Does This Make Us Pastel-Punk? {Smut with plot, kinda}

Chapter 4.

"God, I didn't think it would be this easy to get to you." He chuckles as he bites the sensitive skin of my neck. "Just some kissing and you're already putty in my hands, are you a virgin or something?"

He chuckles at his own joke as I freeze.
"...Yes.."

"What?" He says confused, but he goes back to my throat, kissing slowly down neck.

"I-I'm a..v-virgin." I whimper, embarrassed. It's not like I don't want to lose my virginity, I've just been too busy with school to try and meet someone to actually date...but I suppose Laster kind of just came to me instead.

Now he's the one who freezes, pulling back from my neck. I shiver as I feel his eyes on me. I carefully peal open my eyes and look back at him. Since I'm a little taller than usual when on his lap, I can look him straight in the eyes now.

"How the fuck are you a virgin? Look at you! Who wouldn't want a piece of this!" He grabs my ass and pulls me closer on his lap to emphasize his point. "I've been trying to get you since 7th grade and you're just walking around without noticing me. And then, I finally get to you, and I find out you're all mine to take." He chuckles deeply, looking me up and down with an almost predatory look in his eyes.

"I'm not yours." I correct him. "And I'm not losing my virginity in a storage room!"

"Aha. But you aren't denying that I get to take your virginity, only that I have to do it somewhere else." My cheeks flush a deep crimson and I nod carefully, now or never, right? "Good boy."

My breathing hitches gently at the praise as he take out a paper from his back pocket and writes something on it. I'm just about to ask he what it is when he shoves it into my back pocket and attacks my neck, starting to bite me again.

I let out a surprised yelp at the sudden actions, but I soon close my eyes again and let him do as he pleases, letting out gentle moans in response. But, if he gets to do what he wants, it's only fair that I do too, right?

I slip my hands down and gently cup his crotch, which prompts a harsh bite to my neck, causing me to freeze momentarily but quickly get back to work. I tremble gently in both anticipation and slight shock at my own actions. I slowly move my arms up to wrap around his neck. I feel him start to suck marks onto my neck, but I'm too dazed to care right now. I give an experimental tug to his hair and he groans as he ruts against me, breathing quickening as he does.

This goes on for a good while before we hear the coach blow the whistle, signaling that class is over, which was very quick, but to be fair, I guess we got a little out of hand.

I lean back to pull my neck away from Lester, or maybe I should call him Phil?...no, Lester works for now. He reluctantly pulls away and looks at me.

"Um...class is o-over." I stutter, suddenly more awkward and aware of what I've done now that I'm not totally dazed with pleasure.

Lester snorts a short laugh and pulls out his phone, I'm confused before he takes a picture of me. I'm about to tell him off and yell at him when he shows me, and that's when I've even more ready to yell at him. The whole left side of my neck is covered in hickeys, along with my throats and some on the right side, nOT TO MENTION THAT IM HARD AS A ROCK, WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW?!

I pull my shirt down over my crotch and glare at him.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?!" I whisper-yell. "I don't have any way to hide a hard on, much less at least 20 hickeys."

He looks around like he's thinking and then he smirks at me. He carefully pushes me off his lap and stands up. He pulls his hoodie off over his head and give it to me.

"Wear that, it'll hide both your 'problems'." He smirks and I take the hoodie from his, deeply flustered as I quickly pulling it over my head and as far down my body as possible, after having adjusted my 'problem' a bit first.

"Thanks.." I step over to the door and open it a bit, leaning forward to see if there anyone out there. Only two or three people are still there, but those are students talking to the teacher.

I sigh in relief and step out of the storage room, hearing Lester walk out after me.

I'm about to leave the hall when I feel hands on my hips. Lester pulls me back, flush against his body. He pulls down the back of the hood and kiss my neck, before groping my ass, causing me to gasp.

"Don't forget the note." He chuckles as he pats my back pocket containing the note and then let's me go again.

I grumble at him and slap his arm as I walk out into the locker room. I quickly pack all my things up and leave the locker room, in favor of getting changed at home instead.

Once I'm far enough away from the school I pull the note from my back pocket, opening it and reading it.

Lockworth Lane 23, the 'Lester' apartment.
This weekend,
everyone's out of the house.
See you there, Love.
###•####•####
-text me if you're in on it.

•~~~~~~~~~~•
1564 words. Wow, yeah, great me. Only write long things when its smutty. =_="

And I know that I'm moving fast from 1 to 4, from pissed off to nearly fucked in a closet.
But I was inspired and this is how I work, hope you all can put up with it anyways.

Also, that note at the end was really shitty, I know. But we don't use the same phone numbers or street systems in my country, so I'm just guessing, sorry XD