blackheart ➵ m. clifford

➵ ten

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➵michael

The second her hips sank back into mine, I was gone. My chest was rumbling with moans that would fall as whimpers, and my bones were igniting and burning to mush with every stroke of the rounds of her ass against my front. Her fingers were in my hair and she was keening with every grip of my fingers on her thighs, clawing at the flesh until I was sure there were bruises. I didn’t know what had come over me, but there was this sudden want for Jett that I’d never felt before, and fuck, it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

That porcelain throat of hers looked so perfect for my lips, the thought of licking my own purpling artwork into her skin becoming clearer and clearer with every second I stared at her. My teeth grazed across her skin, my breaths shallow as I nipped at the lobe of her ear, tracing the shell with the tip of my nose so that my Princess could hear how much she was breaking me. I was a fucking slave to her every wish and want and I was the same fucking peasant from that night in the summer.

Gentle rolls of her hips morphed into desperate juts as we gripped at each other, our clothes creasing and our skin flushing red as the room got hotter and hotter. Her snowy hair that had once been straight was wavy from the sweat that seeped from our pores, and the colour I had painted on her cheeks was smearing to reveal the crystalline ivory beneath.

Her eyelids fluttered open to reveal a river of honey in her irises, ringed with the richest of chocolate that was as fucking beautifully mesmerizing that I couldn’t bear to tear my gaze away from them. They were pools of gold behind pale lashes painted dark, her pupils dancing under the lights of yellow and blue and red. She was so intoxicating.

She let out a soft, heart-thundering gasp  as I pulled her hips back into mine and kept them there, my teeth coming down to bite softly on the flesh behind her ear, licking and sucking on the skin until my own little masterpiece burned red on her neck. A mewl made my ears twitch, and her fingers tangled in the shorter pieces of hair at the back of my neck to pull me closer.

And that was what I thought about for hour after hour, her whimpers in my ear and her hips against mine, and she clouded my thoughts through lesson after lesson. My attention was on the memories in my brain and I could barely be shaken from my reverie. I was so enamoured.

“Michael.”

The sharp, venomous and thoroughly sarcastic tone of Mr. Hay pierced my thoughts, my head lifting off my fist and turning to look past everyone else in the room. His head was tilted in that stupidly sarcastic way he probably thought was intimidating but definitely was not, and he had a sly grin on his face that couldn’t have been more patronising if he tried.

David Hay was a lanky man, nearing the mid-range of six foot, with thinning salt and pepper hair and frameless glasses that perched on his slightly wonky nose. He wore the same black button down every day, left open to reveal a grey shirt that matched the socks you could see underneath his short-leg jeans, and a pair of bulky black DC’s adorned his abnormally small feet. He was the absolute definition of a bag of mashed assholes.

David Hay was number two in the list of people I wanted to kill before I turned forty.

Justin Bieber was number one.

“The information isn’t out the window. It just isn’t.” He spoke heavily, staring at me from his side of the room before lifting his hand. “Come here.”

I let out a breathy sigh. I just wanted to sit in the corner and think about Jett and her hips and her lips and the sounds she made and how she smelled and I wanted to paint the river of her irises and write music that I could only pray would meet the standards of a Princess. I felt like the bass still pounded in the soles of my feet and I swear I could feel the ghosts of her hands in my hair. Memories of the languid licks I left across the canvas of her skin was enough to make my heart rate spike, and the room suddenly ten times hotter than it had been a second ago.