The Hot Stranger

Chapter 2

Once you're back inside the house, you sit down next to (bff/n). She looks at you, eyebrow raised in question, obviously wanting to know if anything happened between you and (b/n). Before you can answer though, (b/n) walks in, his eyes finding you right away. How you managed to not jump him when he was looking at you with those green eyes, you don't know, but you're kind of proud of yourself for it. He smirks a little, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb as he travels his eyes slowly down your body and up again while making his way over to his previous seat.
      You're blushing. You know that look is a promise of delicious torment. He's not gonna give you exactly what you want just because you're asking for it. No, he's going to drag it out with tempting touches and glances, carefully chosen words with hidden meanings... and you know you're going to love every second of it. God, your body is already reacting to the promise of it all.

As the night goes on, hot glances and carefully placed touches on each other, it seems like you're ready to burst already. (B/n) knows exactly what he's doing to you, and from the look on his face, he's enjoying himself tremendously. When you sneak outside for some air in hopes of cooling down, (b/n) follows you. He makes sure no one else followed you two before grabbing your hands, carefully pushing you up against the nearest wall and holding your hands above your head. He looks down at you, a fire blazing in his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. "Were you hoping to calm down? Dampen the want you're feeling, just a bit?" You swallow as you're looking up at him, heart racing and mind clouded over with want again. "I'm not sure it would have worked, but a girl can hope right?" you say, looking from his eyes to his lips again, gently biting your own. His gaze falls to your lips, a soft groan escaping him. "Don't do that... if I keep imagining how your lips would look wrapped around my cock, I'll come without you even touching me." You blush at (b/n)'s comment. Are you really affecting him that badly? The thought makes butterflies flutter in your stomach and a need to see him unravel for you, grow even bigger... but not yet. You know he won't give you want you want yet.

You take a shaky breath, pressing your thighs together again when heat starts pooling between your legs as the thoughts of him run through your mind. (B/n) notices, he never seems to miss anything you're doing, and he shakes his head, pressing his thigh in between your legs, forcing you to spread them out instead. You gasp at the shock of pleasure his thigh brings you, making you grind against him gently, needing the friction. (B/n) groans, leaning his head down close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he growls lowly, "Who told you you could do that, princess? Stop moving. You're not allowed any relief until I say so." His voice in your ear, his body pressed against yours, his demanding tone and the smell of his cologne is making your head spin. This is better than anything you could have ever thought of at home, in your bed, all alone. You do as he says, letting out an involuntary needy whimper, and (b/n) laughs softly in your ear. "Easy princess, someone might hear you, and I'd rather not share you." Before you can respond, (b/n) kisses your neck, pulls back with a smirk and a wink, and then he's gone, making his way back inside. You breathe shakily, "I'm so screwed."

Once you've calmed down enough not to just straight up jump (b/n) when you see him, you go back inside to join everyone else. (Bff/n) looks at you, smirking as she notices your flushed cheeks and shining eyes. "Should I count on you not coming home with me tonight?" she asks, wiggling her brows and laughing. You blush and lightly smack her arm, "shut up, (bff/n)... but... probably, yeah." You laugh a bit too, smiling and glancing at (b/n). He's trying to seem interested in whatever they're talking about over there, but he's constantly moving, adjusting himself as if trying to get comfortable, but it's not really working. You smirk, knowing he's not as unaffected as he was trying to let on.

An hour later, when things seem to heat up between everyone, (b/n) comes over to you. "Hey, you wanna get out of here? Go for a drive?" You look up at him, then around and you can see (bff/n) is busy making out with someone. You nod and look at (b/n), smile and get up, "sure, but should you be driving when you've been drinking?" (B/n) smiles, taking your hand and pulling you close, talking by your ear again, "don't worry, most of my drinks were non alcoholic." You smile and grab your things, following him out to his car. He's driving some old, classy muscle car, but you're not sure what the brand is, you just know it's beautiful and it fits him perfectly.
      You whistle and look at (b/n), "nice car!" (B/n) chuckles and opens the door for you, "thanks, it's my pride and joy" he winks and closes the door after you've gotten in. He gets in and lights a cig., before taking off, making his way to open stretches of road. His hand finds your thigh, gripping it gently and drawing lazy circles on your skin. You're melting. His touch sends delicious sparks through your body, and you keep wishing he would just go that little higher and do the same circles on your clit. You look over at (b/n), watching him drive and smoke. Honestly, it's hot as hell, that image alone will fuel your fantasies for the next couple of months.

(B/n) catches you staring and he chuckles, "don't look at me like that, princess, I might pull over and take care of you right here", he smirks and takes another puff, blowing the smoke out in rings. You blush and look down at his hand on your thigh, "that just seems like more incentive to keep looking to be honest", you smirk and look at him again. He smiles and squeezes your thigh before letting go to turn the radio on, flick his cig. out the window and pull onto the highway, revving the engine before taking off in high speed. You gasp and grab on to the seat, vibrations from the car going up through the seat and into your body. You accidentally let out a moan, your fear of the speed turning to pleasure and excitement.

(B/n) knows what he's doing, his driving as smooth and perfect as if he was born behind the wheel. You two catch up to another car, a couple of guys who decide to race with you, speeding down the highway side by side. The adrenaline kicks in and you start laughing, whooping and clapping your hands. So much about (b/n) screams trouble, but you just don't care anymore. You're addicted to him.
      When the race is done, and (b/n) pulls up to a cliff overlooking the water, you're smiling from ear to ear. "That was amazing!" you exclaim, turning to (b/n). He smiles at you, taking in your flushed and excited state. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."