I woke up with a monster of a headache, lying on my stomach with my hands buried under a pillow that wasn't my own. However, I did recognize it.

I opened my eyes and found myself in Alexander's room, lying on his ruffled bed with the covers completely off. His room was as messy as I remembered it always being. I smiled to myself and stretched a little.

But just as I did, I heard a low groan coming from around my ass. I swallowed a startled scream when I found Alexander lying on top of said ass, which to my complete and utter shock, was bottomless.

His head was resting against my butt cheek while his arms were cinched around my waist. His dark eyelashes were resting against his cheekbones and his tousled blond hair was tickling my skin. He was still sound asleep.

And of course now it all came back to me; The club, the nip-slip, him kissing me, me kissing him back, us ending up in his room, him giving me my first and completely mind-blowing ōrgasm.

– Yup, we definitely couldn't call ourselves 'just friends' anymore.

What had we done?

I decided I had to get up and put on some pants. I had to borrow a pair of his sweats, I wasn't putting on my dress from last night again. Not when his hands could travel up my—

Don't. Just don't think about that.

I started to slowly move, trying my best to get out of his grip without waking him. But as I tried to remove his arms, they tightened and squeezed my waist even tighter. A slow, lazy smirk spread on his lips.

"Alex," I growled, flicking his head with my finger. "Let go. I want to get some pants on."

A long, rumbling sigh came from him and then his warm breath tickled my butt. "I slept like a dream," He throatily murmured.

"You slept on my ass," I dryly commented.

His smirk grew. "Exactly."

I groaned tiredly, dipping my head into the pillow while resting on my elbows. "Aleeeeex..."

I suddenly felt a warm, wet, slick sensation on my left butt cheek and it only took me a second to figure out what it was.

"EW, ALEX! Did you just lick my ass?!"

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. "I did. Did you like that?"

"No! Get off me, I want to get up."

"I'm already up."

"No, you're not, you're lying on my—"

Alexander suddenly swooped up, sliding in over my back and then thrust his groin to my rear. The shocking feeling of his very hard morning wood sent shivers up my spine and had me gasping, especially when he slowly began circling his hips. "I'm up, Soph, and I have no intention of letting you get up. As a matter of fact, I want you to stay right there so we can pick up where we left off."

I was forced to bite my lip as he slowly started grinding his dick up and down the crack of my ass, the denim between us making it an otherworldly sensation. I felt my clit begin to throb traitorously, my slick folds beginning to soak.

"Alexander," I moaned, arching my back and curling my toes when one of his hands traveled under my body, down to my belly. And then some.

"Mmm, Soph. You have such a fucking gorgeous ass. Feel what you're doing to me." He let his tongue slide up my spine, making me shiver when he at the same time cupped my heat and pushed my ass up to him. His cock felt so goddamn good and hard against me.

"God," I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut as I started to rub myself against his hand. "A-Alex, what are we doing?"

"We're dry-humping," He unceremoniously replied, flicking his tongue into my ear. "Like two virgins who's never heard of sex and I'm fucking loving it. And so are you."

"I am a virgin, Alex."

"Not for much longer."

When he ground his hips against me again and caused a friction between my skin and his pants, I let out a shaky moan and bit my lower lip again to stop. We shouldn't be doing this. We needed to talk about what we were doing before we took things any further.

But it just felt so damn good.

"We shouldn't..." I half-heartedly breathed.

"I'm not stopping," He huskily breathed back. "Fuck, I can't."

I cried loudly when I felt his finger suddenly dip into my heat and started fucking me slowly, roughly. "Oh God, Alex!"

His mouth latched onto my neck as he picked up the speed with his hips, grinding harder against me.

It felt so good. So, so fucking good. Alexander was dry-humping me in his bed while fucking me with his finger. He might as well have shoved his dick inside my ass, because it felt that good.

"Oh fuck, yes, Alex," I mewled and wantonly writhed beneath him as he added a second finger, stretching me even more.

"Use my whole name," He whispered as he sucked on my earlobe. "Let me hear you moan it again."

I had to seriously consider if he had weird fetish about his name, but I could do that later. His fingers bumped me just right and kept on doing so, which had me fisting the comforter, wailing. "Alexander!"

I heard him groan on top of me, and just then, I felt a warmth spread on top of my rear. He grunted my name and with a series of small jerks, I felt him come. His fingers bended inside me and had me moaning loudly as he hit my delicious spot. Together, we panted while we got consumed by our climax, before eventually, it subsided. Alexander collapsed on top of me.

I felt like I couldn't breathe. "Holy fuck."

"Jesus, Soph," He he agreed, exhaling against my back. "I can't remember the last time I came during a dry-hump. That was so preschool."

I breathed through my mouth, letting my head sink into the pillow. "We shouldn't have done that."

"I already kissed you, groped you, fingered you and ate your pussy," He replied. "It's not like we've done something we haven't basically done before – except for maybe ruining my pants."

"They were all mistakes," I breathlessly replied. "We're friends, Alex. Friends."

