ḾṎᕍ⁅ᖇṈ ℄Ṏv⁅ | The Lost Boys

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⚠️Warnings: smut, lost of virginity, blood consumption⚠️

Dwayne skates up beside me then abandons his board in favor of sitting down. I flash him a smile. He leans to the side, reaches
into his coat pocket, and withdraws a bracelet with an onyx crystal wrapped in the center. He offers it to me.

My eyes light up. "Is this for me?" He nods and takes my hand so he can tie it around my wrist for me. "Thank you—it's beautiful."

A silent 'how did you know?' hung in the air.  The smallest of smiles cross David's lips. His hand briefly ghosted over the crystal necklace I wore before hopping up and returning to his skating.

The moment he's gone, David takes a seat in the old wheelchair across from me.

"Drink?" David pushes a small paper cup toward me.

I accept, noting it's the same drink he offered me the night before and down it in one go. An instant euphoria overtakes me, sparking a pleasant buzz in my abdomen.

I melt against the couch, eyes half-lidded. "What is that stuff, anyway?"

David purses his lips. "Blood."

A beat of silence.

I giggle. "Fine, don't tell me. But it's good, whatever it is. Can't even taste the alcohol in it."

"That's because there isn't any."

I burst into another fit of giggles. "Whatever, man. Oh, shit, has anyone seen my glasses?"

"You're wearing them."

I touch my face and find that they were, in fact, on my face. Paul hopped over the fountain, blunt in hand. "You know what I wanna know?"

"What do you wanna know, Paul?" echos Marko.

"Why this fuckin' sexy babe dresses like a grandma half the time."

He collapsed beside me, blunt between his lips. He motions me to come closer, and I open my mouth instinctively, allowing him to blow the smoke inside. It was a lot easier with practice, just like they said.

I relaxed against his arm, inhaling deeply. "I happen to like my clothes, thank you very much."

"I like these clothes." Paul pinches my ripped shorts between his fingers before resting his hand against my inner thigh. "I think they're sexy. I mean, until yesterday, I'd never seen your legs."

Dwayne snickers. "You got to see a lot more than her legs."

Paul licked his lips, "Hell yeah, I did."

I might've been more embarrassed if I wasn't feeling the effects of whatever drink David had given me. "Shut up."

"Make me."

He leaned forward, a shit-eating grin spread across his lips, and planted a kiss. It became hot and heavy fast, only David interrupted when he laid a leather hand on my shoulder. Its presence was enough to make Paul back off. He pouted but didn't say anything in protest.

"Boys," says David, "go get a bite to eat."

They comply instantly, but not before giving me a little kiss. My face is on fire by the time they're gone. David helps me up, taking me into his arms.

"Follow me."

He lightly wrapped his hand around my wrist and guided me out of the main den and back into the room I've slept in. There were no candles this time, nothing to illuminate his features—only the darkness.

My breathing hitched as he turned, sensing more than seeing, and drew me into a hungry kiss. I let out a soft moan, sliding my hands up and over his woolen overcoat and around his neck. David pushes me back—not hard, but enough for me to stumble over my feet and land on the mattress.

David admired me from above before kneeling onto the old mattress, caging me in with his arms. My heart skipped a beat, eyes flickering between his hypnotic blues and his lips.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" David pinned my hips with his, straddling my waist.

"Every minute," I breathe.

"Good girl."

His now bare hands skimmed over my shirt and eased me out of it. "You made it difficult to control ourselves, do you know that? If I hadn't warned them, and we hadn't known you were a virgin, you would've been looking at a very different evening."

My breath catches imagines of what could've been flitting through my mind. I lick my lips. "I would've liked it."

"Would you, now?"

"I like anything you do to me, David."

His lips curved into a cruel smile. "Don't tempt me, Rowan."

He rubbed my breasts through my bra and brought me into another searing kiss. His hard-on ground against my stomach, seeking friction for himself. He was big. Although he still wore pants, I could feel just how thick and heavy he was.

I slipped my hand in between our bodies, fingers ghosting over his erection. David hissed and pulled away enough for me to hear him speak.

"I don't care if it's your first time; I'll tie you up if you touch me without my permission again."

"Yes, sir."

It was supposed to be a joke—the alcohol, or whatever it was, making me more bold than usual. However, David's expression hardened.

David surged forward. This kiss was more demanding and hungry. Like he was trying to devour me whole. He all but tore off my shorts with an audible rip, tossing them into the corner. He stroked me through me underwear—two knuckles pressed flat against my lips, coaxing my arousal.

I whimper. "Please—don't tease ... I need you—I can't stand it."

David shoved down his jeans far enough to free his erection. It smacked my belly, just as thick and heavy as I anticipated. I wanted to touch it, but David's grip on my wrists was unrelenting. He might as well have been made of steel.

"Once I do this," he murmured, breathless, "There's no going back. You're mine. Do you understand?" I nod. David grabs ahold of my cheeks and squeezes. "Use your words, kitten."

"I understand."

He positioned his blunt head at my entrance, rubbing the tip up and down, catching my clit a few times before fully sheathing himself. He didn't go slow or ease me into it but went in all at once, only stopping when he'd completely bottomed out.

I cry out, fingers flexing to grab onto something, anything, but David did not let up. He let out a low, seductive groan. His nose nuzzled my own before reclaiming my lips.

He pulls away, allowing me to catch my breath. The pain subsided into pleasure. My voice was soft. I hardly recognized it when i said, "Please, move."

David pulled out and promptly slammed himself back in. His pace was slow yet forceful. Again and again, he thrusted into me, each time eliciting a little yelp from my lips.

Finally, he releases my hands in favor of gripping the sheets. My arms are around him in an instant, grasping his shirt and clawing at the nape of his neck.

David swore quietly. He lifted off of one arm, and then a thick drop of liquid hit my face.

"Open," he ordered.

I complied, my your mouth and allowing him to feed me whatever this sweet liquid was once more.