When I got home from school, I went to the kitchen and got some grape juice from the fridge. I thought about getting a glass, but there wasn’t much juice left, so I just brought the entire carton back to my room. When I got to my room, I found Jared on my bed reading my 50 Shades of Grey book.
“What the hell are you reading?” I asked dropping my schoolbag to the floor. He looked over the book, “a Book.”
I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for sarcasm, “I meant: why are you reading 50 Shades of Grey?”
“Sex is hot.” He said returning to the book.
“I’m taking a shower.” I muttered and went to the bathroom.
I hoped the shower would make me feel a little better, but it didn’t.
I went back to my room to start my homework, while Jared continued to read the book.
“Move your feet.” I said to Jared, so I could sit down on my bed. Taking out my history book, I began to read the pages my teacher told us to read.
A few boring paragraphs later, I felt Jared sit behind me and start massaging my shoulders. I closed my book, shoving it to the floor.
“That feels really good.” I said enjoying the feel of Jared’s hands working out the knots in my shoulders and back.
“Tell me what’s bothering you.” He said softly and placed kisses from my shoulder to my neck.
“It’s nothing.” I said simply.
“Then why are you so tense? “He said in my ear. The feel of his hot breath on my neck, sent chills up my spine. “I’m fine.” I sighed in content.
His hands slid down my sides and gripped my hips. He sat back against the headboard, pulling me against his body. I sat between his legs with my head rested on his shoulder.
“How old are you?” He asked.
“Today’s my birthday; I’m seventeen.” I answered.
“If it’s your birthday, why are you so upset?” He asked, running the back of his hand down my cheek.
“Everyone forgot.” I said looking away.
“How about I make it up to you?” I turned my head up to look at him, “How?” An evil smile made its way across his lips.
He pressed his lips to mine with our lips parting instantly and our tongues fighting for dominance. One of his hands slipped up the back of my shirt and unhitched my bra. OK, I can handle that. I pulled my arms out of the straps, taking it off all together, and tossing it to the floor. His hand moved up my stomach slowly and grabbed my breast, squeezing it a little roughly. I groaned into his mouth, kissing him harder. His free hand moved over my stomach, down to my twat, where he started to rub and grab.
I gasped and pulled away, breathing hard, “What are you doing?”
“Just relax.” He said in year. My heart started to pound in my chest as his hand went down the front of my sweatpants; His fingers rubbed small circles at my entrance.
“Wow...” I breathed out as aware of heat went through my body.
“Where are your parents?”
“Gone for the weekend.”
“Good.” He sneered as two of his fingers plunged into my body.
“Oh! Oh my god!” I cried out.
For now, his fingers moved slowly and it was driving me crazy. My back arched and my hands gripped the bed sheets.
“Ah… Jesus!” I moaned loudly as he moved his fingers in and out in a faster pace.
“Wrong name...” He growled in my ear and his fingers came to a halt; I was so close. My hips bucked forward, trying to feel something and finish what Jared started. I’m assuming he noticed my need as his teeth nipped my neck and fingers started moving faster than before.
“Jared!” I cried as I reached my climax.
He kissed my cheek, “Happy Birthday.”