"Not anymore, Soph. I've eaten your pussy and I intend on doing it again and again and again, until you fucking get that we've never been just friends."

I gulped down when he pressed a small kiss to my neck, exhaling softly. It was so intense between us now. I needed some time to just process what we had done and I couldn't do that around him.

"I need to get home," I therefore said after a moment. "Your mom is going to come home any moment now, and if she sees us like this, she'll have us both crucified."

Alexander groaned, but then nodded when he saw my point. "I hate it when you're right, it makes me look less intelligent."

I smiled to myself as he got up, dug through a pile of his clothes on the floor, before he handed me a pair of his sweats and a shirt. "Thanks."

"I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for me," He said, running a hand through his hair. "If you don't get dressed, I'm going to take that virginity of yours and fuck the bejesus out of it. My mom will come home, catch us in the act, and have me signed up for an all boys catholic school before you can say amen."

"You should just tell her," I said, pulling on his black T. "Tell her that you've had sex before – a lot of it – and just be done with it. And while you're at it, tell her about your IQ as well."

"Oh sure, and how about the tattoo?" He scoffed sarcastically. "Should I tell her about that too, or just wait until she wants to bathe me in holy water while reciting the scripture of Matthew 12:34-45, and just wait for her to spot it herself?"

I gave him a deadpan look and he gave me one right back. "Alex, she's your mother. Don't you think she'll understand?"

"She'll understand that I've lost my way and have me working as a monk in Saint Peter's church before the end of the day. Just drop it, Soph."

I sighed and stood up to pull on his sweats. "Fine. I'm going home."

"See you in school on Monday," He replied, instantly smirking.

"Why not before?" I asked, raising a brow at his smug face. "What? What are you up to?"

He just kept smirking. "I have some plans with the boys for this Monday's prank. Don't worry your pretty little head with that, just go home and get some sleep. You look like a sex-starved panda."

"I hate you guys so much," I glared at him, picking up my things from last night. "If it's a prank like last time, don't expect me to still be your friend afterwards."

"Oh, I'm counting on it. In fact," He smirked as I picked up my stilettos, "I'm counting on you to be anything but that."

