Psych Me Out
Dreamy627
romance
romance
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Stella Lockhart is a beautiful girl who often got made fun of through her childhood for her darker tastes in things. Her parents were addicts of sorts and people picked at her forc...22. Daze
Stella Lockhart
We ate, his eyes on me for the most part and I just took a deep breath, trying not to focus too hard.
He finished before me, sitting back, crossing his arms over his chest.
I looked up and his eyes were pinned on my chest, my throat, my mouth.
"What?" I whispered.
He licked over his lips.
"Nothing." He shrugged.
"Liar." I mumbled.
I continued, my stomach swarmed in anxious butterflies.
"Stop looking at me like that." I frowned.
"Like what?"
"That." I pointed to his face with my fork.
He sighed.
"It's not my fault you look good." He answered.
"But you're being weird." I said.
"Poor thing, am I being weird or is it turning you on?" The corners of his lips lifted.
I took another bite.
"That's what I thought."
He paid while I was eating.
"Drink this." He handed me his glass of water.
"But-"
"For me?" He whispered.
I frowned.
But I drank half of it, finishing my food.
Then sipped on it as she brought back his card.
"Have a good night."
"You as well." I smiled.
He stood and offered me his hand as I stood.
I took it and we left to his car.
He opened the door for me and I got in.
He handed me the cash, the bag sitting in my lap.
He pulled my feet onto his lap when he was seated.
"Anything else you'd like before I take you home, darling?" He asked.
I chewed my cheek.
"No, I'm really full." I patted my stomach and he smiled slightly.
His fingers drug up and down my calves as he drove to my apartment.
He helped me from the car, walking me to my door with his arm around my waist.
I opened the door and let him in as I shut it.
He leaned down, undoing the buckles of my heels, pulling them off my feet, feeling my heels.
"No blisters." I said.
He hummed, standing, "I know I'm not as... spontaneous as the others, but I promise to work on that." His hands grabbed my waist.
I laughed.
"It's just fine. I had a good night and am shockingly good at gambling." I looked at the bag of cash I had.
He grabbed it, setting it on the island.
"I'll teach you Texas Hold 'Em and Black Jack next." He smirked and I laughed.
"I'm not so good with cards."
"You never know till you try." He kissed my cheek, pulling me closer to him by my waist and I swear the girl inside of me was screaming into her pillow right now.
"True. Who knows, I may be better than you at that too." I teased.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Stella, my darling." He murmured, eyes on my lips before finding my eyes once more.
I sighed. "I'll try not to."
I leaned up on my tip toes, his arm around the small of my back, my body arching into him.
I leaned in, our lips so close.
He took a sharp inhale as I brushed my lips over his.
His other hand was in my hair and I pulled back a bit.
I smiled, tracing his lips with my tongue.
He cursed, sick of my teasing as he pulled me to him, his lips crashing into mine.
I moaned, breathless as he devoured me, holding me against him completely with no way to escape.
My heart raced as he bit my lip a bit too hard, making me gasp.
He hummed, deepening it, having complete control over my body and reactions.
He pulled back for a second, pecking me. One more.
Another.
"My god Stella." He cursed.
I looked at his face, it was red, heated.
"Thank you for tonight." I whispered.
"Of course." He backed away gently, wiping his jaw in a stressing manner.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. You're just giving me a run for my money. And sanity." He shook his head.
I smiled.
"Hopefully not in a bad way?"
"No. Not at all. I'll see you soon, darling." He kissed my knuckles before leaving.
I stood there, a bit dazed but very satisfied.