The Balcony
Disclaimer - this chapter includes mature themes. Please don't read it if you do not like that kind of thing.
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I felt his hand squeeze mine gently as we took our first steps into the party. I took the scene in - a buzzing atmosphere, with plenty of intoxicated people and loud music booming through the speakers. It wasn't the music or the alcohol that bothered me. It was being around so many people.
I looked up to see Pierre smiling down at me, his grip becoming ever tighter. I smiled back to show him that I was okay. I focused back on what was in front of me. I didn't recognise anybody and that made me panic on the inside. Pierre said Lando and Luisa would be here, and Charlotte and Charles. I needed to find someone I knew.
"Let's go this way," he said, taking the lead and dragging me through the sweaty bodies. I felt more at ease when we stepped into the refreshing breeze from the terrace.
"Look - there is Charlotte!" Pierre mumbled into my ear. I drifted my eyesight into his eye-line and caught a glimpse of my friend. Smiling, I made my way over to her.
"Y/N! I'm so glad you made it. It was starting to get boring without you!" Charlotte smiled, giving me a small hug.
"That's not very nice, is it?" Charles joked beside her.
"Hey Charlotte, hey Charles," I felt myself relax a little more.
"Let's go for a drink," Pierre stated as he placed himself next to Charles. The two of them were off, leaving me and Charlotte to have a catch up.
We'd been here for quite a while now and Pierre had barely spoken a word to me all night. He was off with Charles or speaking to Max and Checo. It only annoyed me because he knew how much I hated big social events. Even though I was comfortable enough with Charlotte and Luisa, it would've been nice for him to spend even a little time with me. And now the girls were begging to go and dance to the music.
"You go. I'm fine right here. I'll watch!" I smiled at them both, encouraging them to go.
The way they and the other people on the crowded dance floor moved to the music - that was something I wish I had the confidence for. I did like to dance, but not when surrounded by lots of unknown strangers. I felt much better sat back, watching them have fun and feel the music.
"I like it when you move like that," I felt Pierre whisper in my ear. His arms slowly wrapped around my waist. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Maybe, but I don't feel like it." I said, one hand clutching my drink and the other limp by my side. He nuzzled his face into my neck and gave me a small kiss. And then another. And another.
"Pierre." I said gently, nudging him slightly with my free hand.
"What? I can't show my girlfriend affection?" He asked, a smirk on his beautiful face.
"Well I'm surprised you even want to," my words came out a little more sour than I first expected.
"What do you mean?" his accent was thick and it was hard to remain cold.
"You haven't spoken to me all night, Pierre," I turned my body to face his, but his hands kept their grip on my waist. He chuckled and shook his head. That made me even more annoyed.
"I was with my friends. I thought you would prefer speaking with the girls rather than being with the boys all night. I didn't want to bother you or cling onto you."
"Cling onto me?"
"Yeah. You know. You looked relaxed with Charlotte," he gave a small smile. " I knew you were okay with her," he continued.
I couldn't be mad at him. So I relaxed into his grip and softened my expression.
"Okay, well now I want to spend time with you too." I let out a grin and he reciprocated. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I began to lose myself in his ocean blue eyes. He suddenly leant in and gave a small kiss, his lips soft. When he pulled away, he eyes had darkened.
"Let's find somewhere where we can talk better," he urged, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the dance floor.
He led me through the busy rooms and winding corridors of the party. It was a big building, more like a club than anything else but not quite as tacky. Up the stairs he guided me, until we reached a space he decided would suffice. Opening the door, he led me onto a balcony.
"Perfect," he muttered.
We had a view of the city. Barcelona was beautiful at night, lit up in the most perfect way. I felt his arms snake around me once more from behind and his lips returned to my neck, only this time a bit more passionate. He grabbed my head with his hand and turned my head towards him. His lips met mine and I immediately gave in. He tasted so sweet, so warm, so inviting.
As we continued for a few more minutes, I started to feel him grow. He was now making slow movements against my body, my neck still turned as he cradled me from behind.
"Pierre..." I whispered, almost in a moan.
"I want you." He said.
"But anyone could come through that door..." I pointed out.
"I need you," he whispered back. Nothing else, just those three words. That was enough.
His hand guided itself down my back and towards the bottom of my dress. He slowly lifted it, the material gliding up my body. I heard the zip of his trousers and a bit of shuffling which indicated he was ready. He quickly used his fingers to slide my underwear to the side.
I gasped as I felt him inside me. He moaned into my ear as he pulled himself in and out repeatedly. It was slow and felt so good.
"Pierre..." I whispered yet again.
"This feel good?" he asked, his breath shaky.
"Y-yes. It feels good." I managed to get out.
"Mmm" he moaned, quickening the pace a bit.
"Faster." I ordered, one hand gripping onto the metal bar of the balcony and the other reaching behind my head, pulling his hair to let him know exactly what he was doing to me.
He quickened the pace and I could feel his breath quicken too. I was really struggling not to let out louder moans but I was quite aware of where we were and exactly what we were doing. I didn't have being caught on my mind.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he whispered into my ear, his voice low and dark.
"I want you."
"Baby, you already have me. What do you want?" he asked, his voice slightly darker than before.
"I want you to finish inside me." I whimpered, his breath in my ear and the cool breeze of the night on my neck. Sweat forming on my forehead, his hand gripping onto my stomach, the other on my thigh. I wanted to feel him finish.
He moaned slightly louder than I had expected and I felt his thrusts become shakier than before. He was close.
"I love you," he murmured, before nuzzling his head back into my neck and letting out a final moan. He let go and I felt him finish inside me. He thrusted a few more times before pulling away.
He returned my underwear to their rightful place and pulled my dress down, lowering himself to kiss my thigh as he did so. Slowly rising again, he kissed me on the lips tenderly.
"I love you," I told him as he pulled back.
We returned back to the party shortly after, having made a quick pitstop to clean up.
"There you are! I've been looking for you!" Charlotte shouted over the loud music.
"Where have you been?"
"Nowhere," I smiled innocently.
She shook her head and grabbed my hand, leading me towards the dance floor.
"I'm going to get you to dance with me, Y/N L/N!" she demanded.
Smiling back at Pierre, I silently gave in to her request.
