How To Be A Heartbreaker • MC

One

Rule number one is that you've got to have fun. But when you're done, you've got to be the first to run.

I giggled as tonight's victory trailed his deliciously plump lips down my neck. This one was easy. Just a few sways of my hips on the makeshift dance floor and he was practically begging me to join him upstairs. And who was I to disappoint such a pretty face?
By his expert knowledge of the whereabouts of the bedroom he was leading me to, I presumed that he was the host of this party. And as the polite guest I am I thought it was only fair to thank him for throwing such a spectacle. After the agonizingly long journey to his bedroom -- mansions always make the trip such a hassle -- I was finally being pushed against the door, his lips devouring mine as he fumbled with locking the door. My hands roamed his muscular torso over the offensive material that covered it. He clearly caught on and detached himself from me, wasting no time in ridding himself of his shirt. I bit my lip as i took in the sight before me; broad shoulders with a delicious chest and abdomens of steel. The sweat from a mixture of dancing and our previous antics glistened beautifully in the moonlight cascading through his large windows.
"Enjoying the view, baby?" His arrogant voice bringing me back to reality. I smiled coyly in reply, placing my fingertip on his chest and began backing him up, tantalizingly slow, until he fell to his king sized bed. He quickly pulled me on top of him and I couldn't help myself but to giggle at his attempt to gain dominance. His large hand found its way to the back of my neck, bringing my face down to crash our lips together.
Our mouths moved together roughly as I relished in the taste if his lips: liquor and man. But, as all of the others, no spark. Not that I was naive enough to expect it, but what can I say? I'm a romantic at heart.
I felt his hands begin to roam my back. They're always so eager. It takes all the fun out of it. Once I felt his finger tips on the back of my thigh, slowly dipping under my skirt, I pulled myself up but not before teasingly tugging of him bottom lip as I stood. The poor boy looked up at me with confused puppy dog eyes. I leaned down to breathily whisper in his ear "thanks for a great party, darling." I sauntered towards the door before he called out.
"C'mon! Don't be a fucking tease!" He fumed. I smirked as I turned and saw the state he was in; face red with both anger and arousal while a tent was resting painfully in his pants.
"But where's the fun in that?"" I replied innocently. I couldn't help the grin spreading its way across my face -- pride had always taken a liking toward me. I blew a kiss to my flustered victory before turning back and making my exit.