard to say.

Then I kissed him, and continued to work on his buckle, though now my hands were shaking. Not in fear, but anticipation and nervousness.

He finally decided to help me, as I couldn’t get his buckle undone.

Again, within moments the only garment remaining between us, were his boxers, which left little to the imagination.

As quickly as I could I pulled them down, before I lost my nerve.

I watched as he kicked them off and onto the ground.

I briefly wondered how he was going to fit inside of me, but again, his wonderful hands went to work and I
stopped thinking all together.

That fire was back, and it was building faster than it had the time before.

As his hands worked there magic on me, I didn’t notice him change his position. All I could feel were his
fingers massaging inside, hitting parts of my body that I didn’t know existed. He was sending chills of pleasure
everywhere.

And once again, that fire was erupting.

Stars were exploding.

I was coming undone.

This time my entire body thrashed with excitement, only I couldn’t move with the feeling. He was on top of me now, and completely inside of me.

When had that happened?

Wasn’t there supposed to be pain your first time?

I guess I was so distracted by the most intense feeling I had ever felt in my life, I didn’t notice him push
inside, past my barrier.

I looked up at him in surprise, and I could tell this was testing his limits. He was shaking, and biting his lip to keep still.

I pulled myself up for another deep kiss, and raised my hips, to let him know I was okay.

That was when he started moving.

“Oh Merlin…” I breathed my words again, and fell backwards, unable to speak at all.

This felt amazing.

It had to take a remarkable amount of restraint on his part not to dissolve immediately. I knew he wanted this to last, but I was already feeling my blood begin to boil up again. It wouldn’t be long.

I was correct. It wasn’t more than another few minutes before it hit me again.

As I was brought over the edge for the third time that night, I brought him with me.

He collapsed into me, and just lay there as I ran my hands lightly up and down his back.

“That was definitely unexpected.” I said, before drifting off into a light slumber.

Just before I lost all consciousness I head him say, “but nice, all the same.”


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