Chapter 15

"What do you mean he's not ready to have sex? Is he gay?" Tamera asks wide-eyed.

The sun is warming us as we sit in the campus' garden, finally enjoying the spring arrival. Small groups of people are scattered around, some already drinking alcohol, smoking, or running around like children. Tamera and I are sitting on a soft red blanket, avoiding the itchy grass.

My fingers are stripping the herb from the ground. "Of course he's not gay, but it's definitely weird, isn't it?" I ask, sighing.

Tamera raises an eyebrow. "I mean, yeah. Did he only tell you that?"

I nod. "Maybe Kevin is just not attracted to me or something."

She snorts, slapping my shoulder. "If Bailey wasn't attracted to you, he wouldn't have pursued you in the first place. Something is definitely going on, though—Who knows? Maybe he's a virgin, so he's nervous now."

I shake my head. "He's not."

"Then what the fuck is he running away?"

I shrug. "Beats me. What do you think I should do?"

She hums before nodding to herself. "Continue teasing him and see if he keeps pushing you away. If he does, then you must ask him the whole story."

I nod, pushing my braids back. "He's coming to ours tonight to watch a movie. I'll try something there."

"Thank God! I'm seeing Andros tonight, so please don't make your little boyfriend come back early."

I smirk, tilting my head to the side. "I'm not sure. I quite liked interrupting your naughty nights."

She squints her eyes, flipping me off. "Try it, and I'll always be there to interrupt you and Kevin."

I laugh, raising my hands in surrender before we fall into our usual conversation. Tamera is right.

I can't just accept Kevin's request to not have sex without knowing why.

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Liam's small TV is on my table playing Venom. Tom Hardy's rough voice booms in the room. My head rests on Kevin's warm chest as he softly rubs my back. His touch is so light, I get goosebumps every now and then. I love it.

My heart is running a marathon, afraid of Kevin's rejection when I make my move on him. I hope everything goes smoothly. With one last deep inhale, I lift my head to look at him.

His green eyes fall over my dark ones. "What?" he quietly asks.

I swallow a lump. "Nothing. I just felt like staring at you."

He chuckles, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my petite nose. "You're distracting me from the movie if you do that, though."

I shrug, leaning for a quick kiss. I pull away, exchanging a heated gaze with Kevin. Without saying a word, his hand comes to the back of my neck, and he pulls me into another kiss. He bites and gently sucks on my lower lip, making me moan before letting his tongue find mine in my mouth.

Bloody hell, how can he push me away from this? He's definitely ready, so why would he hold back?

His body shifts, hovering over mine. My legs circle his waist as my hands caress the back of his head. There's no way he'll back off.

I roll my hips, begging to feel something that will satisfy my throbbing core. Kevin's bulge comes in contact, and I can't help but shiver when his cold hands slip inside my high-waisted skirt. My breath hitches when his fingers press against my lower lips through my underwear.

"Fuck," Kevin whispers more to himself as he rubs me. My body twitches under his touch, wanting nothing more but to release the constant ache.

I can't keep my voice down, and it's only a light tease. I wonder how the hell am I going to react when we actually do it. Kevin kisses my cheek, going toward my neck as he skillfully pulls my knicker to the side and finally touches my clit.

A sigh of relief leaves my lips, followed by a high-pitched moan when he slides one long finger inside. He pulls away from my neck to look at me. My hooded eyes clouded in lust stare into his wide-eyed ones. I chew on my lower lips as my fingers grasp his shoulders.

"You look so fucking hot right now," he says, speeding his finger coated by my wetness. Pants coming from me fill our ears. I lean my forehead to his shoulder, closing my eyes and enjoying the waves of pleasure he's giving me.

I want to tell him to continue, to go faster, be ruthless and kiss the living shit of me, but only moans get out of my mouth. Kevin groans before sitting on his knees to rip my underwear out and throw it somewhere in my bedroom. His face disappears in-between my legs. My skirt covers the view I dreamed about.

Kevin's hot tongue meets my lower lips, and I am bursting in euphoria. The combination of his tongue and finger makes my hips act out of control. They go at their own pace as my hands hold his face close to my pussy.

Holy shit. I'm about to come if Kev keeps going like that.

"Kev—" I yelp when he sits on his knees, dragging me with him. My bum is in the air, making the skirt roll toward me, and I moan Kevin's name out when my gaze meets his. Green eyes filled with desire and lust are making my legs turn into jello.

Knots form in the pit of my stomach. My legs close, making my feet rest on his shoulders as I twitch, ready to reach my climax. Kevin notices it and speeds up, his tongue a constant pressure against my throbbing clit.

My body starts to convulse on its own, and as my eyes roll back, I finally come. Kevin is holding me in place, not stopping that dangerous tongue as I come undone. Words keep coming out of my mouth like a broken record. A mix of fuck and God are rolling out of my tongue like a mantra.

Only when I come back from my high, do I notice that Kevin has stopped. I blink my eyes a few times, feeling my head spin for a few seconds.

"You know, your orgasm is weird," he says.

"What?" I breathe out as he puts my lower body back down.

"Your twitches are weird but adorable at the same time."

I chuckle, pushing my skirt back down to cover my bare twat. "At least I'm adorable. Now—" I sit up, scooting closer to Kevin. "It's your turn to be weird."

Kevin stops me when I grab his pants. I frown as he shakes his head. "I'm good, don't worry about that."

"You're joking, right?" My eyes narrow at the weird lad.

"I told you I'm not ready."

"And I call bullshit on that. I understand if you don't want to have sex, but a blowjob? Hell, not even a handjob? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The tips of his ears turn red as he passes his hand over his face. "I don't want to lose you yet."

Huh?

"Lose me? What are you talking about? You were my crush for over a fucking year. I should be the one afraid of losing you."

Kevin shakes his head, incredulous of my words. "I can't risk it."

"Yes, you can because you won't lose me."

He hasn't stopped shaking his head up until now. He stands up from the bed, and I grab his wrist, glaring up at him. "Don't you trust me?" I ask. My eyes are shiny with tears.

He sits back down, wiping the couple of tears that have escaped. "I trust you, but I'm the problem, not you."

I stay quiet, not believing in what I'm experiencing. Kevin doesn't want to be touched in any way. Why? Why is he being like this? For how long will this thing go?

I don't say anything or even stop him when he stands up and gets all of his stuff. "I'm sorry," he says.

I scoff. "Just leave before I say something I'll regret later."

I don't even dare to look at his face. Seconds pass by before the sound of my door opening and closing is heard. I lie back down on the bed, hugging my pillow to my face before releasing a muffled scream.

For how long will this continue? 

to be continued...

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