𝕎𝕙𝕪 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 // 𝓓. 𝓝𝓪 𝔁 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮

{11} Donald Being A Drama Queen♡

A.N.
Sexual things in this chapter.

We got upstairs and walked past the entertainment room. As we went past my friends they all laughed and winked at me. I flipped them off as Jake led me to a hallway with a bunch of doors. No one was down the hall and he was immediately on me again. He started to kiss my neck and then pulled away.

"We should wash this makeup off, it tastes weird."

He had a bit of foundation on his lips and I laughed. One of the doors was opened so we went in. It was the bathroom. He helped me wipe the makeup off of my neck. Once it was all gone he started to kiss it. After a little bit of gently kissing my neck until he found my sweet spot. I let out a soft moan and he groaned into my neck in response. The vibrations it sent through my body made me moan again. He started to take my necklaces off.

We made out as we made our way down the hall. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked over to a random door and opened it. A girl screamed so I turned my head and saw the girl from earlier and Donald. She was in front of him, taking off her clothes, and Donald was sitting on the bed with his shirt off. His eyes darkened when he saw me. I smiled at him. How does it feel?

"Sorry, man," Jake said as he closed the door. Then he kissed my neck again and went to another door. He opened it and we went in. He closed it behind us, trailing kisses from my neck down to my chest as he leaned down to close the door. With a grin he threw me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing all over my neck some more. I felt him start to leave hickeys on it.

"God," he groaned. "You're so fucking hot."

He stopped and looked me in the eye. "Tell me when you want me to stop. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Okay."

He smiled at me and then went back to kissing my neck. I wrapped my legs around him and started to grind on him. I desperately need to get laid right now.

The door to a room close to us slammed shut. Then the door to the room we're in was thrown open. Donald was standing there, glaring at us.

"Dude," I hissed. "Get out."

"Get up."

"What the fuck? No. I'm fucking busy. Out."

"I said to get up."

"Fuck you."

He smirked and came over to us. He glared at Jake and then motioned for him to stand up. Jake followed his orders.

"Now get out," he said to Jake.

"Woah," Jake said. "What?"

"Get out before I kill you."

"What are you going to do to him?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I can't let you hurt him, man."

"I won't hurt him. Now get the fuck out."

Jake looked at me, concerned.

"Just do it," I hesitated.

Jake turned around to walk out. Donald closed the door, locked it, and came back to me.

"What's your problem?" I snapped at him.

"What are you just sleeping around now?"

"Mind your fucking business."

"I don't want my men sleeping together."

"Well, guess it's a good thing I'm not your man then."

"I swear I will fucking dislocated your jaw."