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“I think you have, because damn girl, you look hot.” One hand ran down my thigh. “Maybe the others are right.”
I raised an eyebrow. “About?”
“Having a thing for teachers.” Dion's eyes twinkled. “Or maybe it's just I have a thing for you.” The tips of his fingers caught the hem of the camel coloured pencil skirt I was wearing and started to drag it upwards. “Now, back to what I was saying a minute ago. Why aren't you naked, future Mrs Granger?”
Laughing, I threw my head back. “Because you keep talking, Dion. I could have been naked by now if…” My words died. A moan replaced them as his lips fell onto my left breast. He kissed downwards as his other hand pushed my skirt upwards. His tongue lapped at the neckline to swirl under my bra and tease the very edge of my nipple.
“Ok, I have a new rule for you,” he mumbled against my flesh. I didn't bother asking him what it was. I was too busy enjoying the feel of his hot mouth on my cold skin. “No clothes are to be worn in the apartment.”
“You're wearing clothes,” I reminded him.
“Well,” he straightened, the mischievous light back in his eyes, “that can be rectified. I want to lead by example, after all.” As quick as lightning, the grey sweatpants were pushed down his legs, and he stepped out of them with a grin. Standing naked, proud and unashamed in front of me, Dion smirked as my eyes darted down to stare at the way his cock stood to attention, curving to his belly button. I licked my lips before I could help myself.
“You can touch it if you like?”
I did want to touch him. More than touch if I was honest with myself. Dion was a piece of art, and I wanted to explore his body all night long.
“Too slow.” Suddenly, he was in front of me. My skirt split with a tearing sound as he lifted me. “I don't think you realise how long I've waited already, Lola. Teasing me with your sultry little looks. I need more. I want more.” His lips tasted my jaw. “And tonight I'm going to get more.”
“My skirt.” Truthfully, I wasn't really thinking about my now ruined skirt. But it was the first thing out of my mouth. My brain was too busy thinking about what he had just said to formulate anything else.
“I'll buy you a new one, and new panties.” Walking towards the living room, his lips descended on mine over and over again.
“Panties.” My ponytail swung with every step he took. “Why do I need new panties? Those aren't ripped.”
We fell onto the sofa together, but he caught himself before he could crush me. Heaving himself up on one forearm, he grinned down at me.
“Yet,” he corrected me. “They aren't rippedyet.”
As if to prove his point, his had delved down between our bodies. Fingers brushed against my panties, rubbing me until I was a squirming mess under him. I couldn't help myself. He cupped me over them, his thumb playing over my clit, which was screaming out for more. I need skin to skin contact. More specifically, his against mine, slippery with sweat as he used my body in the way only he could. “These have to go.” With one yanking motion, the flimsy panties gave way.
“Hey, I liked those ones. I–”
“Shut up, Lola.”
I should have been offended by his words, but I couldn't be. Not when he was kissing his way down my body. I followed his progress, lifting my head to watch him, and he never took his eyes from me. Hooking my knees over his shoulders, he made an appreciative sound in the back of his throat. “You can keep the boots on.”
The words had barely left his mouth before his tongue was parting me, darting in and out of me in long wet licks that opened me for him to explore further. I relaxed, falling back onto the sofa cushions with a sigh of pure happiness.
“Dion!” A loud pounding hammered on the door, followed by laughter. Loud, rambunctious laughter. “I'm coming in! Make sure you have pants on,” Tate's voice boomed.
Shrieking, I tried to push Dion off me. If Tate came in and saw us like this, we would never hear the end of it. It was bad enough that my brother had caught us in a compromising position. I didn't want to have a repeat performance with the rest of the band as well.
My sudden movement sent us crashing off the sofa and onto the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Dion grunted. I could do nothing but lie there winded and stare up at the ceiling in a daze.
“Well, if you wanted it on the floor, you could've just asked, my love.” Dion heaved himself upwards, reaching a hand down to help me climb to my feet. “I'm going to find out what he wants before he breaks the door down.”
“Dion, your clothes. You can't go out there like that.”
He winked. “Want to bet?”
Scrambling up, I positioned one of the sofa cushions over the remnants of my ruined skirt and panties. Not that it would hide what we had clearly been doing if anyone actually came in, but at least it gave me a little modesty. A very little.
“What do you want?” Dion's voice carried from the front door. Tiptoeing over, I peeked around the door frame. Dion stood there totally unabashed about his nakedness in front of Tate and Erik.
“Party, tonight. For you and Lola.” Tate was bouncing on the toes of his Nikes. He reminded me of an overgrown, excited, blond puppy.
“Engagement party, so we can celebrate,” Erik added. “I–”
