#bobbysmut

Foreword

“I wonder how do your lips feel like” That was the sudden question that Bobby whispered out of the nowhere. Question? It was more like a statement. That made you even more nervous.

“H-huh?” Your mind went blank. Probably you didn’t hear it right. Or he was playing with words. At least he was playing with you, for sure.  

Just two minutes ago both of you were standing in your bed, his body in your arms, while your hands were caressing his back through the thin material of his black shirt, tangling your fingers in his hair, talking about what a beautiful and inspiring person he was to you, and now, his head wasn’t burried in your chest anymore, and his eyes were staring at your lips, like they were his next victim.

“Yah, what are you saying? Are you crazy or something? Did i compliment you too much? At least you are not crying anymore. I hate seeing you like that, you know…” and you lightly hit his arm, joking, trying to brush away his comment. The problem was that, his eyes weren’t leaving the softness of your lips, like he was already devouring them with his mind.

“Why. Did i surprise you? You are talking so beautifully about me. I couldn’t look away from your lips. I always wondered how do they feel. They look so soft” and his long index finger was contouring your bottom lip. Did he perhaps say that he “always wondered”? That can’t be right. You are best friends ever since. He is messing with you for sure.

“Yeah, sure. Are you coming up with these lines, or you are using them with every girl that you meet at the corner of-” Silence.  

Acually it wasn’t silance at all, because you could feel your hearbeat, and hear it. In your ears, booming like fireworks. The fact that you weren’t able to talk wasn’t enough to make your mind shut up for sure, because right now, an explosion of ideas, questions, adrenaline, nervousness, and happiness was spreading through your whole body. It wasn’t just your imagination. His lips were really brushing against yours, in a tender way, as softly as he could’t, trying not to make you panick, but enough to make you shut up. It was like, the world stoped spinning.

“Just as I tought. Soft and sweet” you could feel his words and hot breath on your lips. He was too close. And he was becoming too dangerous. You were so shocked that you didn’t even move. Your body was frozen, not moving an inch.

“What? Did i surprise you?” How could he be that calm when 2 hours ago he came in your door, with blood on his cheek and bruises all over his face? He cried. You both did it. You talked about everything and nothing at the same time, and all of a sudden, he kissed you, like nothing happened. Of course he surprised you. You never thought that he would actually do such a thing to you, his best friend.

“Why aren’t you talking? I was too bold? You didn’t want that?” That was a trap. Of course you wanted it. Actually you wanted more. You didn’t had the time to understand what was happening, so you felt like you had no memory of how his lips felt like.

“If you didn’t then tell me. And i'won’t do it anymore” You were already bitting your lips. The situation was so messy that you weren’t even able to think properly. But right when you were trying to formulate an answer in your head, you felt that familiar feeling on your bottom lip. And not only there. In the corner of your mouth too. That wet feeling was stoping you from working like a normal human being. He was so close to you that his scent was already burning your lungs while breathing, because you could feel something inside of you. It was like a flame. A flame that he just light up, when his lips touched yours for the first time. It was a painful desire that you’ve been controlling for years and years. Why was he torturing you like that now? You thought that you were over it. That you won against it. But apparently, you’ve underestimated yourself. And now, everything was turning against you.

“So? How is it? I feel like i am raping you here. Or something? Am i such a bad kisser? Or, my face isn’t that alluring today?” Bastard. He was beautiful. He always was. Even with those purple bruises and cuts that were covering his cheek bones.And he always will be in your eyes.

That was a game. An insane one. But yu knew. Because you knew him better than anyone. When Bobby has in troubles, he tried to keep him and his mind as ocupied as he could. That was the problem. Because you knew that in that moment, you were only a distraction for him. A distraction from his problems, his fears, his family, his worries, and his pain. And you didn’t even know when will this stop, because by now his lips were already traillling wet open mouthed kisses along your cheek, on your jaw, going down, on your neck.

“M? You still don’t like it?”

“No” you barelly managed to say that. You stupid. That was all that you were thinking right now. But even if it was a lie, and you said it out loud, the sensation wasn’t stopping .Actually, was becoming more powerful, making your body feel alive, because now you could feel the weight of his body on yours, and his hand, caressing your sides.

“No? How about now?” and his teeth sincked in the soft, warm skin on your neck, before kissing it one more time, drawing the pattern of a hickey with the colours of a purple sky.  

“I. I don’t.” your mind was saying no, but your body was saying yes, because you turned your head, giving him more access, while your fingers found their way into his dark chocolate hair that was still wet from the shower.

“Mhhh, No?” he raised his head one more time, his curly, long, locks covering his beautiful eyes that made you shiver.

“No” you barely managed to keep those moans for you, that were caused by the view in front on you.

“Good. Then tell me how much you DON’T like it” Even his voice was a torture for your ears, with that whispered, husky tone of his. You wanted to resist him, but your effort was in vain.

 He owned you. He owned you more that you thought. Because now, he wasn’t the only one that was working on that kiss. And the kiss wasn’t soft anymore. He kissed you once, he kissed you twice, starting to move his jaw, untill you got the message, and now, both of you were fighting for dominance, in a game full of lust and desire.

 He made you answer to his moves. He made you crave for his touch. For his lips. For his mouth that was melting on yours, like a sweet poisson. His hand that was touching for the first time the sensitive skin of your tummy wasn’t important anymore. You knew what you wanted. And that was him.