I'm His

3-𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚎☁︎︎

From Marshall:
When can I see you again?

To Marshall:
My friend is having a party tomorrow night, want to come?

From Marshall:
Yeah. I'll pick you up at 8.

Another night with Marshall tomorrow I guess. Hopefully he does leave another mark on me. I look down to my thigh to see a red imprint of his hand, from squeezing my thigh.

I can't say anything about the dream I had about him last night. He would get egotistical off of me telling him that.

I have to tell Alyssa about this. I call her phone and tell her to come over. 

When she arrives she gives me a hug. "So tell me about Mr. Marshall." I close the door behind us and we move towards the couch to sit. I see her eyes widen, "Is that his hand print?" Obviously it's his, who's hand is that big? "Yes it is stupid, but not why you think." "Mhm"

"He grabbed my thigh and squeezed it till I said sorry for telling him it's not happening." I tell her.

I have to admit I kind of liked what he did, and how he left a mark on me. I liked those messages. I liked his style and I like his attractiveness. There is no denying that man is blessed with looks.

"Girl, you gon give in."

"No I won't"

"Mhm, ok"

There is no way. I tell myself. Is it true? Maybe.

Me and Alyssa spend the rest of the day talking and watching movies, but I can't stop thinking about Marshall.

***

"Hey Marshall" I say stepping into the passenger seat of his car.

"Hello Beautiful,"

As I buckle my seatbelt I turn my body towards him and he leans into me. I look into his eyes and we make eye contact. The seat buckle clicks and we don't look away. He looks down at my lips and I watch him look back up. My eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes, and my mind blanks. I lick my bottom lip and lightly bite it, His hand roams over towards my face and I kiss him.

I continue to kiss him and I suddenly feel his tongue in my mouth. I do the same and put my tongue in his, playing with his tongue, the kiss becomes quicker. Our heavy breaths coming from our noses. I reach my hand over to him and grasp his shoulder.

"Hold on" He says through the kiss, eventually breaking the kiss and he starts driving. He moves into an empty parking lot, with only the car's lights as light.

His hand reaches to the buckle of the seatbelt and unbuckles it. I'm freed from the seatbelt and his hand moves to my hip pulling me in. I crawl over, on top of him and we look at each other for a moment. His dark blue eyes looking into my green ones. His hands rest on my waist, pulling me closer into him. I feel him, hard, under me. I start to grind onto him and his hands hold my hips down making me stop.

I smile against his lips and he stops to whisper "What did I say about teasing?"

"We should get going." I crawl off of him back into my seat and rebuckeling the seatbelt. 

I look over to him as he slowly blinks his eyes to the ceiling. He look forward again as he puts the car into drive and turns out of the parking lot.

"This is going to be a fun party" I say.

"We'll see"

I turn up the radio and he rests his hand on my thigh the whole way to the party.

We arrive at a club where the music is audible from the outside. Lights are flashing from the blurred windows. He parks his car and takes keys out the ignition, putting them in one of his big pockets.
We meet each other at the back of the car and he wraps his arm around me. His cold leather jacket hitting the bare skin on my back. We walk into the club and the bouncer puts a stamp on each of our hands.

We squeeze through the crowd and he pushes me in front of him, by the small of my back. We get to the bar and there are two seats that we fill up.

I see Marshall say something but I can't quite hear him over the music. "What?"

"What you gettin?" Say speaks into my ear.

"Cranberry Vodka." I practically yell. He nods and the bartender walks over to us, and takes our orders.

About five minutes of talking with Marshall, the drinks arrive. He only got diet coke.

"Why aren't you drinking?"

"Just not feeling it."

"Ok." I start to drink my drink. It's amazing. I almost instantly down it.

"Damn, what else can you swallow that quickly?" He chuckles. 

"Shut up and get me another drink."

He looks at the bartender and motions him to come over to him. He tells him to get me whatever and to get shots.

"You do shots?" I ask him. "I used to, but I'll do one with you now."

The drinks arrive and he takes two shots when I take four. I just continue to drink and then I pull him to the dance floor. I already feel the buzz and he stands on the dance floor while I dance on him. He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me into him.

I continue to push my ass against him, until the song changes and I face him. I reach my arms up and rest them on his neck.
He leans down to me and I kiss him, again. What am I doing? Didn't I say I wasn't going to do this.

Fuck.

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I've been writing this stuff during class. Lmao.

Hope you guys like the story so far.

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