Morgan
I was exiting the bathroom and stumbled back when the door came flying open. I stood frozen in the middle of the room looking back at the mystery guy from earlier.
“There you are,” he said with a smirk. “I’ve looked all over for you,” he confessed as he took another step forward. “You are so pretty,” he slurred.
His forwardness had me stunned, and I was completely wasted, so my reaction was a little weak.
When he lifted his hand to my cheek and left it there as he moved in closer, I did nothing to stop him.
“Really pretty,” he said again, leaning in close. “And you smell so good too.”
So drunk he wasn’t that great at pickup lines, but I didn’t care.
He was the first and only guy since I entered this party more than five hours ago who made any type of impression. And he was hot—a major bonus.
I didn’t stop him when he moved in close and began kissing along my neck.
I did nothing to slow it down even when he backed me up and I was pinned to the bathroom vanity. I still let it happen.
No way was I going to interrupt this.
Nope.
Instead I did the next best thing.
I attacked him.
Like pulling hair, tugging on his shirt and biting his lip kind of attacking. And from the reaction I felt pressed against my stomach, I’d say he liked every minute of it.
I heard something tear, but it didn’t stop me. It actually fueled me. I had never done anything like this before. It was liberating. I had been cooped up in my own mind for far too long; it felt good to be free from all the stress.
“Damn,” he moaned as I slid my hand past the waistband of his jeans and wrapped my fingers around a very impressive erection.
Smiling at what I had found.
Drunk sex with a hot guy who seemed to be packing something real good.
I was in.
I pulled back just enough to gain some space and took in a deep breath.
“What would it take for me to convince you to come home with me?” I asked just before he moved in again to take my mouth with his.
He was eager.
And this was so out of character for me.
But being in my apartment felt safer than being here all night. Marcus would be there. And there wouldn’t be a house full of just anybody who could walk in at any time.
“Just take me,” he breathed. “No need to ask.”
Well, okay then.
I hopped down from the sink, and for a moment wondered at what point I ended up on there. Things were flowing quite nicely; I think I lost track of my own thoughts there for a moment.
I smiled at the idea that I was so wrapped up in his kisses that I couldn’t remember much of anything else.
I began to pull him from the room and he followed without hesitation. Marcus was waiting a few feet down the hallway and smiled when he saw us coming.
“You found your mystery man,” he said, eyeing the guy behind me appreciatively. “What’s your name, tall dark and…” he paused, waiting for the guy to answer.
“Xavier,” he slurred.
“Xavier,” Marcus repeated as a huge smile covered his lips. Then he looked in my direction, wagging his eyebrows suggestively. “Is he coming home with us?” Marcus asked and all I did was nod. “Well, okay then.”
He began walking away as I hurried after him, pulling Xavier along behind.
The drive back to my house was quite entertaining. I rode in the back seat with Xavier and he was all hands. Sliding along my thighs, my hips. Wrapping his arms around my waist.
He kissed along my neck, and at times I found my eyes fluttering shut because it felt so good.
I had a feeling tonight would be one I wouldn’t soon forget.
***
Xavier was everywhere.
Meaning his hands, his mouth, oh that mouth, it was all over me. Touching, tasting, I had never felt this on fire before.
Clothes were flying, and deep gratifying moans filled my room as he continued to consume me.
Marcus just handed me a box of condoms and said “Have fun” before he walked off to his room on the opposite side of the apartment. So I fully intended to.
I just might break this boy before morning.
I was a deprived girl.
One who spent far too much time doing things I didn’t want and stayed away from those things that would distract me.
Xavier was a distraction.
A yummy one, but a distraction nonetheless.
But just for tonight I’d let him make me forget that tomorrow, reality would return.