angel~dallas winston

Short shorts

guys this is so random but smut is so different than what actually happens and it honestly makes me laugh so hard. anyway that's all

Mackenzie

"Mackenzie come in the kitchen dear," My mother called. I finished covering up my hickeys after whisking then all morning and I went down to the kitchen. "Yes?" I asked.

"Your father and I are going to take Bob down to see the campus of Yale," She said. "What?" I asked. "When?"

"We leave this afternoon, we come home in three days," She said. "I thought he wasn't applying to an Ivy," I said. "We spoke with him and he changed his mind," She said. More like you forced him to change his mind.

"So, I'm gonna be here alone while you're gone?" I asked. "Yes, I assume you'll be safe and not do anything reckless, it's not like you've got any friends other than Olivia anyway," She said. I took a deep breath. "Yes ma'am," I said. "You know the rules," She said. "We've left you a bit of money for food, nothing else, understood?"

"Yes ma'am," I said. "Good, we have to leave for the airport any minute now, don't do anything idiotic," She said. "I won't," I said. "Good, off you go then," She said. I walked upstairs and jumped onto my bed. I waited til I heard them leave to pick up the phone and call the bar.

The like started ringing as I waited. "Hello?" A voice said. "Hey is Dallas there? This is Mackenzie," I said. "I'll get him," He said.

I waited a minute or two before Dally picked up the phone. "Hey doll," He said. "Hey," I said. "So good news," I started. "What?" He asked. "My folks and Bob just left to go tour Yales campus, I've got the house to myself for three days which means," I said. "On my way," He said. The phone was hung up and I laughed before putting the phone down.

I would've changed into a more appealing outfit, but I didn't care enough. My hoodie and short shorts will do.

I went downstairs and opened the fridge, grabbing a can of coke. I sat down on the couch and read my book until he got here. He didn't bother knocking since nobody was home. "Hey," I said. "Hey," He said. He walked over and sat down next to me. "I can't believe my girlfriends some genius that likes to read man," He said.

"Reading is fun," I said. He stared at me with a disgusted look and I couldn't help but laugh. "You're cute," I said. "Cute?" He asked. "Yep," I said, marking my spot in my book.

I went and set my book on the counter along with my coke. "Jesus christ," He said. "What?" I asked. "Those short are fucking tiny," He said. "Your whole entire ass is out," He added as he walked towards me. "That's why I only wear them at home," I said, grabbing onto the collars of his jacket. I pulled him towards me and kissed him. "You should wear them more often," He said.

I smiled and turned around, walking towards the fridge. "Want a coke? beer?" I asked. "Your folks just have beer lying around?" He asked. "Dad does," I said. "I'll take a coke," He said. I tossed the can to him and he caught it.

When he opened it, it exploded. I couldn't contain my laughter as he started cussing himself out. I grabbed some napkins to clean it up.

"You cannot be on the ground in those shorts with your ass looking that good," He said. "You're a perv," I said, standing up. "It isn't my fault you have a good ass," He said. I rolled my eyes and laughed, throwing the paper towels away.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close to him. He picked me up and set me down on the counter.

He put his hands on my cheeks and pulled me in, placing our lips together. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to mine. He moved his hands down to my ass, pushing it into his body.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he picked me up, moving us over to the couch. He laid me down carefully before moving his hands inside my sweatshirt. His hands were warm, but that didn't stop them from sending chills down my body. I shivered at his touch every time.

His grip on my waist was tight, but not to the point of hurt. It was as if he was worried I'd go somewhere and he wanted me to stay.

But I was never going anywhere.

I flipped over so I was on top of him and kissed him harder then before. He reached for the bottom of my sweatshirt before pulling away. He just stared at me for a second, scanning me up and down. "Can I?" He asked. I nodded and helped him pull it over my head.

He threw it to the side and pulled me back in, running his hands up my back. I grabbed the sides of his jacket and pushed it off of his shoulders.

He sat up, pulling my waist closer to his. He rocked my hips back and forth, gripping tighter as I moved. He attached his lips to my chest as I fumbled with his belt.

I unbuttoned his jeans and reached behind my back. I unclipped my bra and let it fall down and off my body.