A few days have passed since my little experience with jeff in the shower, I haven't heard from him since that. But I really didn't think of it much because I knew he would come back eventually. But also because it's my Birthday!
My cousin was of course the first one to congratulate me, she send me a really long text.
Afterwards we all celebrated with my family.
But not only that, we were going to celebrate my birthday with my friends at Jeff's house. I was excited about the party, but mostly about seeing Jeff again.
My cousin and I arrived at their house before anyone else did, my cousin wanted to make sure that everything goes according to her plan.
We talked a bit with liu and he also congratulated me. I was confused because jeff wasn't there but I just shrugged it off.
More and more people came, I didn't even know a few of them, but I also didn't mind.
We all had a lot of fun, we were dancing, drinking and just enjoyed ourselves. And then I spotted him. Jeff. He stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall watching every movement I make. I felt my cheeks and body burning up so I smiled at him. He started walking towards me, and as he stood right and front of me he held my waist, pushing me near him. Our body's touched and I missed this feeling, I missed him.
Then suddenly he kissed me, I was confuesd because he had never done anything like that in public, especially not if people are directly next to us, but I didn't mind. I put my arms around his neck and leaned more into the kiss.
He stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes. "Happy birthday" he said coldly. I wanted to thank him but in the next moment he was gone. I was left there standing dumbfounded.
My cousin interrupted my thoughts and screamed "Qzenggecv what's uppp?" she has to be drunk I thought to myself. "Nothing what about you?" I said while smiling, because of what she was doing. She danced and then stopped and looked me in the eyes. She looked so serious, "Digga are you fucking with jeff now?" She began, "Whaaaaaaaattttt daaaaa heeeeeellllllll" with that she dragged me into the kitchen where she took another shot.
It was almost 11pm so the house became emptier and emotier, a few people were still dancing or drinking my cousin went outside, probably to smoke. I was bored so I decided to check up on jeff, I walked up the stairs right into his room, which to my surprise was empty. Where could he be? I felt a sharp pain hitting me and everything became dark.
Then suddenly after I guessed a while, everything became clear again and I noticed that Jeff had come towards me with a raised knife and was about to stab me. Instinctively, I pushed him against a the wall while skillfully snatching the knife from him and holding it to his throat. He looked at me surprised and slightly shocked. He was obviously not used to someone standing up to him. A grin spread across his face.
"Impressive, are you going to kill me now?" he asked, almost a little amused. " Perhaps I don't know. " I said too grinning and cutting his neck a little. He gasped in surprise and a small trickle of blood ran down his neck. I didn't really know what had gotten into me. Why did I do this, why was I so relaxed, why wasn't I afraid? It was like someone else was controlling my body, or more like my common sense had shut down. I looked into his eyes and saw something other than surprise and amusement flash there. Was that... Was that pleasure? As soon as I noticed this, he turned us around and pushed me against the wall, holding my wrists tightly. I gave my wrists a test tug to see how strong he was. He already had a damn tight grip. "You're pretty tough, little one," he said, grinning.
I ducked under his arms as they tried to grab me, on my way out I cut myself in the hand with the knife that was still in my other hand and pushed him against the wall. I didn't know why I was doing this, it must have been the amount of alcohol I consumed.
With one hand I placed the tip of the knife at his throat so that it would impale him if he leaned forward, and with the other hand I held one of his wrists. He started to tear his hand away. "Ah ah" I said playfully reprimanding and pressed the tip of the knife into his neck. Blood flowed down the knife. I looked into his eyes and now there was undoubtedly lust in them and that somehow appealed to me. In other words, it didn't exactly leave me cold. I bit my lip. He slowly moved his free hand towards mine and when I let him, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and brought the hand in which I was holding the knife to his mouth and licked the blood from the back of my scraped hand. "Mhhh, delicious," he whispered harshly. I had become careless and loosened my grip. He took advantage of this, roughly grabbed my wrists, turned us again and this time pressed me even harder against the wall. I tried to break away again but this time he held me too tightly.
Somehow this whole situation really turned me on.
His tight grip, the lust in his eyes. He must have noticed that because shortly afterwards he kissed me. And how he kissed me. Dominant, possessive, almost rude. Without hesitation I returned the kiss. His tongue entered my mouth and unleashed a wild battle for dominance. He pushed his body against mine and when I felt his bulge on my hip it made me gasp, winning the tongue battle. Gasping for air, we pulled our mouths apart. He had enough of it and pushed me on his bed, he stripped my clothes off and I tried pushing him away, to my surprise it worked so I pushed him on the bed and sat on top of him. I took of his shirt and opened his belt.
He turned us around of it but this time had a hard grip on my hands that were above my head. He ripped my clothes off of my body and pushed himself all the way in without preparation.
After a while he came inside of me and laid next to me. I put my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He stroked my head and played with my hair. "You're so beautiful you know." I was to tired to answer so I just cuddled up more to him. "I love you" was the last thing I heard before falling asleep.
