Caught

Have I ever mentioned that I like thick girls? 😕😕😕...

Huh... y'all are sexy. Just putting that out there. Again.

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I apologize for any excessive errors. This one's short, but enjoy.

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At one in the morning, Arthur and I are far from sleepy and the thunderstorm is still live--heavy rain crashes against the roof and the brief flashes through the balcony curtains are followed by the roll of thunder. For hours all we do is talk and snuggle, with a little bit of groping.

Among other things, Arthur had me make a Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, and Twitter. For what? I don't really know. He asked me if I had any social media and I hadn't. I never went on social media because I know I'd get a lot of hate. I heard all the things that go on on there and I don't want to be a part of it. Tonight is where that stops apparently.

Scrolling through Instagram, watching in fascination as my notifications blow up. I kept getting followers after Arthur gave me a 'shout out'. He'd taken an off guard picture of me and caption it, "Follow my ride or die. She's new to this. Show her some love. Not too much love tho!" I didn't know he took my picture until I saw that I was tagged in it. Thankfully he only got my top half in the picture and because I was on my stomach, my braless boobs were out of the picture too.

Arthur is my first follower, obviously. I lost count of all the others after that. I go to my profile and see that I'm almost at five hundred followers. I get that it's the weekend but what are these people doing up this late? Aren't weekends for sleeping?

I bob my head as No Pressure by Justin Bieber play from the speakers. The people I follow have been posting photos and they all seem to be at a party. It may not be at the same party but they're partying alright. I scroll past one selfie then back up to stare at it.

Arthur, who has his head resting on my butt while scrolling on his phone, thought it would be cool to take a selfie. With his head.resting.on.my.butt. I can't stop staring. My butt is on the internet. That's all going through my head. Despite mostly being covered by his T-shirt, I can still see the curve outline.

"Arthur?"

"Hmm?"

"My ass is on the internet!" What if my parents see it? The panic starts to set in, my breathing coming in short, fast puffs. My dad will kill me!

Arthur scrambles up and a second later his muscled body lines up with mine, pressing me into the mattress. He's heavy but in a soothing way.

"Grace." He moves my hair over my shoulder and tangles his hand in my curls, but I'm too out of it. I kept staring at the picture and imagining what my parents would say, what God is saying. The disappointment. "Gorgeous?" He kisses my cheek and lets his lips brush back and forth against my skin, leaving a burning trail. "I'll take it down." With that, I'm somewhat calmer. "Okay?" He presses a soft kiss behind my ear this time.

Nodding, I let out a relieved breath. "Okay."

He chuckles, a low deep sound that vibrates against my back, and says, "I can't believe you just said ass." My face heats up. "I'm a bad influence on you."

"Mhm." I listen to my slowing heartbeat and his even breaths.

Once I'm calm, the first thing that comes to my mind is Arthur's body on mine. Every single part of him. One... area more prominent than others. I try not to squirm, taking a deep breath to keep my heart from going haywire again.

"Look what I found," Arthur says in my ear and brings his phone in front of me. He unlocks it, uncaring that I saw his password, and starts scrolling through his search feed. He stops on a video and my eyes widen. It's from today when Arthur and me were walking--specifically when he was carrying me across the street. It had a caption above it, "They're so cute", with different emojis. Plus some really nosey people in the comments.

"Oh my God," I groan and bury my face in the pillows. Arthur's laughing as he watches the video while my embarassment sends my face up in flames. I lift my head hesitantly.

"There are others too," Arthur says. "Like the one in the supermarket when you kissed my eye." His voice is that deep baritone again and his lips brush against my temple.

Do these people not have anything better to do?

"But I won't show you those since you're uncomfortable. You'll see it yourself." He throws down his phone carelessly and takes up mine. "Hmmm. Let's see..." He trails off, scrolling through my Instagram. Seconds later and, "Who the fuck is this?"

"Arthur." I shake my head disapprovingly but look at the phone anyway. There's a tan guy with dark hair and stunning blue eyes on the screen. "Woah," I mutter. "I don't know. You should." I continue to stare, and without thinking I'm voicing my thoughts. "Does he even go to our school? He's so ho-" Before I can finish my statement, Arthur's hand in my hair tightens and tugs, making me let out a surprised squeak.

"Grace? Baby?" He says lowly. He presses his lips to my neck and I shudder. It's so violent I know he feels it. "So we're talking about other people now?" My breath catches before coming out shorter when he bites a spot on my neck and kisses it tenderly. "Answer me." Somehow he manages to keep his voice even--gentle in a way even though his actions are the exact opposite.

"N-No." My body is hot and places are throbbing that never throbbed.

"Just to make sure." He takes my earlobe between his teeth, tugging at it.

A deep sensual sound comes from my chest and I push my hips back, grounding against the hardness I feel through the thin fabric of his joggers. I groan and do it again, losing all control of my thoughts and movements as desire drove me. He groans, a gruff gutteral sound that sends light flitting down my body. His hot lips and tongue move along my neck, his hand still in my hair and tilting my head back and to the side.

"Keep it down in here, would you?"

I freeze, and so does Arthur. Only he lets out a loud frustrated groan this time and lifts his head from my neck, leaving my skin exposed to the cool air.

"Get out," he snaps at Andrea, not even caring that he's being rude.

My face land against the pillows again, embarrassed to the point where I think I might die.

Andrea doesn't seem to care what she saw either. When she responds there's only humor and amusement in her voice, "Having a great night, Grace?"

"Get the fuck out!"

Andrea only laughs, then a second later the door clicks and I assume she's gone.

Arthur releases a harsh breath, pressed his lip to my shoulder then rolls to the side. I over to see him laying next to me on his back with his eyes close.

"Sorry," he says, turning his head to me and opening his eyes. "She just wanted to get back at me. Besides," He reaches over to brush my hair away from my face, "I did promise a night with clothes on." His gaze moves down to my neck and he smirks then meets my eyes again.

Feeling a little braver, I move over closer, throwing my leg over his torso and snuggle into his side. "Yeah, well... that's what you get," I mumble.

He merely chuckles and brings an arm around my back. He runs his hand down my spine until his palm is resting on my naked butt, raking his fingers across my skin. It honestly doesn't even bother me anymore. His other hand runs back and forth along my thigh resting on him.

Out of nowhere, he swears under his breath, making me crane my head back to look at him in confusion.

I follow his gaze down our bodies and almost choke on nothing. I pressed my fingers against my mouth to stop from laughing. Blushing, I bite my lip at the bulge at his crotch.

"Just, uhh... ignore that." His fingers grasp my chin gently and directs my gaping eyes back up, burying my face in his neck. That's when my laughter bubbles out of me. Still, I can't help when my eyes wonder back down. "Gorgeous," he says knowingly. I giggle even though a blush coats my cheeks. Not like he can see it that well anyway with the dim lights.

"I wasn't," I lie, placing an open palm on his hard chest and pulling back to look at him again.

"Mhmm. Sure you weren't." He chuckles, his hand raising to play with the tendrils of curls framing my face.