BloodLust // yungblud fanfic

Chapter 24

They arrived in Las Vegas right around sunset, which made for a thrilling drive up the Strip to their hotel, but it was unfortunate timing in that everyone immediately wanted to go out for dinner. Gillian was having some sort of problem with her boyfriend back home, and she asked Holly to go to dinner with her so they could hash it all out, and Holly couldn't turn her down; so it was close to 10:00 by the time she made it back to the hotel and went up to her room.

Dominic had texted her an hour ago: Room 1108, whenever you're back. And she had spend at least five minutes in a sex haze before she could focus on her conversation with Gillian again.

She took a quick shower and shaved her legs, but other than that she didnt bother with making herself look pretty. She pulled her wet hair up into a knot on the top of her head, moisturized her face, and called it good. Dominic had seen her in every possible state of disarray - sweaty, half asleep, grumpy, drunk - and she didnt see the point in trying to impress him. He knew what she looked like makeup free and just out of bed, and he seemed to like her anyway.

And she didnt want to waste any time. She'd been waiting long enough.

She did put on the one skirt she'd brought with her on tour, sort of as a nod to the idea of feminine beauty ideals.

And the she walked down the hallway to his hotel room.

Her heart was beating so quickly that she felt a little nauseated. She stopped outside his door and took a few deep breaths. This was her last chance to turn back - but of course she didnt want to; she has been waiting for this moment since the first moment she saw him. It was just sort of a big deal. This was no random tour hookup. She had feelings for him, and sleeping together would solidify the light hearted flirtation they had enjoyed up until now. Sex would make things real.

But she wanted that. She wanted real.

She knocked on the door.

He answered so quickly that she knew he had been twiddling his thumbs waiting for her, and she was laughing when he opened the door.

"Something funny?" He asked. "I hope you aren't laughing at me, because you know my ego cant -"

"Oh, shut up," she said. She stepped forward, pressing her body against his, and tilted her head back to look up at him, "Why don't you close that door?"

His eyes darkened. He seized her around the waist and tugged her into the room, and kicked the door closed with one foot. She laughed again, happy and excited, and still nervous, and he said, "You have got to quit this giggling," and bent his head to kiss her.

And this was the kiss she remembered from that night in her bunk: deep, possessive, overpowering, and with an urgency that matched her own. He ran his hands down her body and beneath her skirt, and groaned when he encountered bare flesh.

"You slutty little — where are your underpants?"

"I didnt put any on," she said, blinking up at him, trying to look innocent. "I thought they would just get in the way."

"Jesus Christ," he said, and kissed her agin, squeezing her ass with both hands. "Look, i know I'm supposed to take this slow, and be gentle with you—"

"I don't care," she said. "I don't want gentle. I don't want to wait."

He looked at her, breathing heard, his pupils dilated, and yea, she was a little scared, but it was a good scared. She felt safe with Dominic, who respected her, and wanted to please her, and it was really turning her on that he wanted to fuck her so badly. She wanted to make him lose control. He muttered a curse and slid one hand between her legs, and of course she was soaking wet; and he swore again, and manhandled her over to the bed.