Just as I am about to giggle, he captures my lips again, and as we resume the feral kiss, he carries me up the grand staircase.
When we reach his huge, dimly lit bedroom, he does not waste any time lowering me onto his soft bed and laying his big body on top of mine. As soon as he grinds his solid cock against my aching pussy, I break off the kiss with a gasp from the sensation. As we peer into each other's stormy eyes, he murmurs against my tingling lips.
“We don't have to do anything you don't fucking want to. I did just want to hang out until you kissed me like that, and now I can't help but want to eat your cunt for dinner.”
I feel nervous suddenly since I have never done anything intimate with a guy before, let alone a guy like Chaos. What if I cannot live up to his expectations? He must sense my nervousness because he draws back to get a better glance at my face.
“You've never even done that before?”
I swallow hard before shaking my head gently, knowing that I must be entirely truthful with him. His eyes remain relaxed, not giving anything away as they sweep across my features until he completely withdraws, at which point I rise to my elbows and observe him retrieve his phone from his pants. He places the phone to his ear before looking at me and raising his chin.
“What pizza do you eat?”
“Pepperoni.”
My eyes follow his every move as he strolls around ordering food while casually smoking his joint and once he is done, he tosses his phone on the bed beside me. As he stands by my feet, he starts a conversation seemingly to calm my nerves.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
He gives a nod, not fazed at all by the obvious age gap.
“You are twenty-eight, right?”
He now gives a small head shake in response.
“Almost. It’s my birthday next weekend.”
My eyebrows raise in surprise.
“Are you doing anything special for it?”
He shrugs his big shoulders before reaching for the remote on his bedside table.
“Same shit every year. Dinner with my family, and then I suppose everyone will throw me a big fucking party that I will be mentally drained from for a couple of days after.”
I offer a soft smile as I respond.
“You have a lot of people around you that clearly care about you.”
He raises an eyebrow, casually taking a big drag on his joint.
“If you can call it caring.”
I look at him confused, cocking my head to the side and he continues while pointing the remote at his huge TV on the wall.
“You can be around thousands of friends and family, yet not one of them actually gives a fuck. The only ones I genuinely trust are Reign and Cody.”
I study him, carefully taking in his words.
“And your family?”
He inhales deeply, not looking my way, scrolling through Netflix.
“Family is just a bunch of people who you're forced to grow up with, fucking be around and can never get away from.”
My eyebrows arch again, realizing he must have trust issues, or something has happened to him involving his family that has surely made him this way. When he finally turns something on, he places the remote down again before glancing my way and lifting his chin.
