PLAY THE PART | mileven

seventeen

in hindsight, el has no idea how she managed to walk back to their hotel room. she couldn't remember the way there — she couldn't remember how she got there.

all she knows is that once they stumbled into the room, her mouth and body was pressed against mike's in an instant.

his hands steadily settled on her waist like a magnet. even through the fabric of her dress, his touches spread flames on her skin.

she whimpered in his mouth, grasping on any type of clothing she got ahold of in order to not give in to the weakness of her knees.

his fervent kisses found no end, he guided her towards the bed until the back of her thighs bumped against the mattress.

he gently pushed her down with his hands, making her sit on the bed. his fast kisses only slowed down when his teeth tugged on her bottom lip while pulling away.

a pout instantly curved on her lips, she was desperate to have him back there.

his hand found its way to her cheek, he softly caressed the skin with his knuckles. she had to crane her head up in order to look at him, he looked even taller from this angle.

his gaze was fixated on her mouth, his thumb gingerly swept over her bottom lip. "strip."

a "huh?" left her mouth even though she knew what he meant exactly.

"take off your clothes, angel." he ordered, the tone of his voice nearly made her clench her thighs. "all of it — until you're naked."

he fixed her bangs with the tip of his fingers and took some steps back. he crossed his arms over his chest as he kept his gaze on her.

there was nothing he could ask her that she wouldn't do in that moment.

her fingers curled around the hem of her dress, she was slowly, seductively, baring inches of her skin to him.

his hungry eyes were intensely watching when she threw the fabric on the ground and was left in nothing but her underwear.

she noticed how his focused shifted on her tits as she pulled her underwear down and was finally entirely nude in front of him.

her legs shyly squeezed together — but he wasn't having any of that.

taking steps in her direction, he stood in front of her again. his hands reached out to rest on her knees, unhurriedly spreading them apart.

once his eyes dropped to her pussy, she instinctively wanted to clamp herself shut again, but his grip on her knees prevented her from doing just that.

this wasn't the first time she was naked in front of somebody but it was the first time in which she truly felt naked.

he was looking at her like he wanted to memorize her — like he wanted the images of her bare body engraved in his mind.

he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on the side of her knee. her legs quivered in response.

his cheek pressed against her knee, his eyes dark and lustful. "touch yourself." his low demand caressed her skin and caused goosebumps to erupt.

her already flushed face was threatening to get colored in an even deeper shade of red. she wasn't a prude — absolutely not — but this was something she had never done before.

she never let someone else watch her as she touched herself and, shit, she liked the idea of having him as her audience. she liked it a lot.

her teeth sunk down her bottom lip, she went further into the bed to have more space. the tips of her nails scraped her stomach, following the path down to her pussy.