I unlock the door of the house and walk on in. Everyone is still at the party, thank God, I just want to lay down, eat some ice cream, and watch The Sex Lives of College Girls. I've only watched the first two episodes, but it's so fucking good.
But first, I need to pee, really bad.
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I let out all the pee I'd been holding inside, as I sit on the toilet, staring at my silver heels, I think to myself. About what happened with Cross, in his room.
I knew that I wouldn't sleep with him, but I was close to it. The way he was scaling my body with his hands, he was 10 seconds away from lifting my dress, bending me over, and fucking me. Every time he touched me, kissed me, it made me feel sick. Like what I was doing was wrong, no matter if it was him or not.
I kept comparing him to Andreas. He didn't kiss me like him, didn't touch me as he did, my blood didn't boil when he said my name. I love it when Andreas calls me Elizabeth, the way he plays around with me, taunts me. I told myself I wouldn't fall for him, but now, I think I accidentally did.
I clean myself up and head down the hall to Bridget's room, but I never made it there. A door creaks open behind me.
"Elizabeth." I hear a deep voice say behind me. I don't even have to turn around to know who it is.
"Andreas." My voice comes out breathy-like, and my back straightens.
I start to turn, "Don't. Fucking. Move." His voice was demanding, just the way I liked it. "I'm liking the view from here."
A sly smile comes on my face, "Oh, really? Tell me, what do you like about it?"
I can hear him readjusting his stance, "I like that dress on you, how it's tight at the top and lose at the bottom. How high your ass sits in that dress, and those heels, Jesus, those fucking heels. The things I want to do to you Elizabeth, it's criminal."
"Can I turn around now?"
"Yes, but slowly." I do as he says, twirling myself around to him. All the while, his eyes never leave mine, not wanting to miss anything. "Why are you here so early? The party is still going on, according to my Twitter feed."
"I could ask you the same thing, aren't you Andreas Chen? The heartbreaker, ladies' man." I say sarcastically.
He cracks a smile, "That's what they call me, but I don't identify with those titles. Now, come here." He whispers.
His words are hypnotic, I can't control myself. My heels clank against the ground as I get closer and closer to him. He could tell me to jump off the roof, I'm afraid I would do it. And that scares me, but in a good way.
I stop in front of him, he snatches me by my dress and slams me, gently, against his wall. In one swift move of him grabbing me, he shuts the door with his foot. No lights on, no sound, just my beating heart. "Can you turn a light on, please?"
"No, I want to touch you, but I don't want you to see it coming." I can hear his voice come closer to me, "I want to hear you gasp, and shutter at my touch. Like what happened in the car when I made you come." My breath hitches in my throat. "Just like that."
Things start out slow, his fingers slide down my arms, creating goosebumps. He clasps my hands in his, roughly bringing them above my head, he kisses each of my fingers, just from the small kisses I nearly faint. "Are you supposed to be Tiffany Pollard?" He asked me, throwing the mood off.
"How do you know who she is?"
"My sister is obsessed with that show, she watches it all the time."
"I didn't know you had a sister? What is her name?"
"Katherine now hush, I'm doing something." I silence myself, but then speak up again.
"Wait, your sisters name is the same as the girl you fucked?" I asked.
"Fuck, I guess." His lips turn gruesome. "Now you've made it weird, just let me make you feel good."
While my hands are still pinned over my head, he licks his tongue from the nape of my neck to my collarbone, I hiss quietly. His teeth gently bite at my skin, "You are so fucking delicious, I sometimes want to eat you."
"What are you, a cannibal or some weird shit?" I laugh.
My question is left unanswered. His hands cling to my waist, I can feel his thumbs rubbing at the seam of my underwear through the dress. "I saw you."
"Huh?"
"On the dancefloor at the party, I saw you dancing with Cross." Ohmigod! I didn't want him to see me like that, with another guy, sexually dancing on the floor. But what's done is done.
I play around with him, he gets rougher, in a good way, when he's rowed up by me. "So. I'm a big girl I can do what I want." I shrug.
"I know you can, but why him?" His fingers tap the inside of my thighs, trailing up to my underwear.
"Uhhhh, I, uh, I don't-
Shit, he's got me stuttering, I can't even get my words out. "Tell me right now Elizabeth. Why him?" He grips my thigh, making me wrap it around his waist as his hard-on collides with my hips. I grind my teeth.
"He was attractive, and that was it. I didn't like him-like him like that. If that's what you're wondering." I suck down my moan, not wanting him to see that I'm turned on.