And with that, he smacked my ass and sent me off. Now all I could do was wait for Monday and prepare myself for whatever him and the boys had planned.

~~~

I wasn't even surprised.

When I walked into school that morning, I saw Alexander chatting up some girl against the school lockers in the middle of the hall. Miles and Jagger were playing hoops with a basketball a little further down, as if nothing was going down later. Just any classic Monday morning at our school.

But not for long.

I walked up to Alex who hadn't noticed me yet, grabbed him by his ear as he smirked to the unknowing dullard before him, and then yanked. He let out a garbled yelp as I dragged him away – him having to walk backwards.

"O-kaaaay, Sophie-Sophie-Sophie!" He frantically chanted while I kept dragging him away by his ear. "Can you not—ouch! Okay, I'm following!"

I pulled him inside our English homeroom, turned the lock and then pushed him up against the door. "What the actual hell do you think you're doing?"

He sheepishly grinned down at me. "I got a reputation to uphold, Soph. Don't expect the flirting to stop just because I'm your boyfriend now."

"You're not my boyfriend, when did you get that into your thick head?" I growled, thumping his forehead.

He just chuckled and quickly caught me in his arms when I tried to step back. "When I ate your pussy last Friday night and had you screaming my name as you came."

"That was a mistake, I told you that," I said, now beginning to writhe in his hold. I ignored the blush that was currently making its way up my neck to my cheeks. "We were both drunk and clearly both stupid – and clearly you still feel the need to sleep with anything that moves, so..."

"You're moving right now," He pointed out with a smirk and looked down at my body.

I was still fighting to get out of his arms, but I froze in that moment. I glared murderously up at him and stuck my jaw out. "Get. Your paws. Off me, Stone. It's not happening."

He sighed resignedly and finally let go. "Maybe you're right. However, something is going to happen in here if we don't get out soon—"

"Alex, I'm serious, we're friends. We are not sleeping together!"

"And I got that Soph, but that's not what I'm talking about," He said and looked pointedly at me. He then glared into the room.

- And then I got it.

"Oh, no," I said, closing my eyes for a second. "It's going to happen in here, isn't it? The prank?"

Alexander chuckled soundlessly. "Your IQ just went up by ten points."

"Alex!" I growled and slapped his chest. "God, I could just kill you right now! What's going to happen? Where's the prank?"

He theatrically looked thoughtful for a moment and even rubbed his chin. "Hmm... ever seen the movie Parent Trap?"

"You mean the one with Lindsey Lohan where she plays the set of mischievo—" I paused mid-sentence and stared up at his smug face when it occurred to me. "Oh no, you didn't."

"We may or may not have used a bit of inspiration from a certain scene in the movie, that may or may not involve some feathers and a bucketload of maple syrup."

I gritted my teeth, trying to control my temper. I even tried counting backwards from ten. Didn't work.

"Alex... you... TWAT!" I shouted and thumped his head again, but this time harder. I also punched him on his chest which only made him laugh so much more. "You goddamn piece of undercooked—"

He suddenly clasped a hand over my mouth and froze. "Did you hear that?"

Since I couldn't talk, I just gave him a confused look.

The next moment I heard a key wrestle with the lock in the door, the one we were leaning up against. I heard someone drop them right outside and then curse silently. It was Mr Travis, our English teacher. Aka, the target of the prank.

I looked in panic up at Alex. "Shit! We have to hide! If he comes in here and sees us, he's going to blame us for the prank!"

"I am to blame for the prank," Alex reminded me, whispering in the same hushed voice I was using. "And where do you suppose we hide, Reynolds? In the closet?"

I automatically turned and looked at the teachers cabinet. It looked like it could just narrowly fit two teens.

"I was kidding, Soph," Alex said when he saw the decisive look in my eyes. "You're not actually thinking we should—"

I grabbed his shirt and yanked him along to the cabinet when I heard the key in the lock again. I opened the closet and frantically pushed a couple of broomsticks and buckets aside.

"We're really doing this?" Alexander drawled as I shoved him inside. "Really?"

"I am not getting expelled because the movie Parent Trap," I hissed as I jumped inside the closet as well and closed the door behind me. I had to stand flush up against Alex before the door would close.

And just in time as well; the next moment, the door to the classroom opened and Mr Travis walked inside, carrying his leather briefcase. I held my breath as he walked up to the teacher's table and put his bag on the table. He started rummaging through it, mumbling something under his breath.

I kept my hands flattened on Alexander's chest and carefully exhaled. He was breathing controlled too, swallowing slowly. Everything sounded so loud in my ears.

"Soph?" He suddenly whispered. "We have a problem."

"What?" I whispered and looked up at him.

"If he pulls out that chair, the prank sets into motion. I tied a transparent string to his chair that if pulled on yanks the bucket hanging in the ceiling and tips it over. That triggers the fan with the feathers that's right on top of this cabinet."

We were screwed. "I fucking hate you so much, Stone."

When he begun chuckling silently, I grasped his shirt and dug my nails into his skin. He immediately stopped.

I listened for a moment, trying to determine what Mr Travis was doing. From the tiny vent-cracks in the door, over my shoulder, I could just see him leafing through a book. He then set it down and begun rummaging through his bag again.

"Soph? We have another issue."

I sighed frustratedly as Mr Travis pulled out a large stack of papers that looked like a pop-quiz. "What now?"

Alex moved ever so slightly, and just then, I felt the jut of an erection press against my shorts.

"You have got to be kidding me," I whispered and glared flatly up at him. He just smirked. "Pull yourself together."

"It doesn't really work that way, Soph."

Suppressing a groan, I looked over my shoulder again and found Mr Travis walking around to all the tables, placing a quiz on each one. He was way in the back at this point.

"I'll turn around then," I said when Alex tried to stare anywhere but down my cleavage. Carefully and miraculously without making a sound, I managed to turn around. Facing away from Alex, I now had a much better view through the vent-cracks and could see everything Mr Travis did.

"Soph?" Alex now said in a strained voice. "That's so much worse."

His erection pressed tightly against my ass in the limited space we had to move in and now I could feel him harden even more.

"Alex!" I hectically whispered. "Stop it!"

"I can't help it, I've told you before; you have a nice ass."

I closed my eyes and exhaled a long breath. This was just not happening.

Suddenly I felt his breath fan my shoulder, and just like that, I was imagining what he was, too; Him thrusting into me from behind, his hands caught in my hair while his lips and teeth scraped up my back as I rocked against him, coming apart over and over again...

"You're thinking about it now, too," He whispered, hearing me gulp down heavily. I felt his lips by my ear. "What it would be like to be on all four while I fucked you from behind."

I closed my eyes, swallowing as I exhaled a shaky breath. His hands begun circling my waist, just as his lips found the nape of my neck and begun pressing tentative, passionate kisses to my pulsing vein. Outside in the classroom, I could still hear Mr Travis walking around, putting down the quizzes while whistling a small tune to himself. My palms began to sweat.

"Alex," I whispered. "Stop it, not now. If he find us, we'll both get expelled."

"Not with my grades I won't," He smirked. "You, however..."

"I am not repeating a year," I whispered angrily which made him chuckle soundlessly. "I'm serious, put it back in your pants."

"It is, why do you think I keep adjusting myself? Your little ass is killing me, Reynolds."

Good lord, we needed to get out of this closet. If we didn't, I swore it would end up in something bad... but oh-so good...

Mr Travis finally finished dealing out the quizzes and then walked back up to his briefcase. He gathered his things and then simply walked out of class, still whistling. We had survived.

I exhaled heavily, holding in a breath I didn't know I had.

"Coast is clear, Reynolds." Alex whispered in my ear. "Now get out of this closet before I get into your pants."

• • •

Poor baby, fighting the sex. It's only a matter of time...