The Bad Boys Club

Part 16

I slowly run my hand up and down Ronnie's back. He was fast asleep, relaxing over me. I couldn't help but think about his father. I had only heard Ronnie mention him once. 

Suddenly Ronnie grunts in his sleep. I slightly look down at his face that was laying against my chest. His eyes clench and he lets out a soft growl.

I hold in my laughter. I had never seen him sleep before. And he was a vivid dreamer. I run my fingers through his hair to see his reaction. His eyes unclench and he takes in a short, deep breath.

"Awe"I chuckle quietly to myself.

I continue taking my fingers through his hair for quite some time. So long that I forget I'm doing it at some points.

Suddenly he moans. My eyes widen and I halt my movements.

"Sam.."he moans angelically.

I blush as he groans his hands clenching at my sheets. Trying not to laugh, I gently tug at his hair. He releases another angel like moan and begins to wake up.

I fall limp, pretending to be asleep as he lifts his head. He looks at his watch and huffs before getting up. He stretches and pops his back. But I was more interested in the throbbing erection he had that was constricted by his jeans.

I blush again as he undies his belt and button, and then drops his pants. Leaving him only in his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

I silently chuckle as he crawls back into my bed behind me, pulling me close. I feel his hardon pressing against me and I begin to get excited.

"What were you dreaming about?"I ask, making him jump at the sound of my voice.

"You scared me"he says into a yawn.

"I scared you?" I question, moving my hips against his erection.

He lets out a muffled groan into the back of my head and smile.

"We have to be up for school in an hour."he huffs, pressing his lips to my shoulder.

I move my hips again.

"Mhm?"I say.

He lets out a shaky breath.

"I was dreaming about you, in the car yesterday."he says.

I shift to were I was sitting in top of him, grinding against him.

"I heard you say my name."I tease.

"Mhm"he grunts, gripping my hips.

"Want to recreate your dream, Ronnie?"I question seductively.

He chuckles.

"I don't think we can."he says as he sits up.

"Why not?"I ask as I slowly fall into my back.

"Because. In my dream, you were biting my neck, drinking my blood as I fucked you."he says seductively into my ear.

I get chills at the thought. He interlocks his fingers with mine, holding my hands against the mattress and smiling.

"I bet you'd like that though, wouldn't you? Having the roles reversed in that scenario?"he says, his lips brushing against my jugular.

My breathing hitches, and I turn my head as he presses tender kisses against my jugular. I bite my lip as I feel his fangs brushing against neck.

He chuckles as I shiver under his touch.

"Maybe one. A nibble? A soft munch?"his hands travel under my shirt, exposing my stomach.

"A bite to eat?"

I jump as he presses his lips to my stomach.

"The muscle tissue on the human body, especially here on the stomach and ribs, are some of the most sensitive"he whispers.

He presses his lips to my ribs and I jump again. He begins kissing a line down my stomach and I shiver under his touch.

Suddenly, my doorknob turns. I jump at the sound and quickly sit up.

"Hide!"I demand.

He quickly gets up, running to my closet and closing himself in.

"Samantha? Why is the door locked?"my mom calls.

I quickly open the door and smile.

"What's up?"I ask.

"Your brother wants you to help him get ready, don't fall asleep again. I made pancakes"she smiles.

"Yep, yep. Be right down."I smile nervously.

She walks away and I close the door. I walk over to the closet and open it. Ronnie wasn't there. I make a confused face and begin searching the closet.

"Behind you."he says.

I jump, covering my mouth before I could scream.

"I swear to God!"I say, hitting him in the shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm sneaky."he shrugs.

"Okay, here's the plan. You go out the window and get a chance of clothes, then come back to the front door and knock."I say.

"Will I get pancakes if I do?"he asks, folding his arms.

"Would you rather have me rip all the tattoos off your body?"I ask, folding my arms as well.

"Okay, leaving."he says, walking over to the window.

I chuckle and roll my eyes.