Tell Me What To Do

Chapter 4

*CONTAINS SMUT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*

The room is spinning. Spinning so much it makes Michael want to puke. Lights of all different shades are flashing so brightly, making him squint as he makes his way to the nearest bathroom. People keep bumping into him but he doesn't seem to notice as all his attention is focused on keeping his balance. 

Once inside the bathroom, he leans against the wall and closes his eyes. Taking deep breaths to calm him down. This is the second night in a row that he has been out of his mind drunk. 

"The only way to cure a hangover is to carry on drinking." He sighs to himself. 

He walks up to the sink and wets his face. Looking up at the mirror, he studies himself. From his pale green eyes to his light purple hair and pink lips, his eyebrow piercing and his tattoos. 

"What the hell did she see in a loser like me." He says, shaking his head. "She deserved so much better."

It has been two weeks since he has seen Daniel and two weeks of ignoring his mothers phone calls. He needed a break. A long one. Conveniently, his mother had no idea where he lived so he could take all the time in the world. 

Squinting his eyes at his reflection, he says, "He is better off without me anyways."

Looking at his watch, he curses. "Shit. I have work tomorrow."

Making his way slowly out of the bathroom, he walks through the club. Passing all the drunken idiots waving their hands in the air and all the sloppy girls who try and grind on him.

"Get off!" He yells at one of the girls, who grabs his arm and pulled him close to her, wrapping her arms around his neck and instantly crashing their lips together. Getting lost in the moment, he began to feel up and down her body, his hands cupping her breast as she bit his lip. 

"Wanna get out of here?" She said in his ear.

"I have a car outside."

She nodded shortly and with that, Michael, who's eyes were burning with lust and rage at himself, scanned the crowd as he led her out of the club and around the dark corner to where his car was parked. He unlocked the car and got in.

Before he was even able to start the engine, she was all over him. Sitting on his lap, she grinds into him. He hadn't felt this turned on in ages and it made him feel bad. 

Pulling away, he cupped her face in his hands, "Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want you regretting this when you wake up tomorrow."

"Never have I wanted sex as much as I do right now." She moaned.

"Good enough for me." He said as he pulled off her top, exposing her breasts and began to suck. She threw her head back as loud moans escaped her throat.

Not sure how it happened, they ended up in the back seat of his Camero and he noticed how quickly her skirt had come off. Unbuttoning his belt as she sucked on his neck, his mind wondered to Gracie and what she would think of him right now. Ashamed would be the right answer.

Fuck it, He thought as he threw off his jeans and briefs. I'm grieving a loss. This is how I cope, He thought as he looked into the unnamed girls hungry eyes as he crashed into her, thrusting deep and fast.

"Fuuuuck. You feel so damn good."

Aching to feel every inch of this unknown body, his hands wonder over her breasts, her stomach and her toned thighs. Her moans were getting louder, her nails digging deep into his back, making him go faster and harder.