What did you Expect?

Used condoms & tramp panties

Jenny's POV
My ass was above his crotch and he pushed me closer to him. He bent down and I could feel his breath in my neck. It was warm and smelled so inviting. I started moving my hips in circles to the beat while I pushed my ass harder in to him. His hands grasped hard on my hips. I lifted my hand and grabbed his neck. I let my hand slide down from his face and further down my body. I could feel his breath getting heavier. His left hand went down my thigh as his right went up towards my breast. I could really feel my heartbeat raise now. I continued to move to the music even though my knees are starting to become jello. My body is melting in his hands. On top of that he removed the hair from my shoulder so it was bare, then he begun placing sloppy kisses up my neck. I could feel my breath deepened, and so could he. "Come" Han said with a deep and heavy voice. It wasn't a question or an option, it was a command.

He grasped my hand and dragged me up the stairs. He stopped at the top trapping my body between his hand and the railing. Looking at his face I couldn't hold back anymore. I threw my hands around his neck and kissed him. He instantly kissed my back while holding one hand on my ass and the other on my waist. His tung snaked around my mouth and his hand squeezed my ass, but then he broke the kiss. He placed one hand around my waist and shoved me trough a door leading to the garage. We were now heading towards the same hallway where I thought I'd found his bedroom earlier. As he continued I realised I was completely right. The room absolutely dark. You could barely see the bed covered in what looked to be grey sheets, not that I had much time to observe before Han's lips where on mine again. His tongue was in my mouth and his hand was in my hair. I tugged on his shirt signalising that I wanted it off. He barely broke the kiss when he tossed it to the other side of the room.

Damn that body. Who knew that all that was hiding underneath all those chip bags and couch sitting. He continued kissing me, and his big hands found their way to the back of my dress. While his right hand was resting on the zipper on my back, I took a moment to take in the sight I front of me. His skin was smooth and he had the most define abs I have ever seen in my life. I'll be damned, Han had abs for life all this time. I let my eyes fall a little bit lower. He had those super totally sexy hip bones things. I let my hand slide down his chest and he ripped open the zipper. I, or should I say han peeled the tight dress of my body. I had black lace lingerie on. The black lace bra hugged my boobs perfectly. He looked at me for a minute before he tossed me down on the bed. The grey silky sheets smelled exactly like him. His scent was all I could focus on. I was completely in my own world when Han suddenly was over me with no pants. before i knew it we where between the sheets.

I was in my deep and oh so good slumber when i felt something heavy lying over my upper body. I opened my eyes and needed a moment to get used to the unusual darkness, the first thought that popped into my brain was emo lair. I had to laugh at myself while picturing Han as an Plato-booted emo. Han. Shit, snap, fuck. What the fuck had I done. I slept with Han, the man that was crushing me to the point of internal bleeding at this moment. He was laying on his stomach with his hand over me and I had a piece of his hair stuck to my lip. Not the prettiest image. In addition I could feel my reacting to the amounts of alcohol I ingested last night. I mean it was nothing like I was used to in Norway, but enough to bother me, and making me want to piss myself. Han was still in what seemed like a very deep sleep, breathing heavy and snoring a little.

I started to try to peel him off me, but that mutherfucker is heavy. So instead I tried to lurk my way out of his hold. I managed to roll on to my stomach, and damn I have bad breath. As I continued I could feel what felt like dry drool with hair stuck to it over my chin. This was really not pretty. When I finally got out of his grasp a shock of cold hit me as I stepped on to the floor. My dress was lying next to a black door, probably leading to a bathroom. I really do not want to abuse my body by entering that tight ass dress again, but what choice do I have? After five minutes my dress was on, I had located my purse and and had my heels in my hand. Han had rolled over and had the blanket laying at those super sexy hip-bone-thingys and his killer abs flashed to the open. I tip goes to his side of the bed and pulled the sheets over his very bark lifeless body before I sneaked out his room door.

It looked like a nuclear bomb had gone of at the second floor of the garage. Clothing and empty bottles was scattered all around the room, and I could stop a used condom in the corner next to the kitchen. Which I think is suppose to be a sterile area. My coat where hanging on the refrigerator door and I'm grateful that someone toke care of it. Looking at the dirty floor I slipped on my black louboutins and walked towards the staircase. "Oh nei, det der e bare unødvendig" (oh no, that's just unnecessary) I said loudly walking over a pair of tramp panties someone left behind for the world to see. I shock my head and walk down the straits to the garage. The place had been so packed that I had to park my car outside the night before. There where still a few cars left in the parking-lot,but not many. I unlocked my car and got in.

I let my body sink down in the black leather seats and banged my head in the staring wheel. I had sex with Han, and it was amazing. This was not suppose to happened. He's a dirty slut and I'm above that. The man literally had a used common and a pair of tramp panties on his floor. But it was just so so soooo god. I flipped the sun-visors down and flipped open the mirror. Holy mother of Jesus what the fuck. I looked like a dumpster diving train wreck on fire. The makeup on my right cheek was just gone and the rest of my face was smudged all around. I had one eyelash hanging in my eyebrow and the other one was in my hair. Dried drool covered my chin and my eyes looked raccoony, with a hair to match. I tried taking my hair and flipped the mirror and the sun visors back up before I started driving home. I stopped at a coffee shop to get cinnamon roll s and a coffee. As I parked my car I had everyone's attention, my baby's an absolute beauty so I don't blame them.

Since it was Saturday morning the streets where crowded, so this was gonna be fun. I took an aspirin and wiped the drool residue off my face and topped the look with my black Chanel sunglasses before leaving the car. I could feel eyes burning trough my back judging me during my walk of shame from the car to the shop. I placed my order and waited in a corner. A young girl looked up at me. She stared. I gave her a smile and she instantly turned around, rude much. I picked up my food and walked back to my car and began stuffing my face while driving home. Then it hit me. I left Han. I just left. I didn't even say something. My heart began racing. It's okey, he's a whore, probably prefer it this way. I mean does he expect me to stay? He can't, right. No his a dirty chlamydia slut. I am really overthinking this. I am a grown up, he are an grown up, we are adults, kind of. Speaking of which, how old are Han? I really don't know. All I know is that he have abs. Delicious godly abs, that I would run my fingers over everyday if I could. No, bad Jenny. I parked my car and walked in to my very gray, very empty, very depressive apartment. And trough myself on the smelly couch.

Han's POV
When I was done with Jenny she had fallen asleep. I had just layer there and stared at her. Noticing every single detail on her face and body, from the scar on her forehead to the mole under her eye. He had laud like that fore a while. Played with her hair and and caressed her shoulder. This is not me. I'm not this guy. To be honest I thought I could fuck her out of my system, but looking at her like this made him want her more. He had planned to make her leave after they've fucked, but he couldn't. I have models here almost every night and I never let them stay. I had two of the prettiest and most famous lingerie models in his arms when I saw her in the bar ordering that bartender around, making him a perfect negroni. She had revelled that she had Italian roots so that probably meant that her curls where natural. She really didn't say anything about herself at all, something that made him curious and even more attracted to her. Just then she curled up next to me, warming her cold small body using his big one. Her boobs was on his waist and his hands rested on her ass. She was not leaving this bed in a week, it was a promise he intended to keep.