Saving Boston (Rewritten)

You Used Me To Get What You Wanted

Her fingers curled around my wrist, dragging me down the hallway, away from all of the noise. Before I had a chance to ask if anything was wrong, her palms were slamming me against the wall. I stared down at the curly-haired girl with wide eyes as she cupped the sides of my face and slammed our lips together.

I wanted nothing more than to feel her lips on mine and her body below me as I showed her all of the ways I could take care of her body, but I couldn't do that when she was heavily intoxicated. I pushed her away and watched as her bottom lip pushed out. Small whimpers left her mouth as we broke contact.

My fingers raked through my hair as she leaned against my desk, begging me to kiss her. I watched the tips of her fingers dance along her thighs as she pulled up the sides of her dress. My jaw clenched as she showed me everything she hid underneath her very revealing dress. Her light brown skin glowed under my golden chandelier.

"Please," she begged.

Dirty words left her mouth as she came toward me, running her fingers down my chest. Her small hands undid the buttons of my suit, ripping it open to reveal my skin. My head fell against the wall behind me as her lips planted kisses on my body. I blew out deep breaths as her tongue dragged down my stomach until she was at my belt buckle.

She whispered against my skin. "You know you want this just as much as I do."

"You're drunk," I sighed as she unfasted my belt.

"Then sober me up."

"Not going to happen."

"I didn't drink that much," she pulled away as she jumped into the air with her hand in the sky. "My tolerance is up here."

A chuckle left my lips as I watched the woman I love demonstrate her level of intoxication. "Oh, yeah?"

"Kinnick," she pouted, leaning against me with her head tilted back so I could see her eyes. "I had a bad day, and I need you to help me forget about it."

"Baby," I strained myself from grabbing her face and kissing her. "I am not taking advantage of you when you are drunk. You are going to hate me when you realize what happened."

"I never hated you," she mumbled.

"You are going to if I let this happen."

"Don't you love me?" She stuck her bottom lip out as the corner of her lips tugged upward. "I thought you said you would do anything I asked."

"Bo," I snapped, tearing my eyes away from her body as I rubbed my hand over my face. "I do love you, but I can't -"

"Promise you love me?"

"I promise."

"Then fuck me," her voice dropped dangerously low. "Because I missed you, and I want to remember the feeling of your hands on my body."

I shoved away from the wall, making her gasp as I dropped my hands down to cup her ass. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I lifted her from the ground. She stared down at me as I held her up with amusement in her eyes before she grabbed my face and brought my lips to hers.

I walked her back toward my desk, making sure I fanned my hand over her back to lay her down gently. She watched my every move as if she were waiting for the next, but as her hands pulled down my pants, I pushed her dress up.

"You aren't wearing anything under this?"

She pushed herself onto her elbows. "What was I supposed to wear?"

"Jesus Christ," I rubbed my face. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Whatever you want," the corner of her lips tugged upward.