Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart began to  hammer behind my breast. Uncontrollable. Blake  presses his fingers more into the flesh of my waist. 
Heat emanates from the pads of his fingers into  the material of the dress I had chosen to wear until  it reaches my flesh. 
My lower region responds quickly and I feel my  vagina clench in anticipation. I desperately fought  to prevent myself from rubbing my thighs together  to relieve the sudden pleasurable ache. 
“I can’t stop thinking about the way you taste.” He  continues to whisper. The hand that was on my  waist travels down until it was close, almost  touching my inner thigh. 
He was so close, so close to where I really wanted  him to touch. I could feel a sudden bump pressing  into my back. I knew it was his cock and just the  thought of him turned on by me pleases me so  much that a low moan slips out. 
“I can’t stop thinking about the way you  responded. The way you felt. I want more.” He  groans and pushes his front more into me until I  could feel his length. He felt hard, big and long  against my back. My hands itch to touch him  through his jeans. 
My head is clouded with him, I couldn’t think  properly. The hand I was cutting the frog shakes  uncomfortably. 
My eyes dip to stare at his hand that was  dangerously close to my feminine regions. My  breathing comes in rough pants at the sight.Seeing  his big hand close to where I wanted him to touch  suddenly made me feel hot all over. His fingers  were inches away from where I desperately want  him. Just a little more. 
Never would I have thought that Blake and I would  ever be in this position. Yes he always teased me  and made sexual jokes but Blake was always hard  to read. Like now, I didn’t know if he was being  serious or was playing around. But this wasn’t the  same, it was different, too intimate. 
hard bulge pressing on to my back makes  me think otherwise. Maybe he was serious, maybe  Blake 

a sudden  screech from a blonde girl on one of the tables  before us. She seemed to be terrified 
 Someone who wouldn’t be pleased if she saw us in  this position. Guilt crawls in my stomach until it  envelops my entire body. Everyone was right, I  was a slut for making Blake touch me this way  knowing he has a girlfriend. out. Upon  hearing her name 
not like this. Not when  he had a girlfriend. And just by his swift actions of  pulling away from me, I knew he was still with her.  Did you think he’d leave her for you? Just because  you guys kissed? 
“Ley-“ 
my eyes shut. “Just  let’s forget it ever happened.” I breathed out then  opened my eyes back. I could feel his eyes on me,  feel his burning is now heavy 
dog died!” Ryan shouts as  he enters the cla*sroom. He bangs the door hard  enough to have the hinges shake don’t even have 
glaring at Ryan who  interrupted his sleep. “There’s no excuse for  tardiness 
Ryan.” He grumbles in a harsh voice.”  You’ve he missed half the when he spots me. 
 sends me a questioning look. With an awkward  smile I turn away from him. I was embarra*sed  that I would’ve 
Blake sigh beside me but doesn’t try to  speak to me again. Instead he reaches for the  knife and starts cutting up his frog. I didn’t know if  to be disappointed by his 
It was too late to go back to how it  was between us. 
hushed tone to Kiana. I  bite my lip to suppress my laughter. I knew 
“We have to dissect-” Kiana doesn’t get to finish  because Ryan starts hurling directly on the dead  frog. I winced and drop the knife on the table. 
“Shit.” Blake says beside me. 
Another retch from Ryan and I became worried.  Everyone’s attention is on him, including Mr.  Simon who doesn’t look at all pleased. The smell of  vomit is smothering. I strut over to Ryan but  before I could reach beside him Mr. Simon stops  me. 
“No one go near him!” He hisses walking over to  Ryan with a metal trash can. My teeth grit together in anger.” He’s sick, I want  to check if he’s alright.” I say through clenched  teeth. Pushing the metal trash can into Ryan’s  hands roughly, Mr. Simon turns to me. 
“He’s fine.” He says then turns to Ryan. “Go to the  nurse.” He urges pushing Ryan slightly. 
Ryan looks up from the trashcan and smiles. “I’m  fine guys jus-” He throws up and starts for the  door. I breathed out an angry breath and head  back over to my table. 
After the door closes behind Ryan, everyone goes  back to their task. I’m left worried about Ryan  while Blake is still beside me. Too close than  necessary. 
I could feel the heat emanating from his body. The  little hairs on his arms brush against my smooth  skin, leaving tingles in its wake. He didn’t have to  really do much to make me weak. 
“We need to talk after cla*s Ley.” Blake says  beside me. He was right, we do need to talk  eventually. But it was time for me to admit that I  was afraid where this conversation would lead to. 
I was afraid I’d succumb to his advances like I  knew I would. So I settled to not answer him and  continue my work. I wasn’t ready and I don’t think  I’ll ever be.