RILEY
Let me tell you something.
Iâd only been kissed once before in my life, and I thought that was how a kiss was supposed to feel.
But this... Tristan kissing me, his lips brushing softly against mine, as if he was waiting for me to deepen the kiss, only made me want him more.
This was exactly what a kiss was supposed to feel like.
My eyes widened in shock at first, but then I felt fireworks explode inside me and I wanted more.
I didnât care that I was kissing my enemy.
I didnât care that he was a player.
All I wanted was to grab his shirt and deepen the kiss. So thatâs what I did.
Maybe it was the drink Iâd had earlier, or maybe it was just me; I had no idea why I was kissing him back.
Tristan wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me steady, while his other hand cupped my face, nibbling on my lower lip.
~Wow! Is this what a real kiss feels like?~
I let out a soft moan as he deepened the kiss, making me wet in an instant. He slipped his tongue inside, exploring every inch of my mouth.
God, I hoped he was feeling the same way.
âFuck, Iâve wanted to do this for so long,â he groaned against my lips. I blinked in surprise.
~Wait, he wanted to kiss me?~
He pulled me closer, his lips trailing from my chin to my neck. I bit my lip to hold back my moans.
~Sweet baby Jesus!~
This was pure bliss, and it was just a kiss.
I wondered what it would feel like to have sex with him.
God, alcohol was giving me such dirty thoughts.
We were both lost in each other as Tristan placed wet kisses on my neck, sucking and nibbling.
Thatâs when I felt something poking my stomach, and I realized it was his hard-on.
~Tristan Harris is hard because of me?~
âYou feel that, Adams?â he whispered against my skin. I let out a small whimper as he brushed his dick against the lower part of my dress.
My entire body was on fire; I wanted to push myself against his dick so badly.
âGod, I want you so bad, Adams.â
This was all happening way too fast.
I didnât know what came over me, but I suddenly came to my senses and realized what we were doing. I cleared my throat and pushed him away.
Tristan looked at me, puzzled, as I wiped my mouth and fixed my hair.
âUmm...IâI should go,â I stuttered in panic. I opened the door to rush out before he could reply and ran downstairs to find Lucy.
I wanted to go home and clear my mind.
âLucy!â I yelled when I saw her making out with Andrew. She didnât even hear me; they were both lost in each other.
~Ugh!~
I walked through the crowd and tapped Andrewâs shoulder. They both pulled away, finally noticing me.
âRiley, where have you been, girl?â Lucy slurred. I immediately understood that they were drunk out of their minds.
âIâm gonna head home. Iâll text you once I get there, okay?â I said. She let go of Andrew immediately.
âI can come with you. Is everything alright?â she asked, concern lacing her tone.
I shook my head. âNo, Iâm just feeling really tired. Iâll get a cab. You guys have fun.â I smiled and hugged her.
âAre you sure?â
âYeah, and please use protection,â I teased, earning a chuckle from Andrew behind us.
Soon I was out of the house, a gush of cold air hitting my face. It felt good against my skin, and I took a deep breath to calm my raging nerves.
I called a cab and waited outside on the lawn, wanting to reach home as soon as possible.
***
âYouâre home early,â my dad commented as soon as I walked inside our house.
âI was feeling exhausted. Iâm just going to head upstairs and rest,â I replied in a tired voice as I made my way toward my room.
âAre you alright, sweetheart?â he asked in a worried tone.
I turned around to give him a smile. âYeah, Dad. Iâm fine. Good night.â
âGood night, sweetheart. Iâm heating up some dinner and leaving it outside your room, just in case you get hungry later,â he called out before I disappeared inside my room.
I fell back on my bed and closed my eyes, thinking about the events of tonight. I touched my lips, which were slightly swollen, and shivered at the memory of my kiss with Tristan.
~When did we go from âready to kill each otherâ to âI want to fuck you right nowâ?~
This was all so unbelievable.
I couldnât believe Tristan Harris wanted to kiss me, and more importantly, that my traitorous body had enjoyed every bit of his sinful touch, that Iâd wanted more.
He was bad, so bad for me, but Iâd never felt this way toward anyone. It scared me.
No matter how good it felt, he was a player and I wasnât going to be another game to him.
I decided to end this before it could go any further. I typed the words out on my phone.
Riley
This is over. Iâm done teaching you.
My fingers hovered over the send button for a few seconds before I squeezed my eyes and hit send.
This was the right thing to do. I could get another student or work extra time at the library to earn money, right?
I put my phone on silent and threw it aside.
After changing out of my clothes into comfy PJs, I got into bed, but kept twisting and turning, thinking about how I was going to face Tristan at school on Monday.
My mind kept replaying that kiss over and over again, completely ruining my sleep that night.
It had been pretty hot indeed.
Now I could see why Lucy wanted me to get laid so badly.