Dear Bad Boy || Ransom Drysdale

Lying in bed drifting in and out of dreamy haziness, I am startled by a tapping on my bedroom window, what the hell? I get out of bed, stumbling in the darkness of the room, "ouch! For fucks sake!" Stubbing my toe on the dresser by my window.
The faint tapping continues, and my heart pounds as I pull the blind up slowly, revealing a hooded figure sitting on the sill of my window.
"Drysdale, you know this is inappropriate right?" I slide open my window, heart fluttering at the sight of him.
He slithers through the gap, pulling down his hood.
"Shut up. I need a place to crash." He starts taking off his sneakers and hoodie, exposing his toned athletic torso.
"Ransom, you can't stay here again. If my dad finds you here we're both dead." I whisper in a hushed exasperated tone.
I toss his hoodie and shoes back at him as he sits on the edge of my bed. Licking his lips he smiles arrogantly at me, causing my entire body to vibrate.
I'm unsure if its the fear of being caught, or the desire to be ridden into the sunset by him, but my hands shake violently. I want him to go but at the same time, I am enthralled by the thrill of him. I can't get him out of my head.

"I'll be outta here by morning, it wasn't a problem on Wednesday." He smirks
I heave a defeated sigh, "my dads home this weekend. And I thought it was a one off, Ransom!" My heart shudders inside my chest.
"Listen," he stands up, walking towards me towering intimidatingly above, with each step closer I take a step away, eventually falling into my dresser, knocking over perfume and picture frames. I turn around to stop them from crashing any louder, bracing their fall.

I feel him pressed against my back, "Stop whining bitch, you wont even know I'm here." his hot breath lingers in my ear. His nose runs along my ear lobe, before nestling in my messy hair, I feel his tongue trace my neck, sending shivers up my spine, my clit throbs beneath my jersey shorts.
"Ransom?" My voice quivers in pleasurable anticipation.
He kisses the nape of my neck, "Mhmm?" Thrusting himself forward his stiff bulge parting my butt cheeks.
His hand reaches round, sliding inside my tank top cupping my breast, massaging it firmly, pinching my nipple between his thumb and index finger.
I involuntarily throw my head back resting it on his chest, he brings his mouth down to my shoulder biting firmly, grinding himself against my back.
"You want this." Ransom nibbles my earlobe.
Yes I want this.
Still manipulating my nipple, he takes his free hand sliding it down inside my shorts, reaching between my legs, parting my dripping slit with his fingers, rubbing along my clit gently, swirling two thick digits around in my juices, "uhh..." I let out a sordid moan, his fingers slide out of my cunt and he brings them to his mouth tasting me, thrashing them violently back into my nook, flicking my clit and rubbing my entrance, only entering ever so slightly.
He pulls out his fingers, bringing them up to my mouth, forcing me to taste myself, a hungry groan escapes my lips...
"Beg for it." He whispers in my ear.
I squeak, famished. Imagining his hardened cock pumping me, "p...please..." I moan as he edges his fingers further inside my tight cunt, my walls grip in pleasure.

A knock at the door causes him to retract abruptly, "everything okay in there? I thought I heard banging."
"Sure dad, I just stubbed my toe g...going to the bathroom." Stumbling over the words as I pant in fear and pleasure.
"Alright...try to be more careful." His irritated voice muffled slightly, my heart stops as I hear him hovering outside the door.
I hold my breath in panicked anticipation.
He could walk in here and find us together, and when I say he'd kill us, I'm not even joking.
Dads footsteps pace down the hall as he leaves.
I can breathe again, and Ransom can finish what he started.
I turn to look for him.
"Ransom?"
The window slides shut as he disappears into the darkness.