"I saw the way you rolled your hips over him, like this." He turns me around to face the wall, moving my hips slowly against him. His lips collide with my ear, "Move for me Elizabeth, move around on me like you did Cross." His hand holds up against the wall.
I gulp loudly, it's scary being put on the spot, but for Andreas, the command in his voice, it's controlling, and I can't shy away from it. So, I start rolling my hips slowly on him, he moans into my ear, liking what I'm doing.
As I'm doing this, he hastily lifts up my dress, gripping me through my underwear, his thumb pressing on my clit. "Shit, you're already ready for me, like the good girl you are."
"Andreas." I moan, leaning my head back on his shoulder, he kisses my cheek.
"Yes?" His deep, sultry voice filled with innocence.
"You know what you're doing, just fucking get it over with, please," I beg him. My hips are still rolling.
His voice deepens, "What do you want me to do, Elizabeth?" He bites my ear, "I don't know what you want." I can tell he's smiling, arrogant fuck. I guess I have to spell it out. Touch me, please!
"Do what you did in the car to me, make me c-come again."
"Your wish is my command." His hand pushes down my panties, making them stop at my ankles. He pushes two fingers inside of me. I cry out from pleasure, my hips still moving, my hand is tightly woven through his hair, his other hand plays with my nipples. He knows exactly what to do to me, without me saying anything. And I love it.
"Does Cross make you feel like this?"
"N-no." I moan. He can never make me feel the way you make me feel.
"Did Cross make you wet like this, your pussy is so fucking slick? Did you let Cross play with your little clit? Mhm!" No, I would never let him touch me, he could never make me wet. I shake my head, not being able to let words out. His fingers push in more, pumping in and out of me. I can feel come drip down my thigh, wet noises break through the darkness. I spread my legs apart so he can have more access. "I missed you Elizabeth, I miss my fingers being lodged inside you." He gently bites my ear. Bite it the fuck off!
"I know, I miss it too. This doesn't mean anything, ok. You don't want a girlfriend and I don't want a boyfriend. I just want pleasure, only from you." The words rush out of me.
"And I want to be the only person who gives that to you. Fuck Elizabeth, you're so fucking tight. You know how fucking tight you are?" I nod my head. "Now, come for me like the good girl you are." Yes!
I want him to make me come over and over again, but it won't be the same if he doesn't come either. This a game, the taunt, the hunt, if I'm going down so is he.
I reach my hand back and grab onto his obvious erection. He stops all movements, "Elizabeth, the hell are you doing?" I could tell he was having a hard time breathing.
"I want you to come with me." I say innocently.
"No." He pushes my hand away.
Smirking, I reach back rubbing my hand on him, this time instead of over the pants, I stick them inside, feeling pre cum already seeping out his slit.
"You're going to be the death of me." He grumbles, thrusting his aching cock, which is big by the way, into my hand. You just can't resist me, Andreas Chen.
I give him slow and treacherous strokes, to which he can't stand since he's complaining in my ear to go faster. I just smile to myself, pleased.
"I'm glad." His fingers pulse in and out of me, his thumb pressed against my clit creating so much pleasure and excitement I can't take it. I start to bounce on his fingers as if it was his dick, while I stroke the real one. "Look at you craving me, wanting more. Let me fuck you, Elizabeth."
"No."
"Why not?"
"You may have an STD." He chuckles, it thrums through me.
As his fingers work me, my hand holds him firmly and starts rubbing like a madman, he clings his free hand to my boob, taking it out the dress and thrumming the nipple. Both our moans fill the air, thank the lord no one is home, this would be hella awkward.
"Come on my hand, Andreas." I whisper back to him. I could feel his face tightening, teeth clenching. "I want to taste you on my tongue."
"Elizabeth, please." He begs. BEGS! "Be my good girl and make me come." I love it when he called me his good girl and I love it when he's vulnerable and begs.
My slow strokes start to pick up, and I lose myself with him, in him. It's just two humans, who desire each other, pleasing each other.
"I'm about to come Andr-." In a matter of seconds, I scream loudly as I come, hard as fuck. I clutched his wrist as my body shakes from the overpowering orgasm.
Not soon after, he comes loudly, groaning into my hair as his dick twitches in my hand. I take my hand out, licking his cum, to which he watches intently.
I can feel my come drip down my thigh more, to which Andreas bends down and licks it up, slowly and torturously.
He turns me around and kisses me on the lips. "Go to bed now Elizabeth." All while giving my ass a quick smack.
I walk out of the room, wet sounds come from between my legs. A smile is on my face.
Andreas: 2
Elizabeth: 2
But I'm not mad at it. Not at all.
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