𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒄𝒆 | 𝒈𝒙𝒈

𝑰 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆, 𝑼𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚...

We arrived at Ashley's house, I rang the bell and Em stood behind me, I could feel her eyes scanning my body which means I earned another point, I love winning this game.

The door opened and Ash greeted us both warmly with a hug, then we walked inside.

At first everyone seemed to be looking at me, which I was used to, but it didn't take long for their eyes to travel to my beautiful angel.

I could feel my blood boiling inside my veins, my nostrils flaring like a crazed bull. She is my angel, mine, belongs to me, and I don't appreciate the boys looking at her like she's their prey, like she's just another piece of ass they can fuck and tell their buddies about to nurture their fragile egos. 

My hand uncontrollably shot to her shoulder, my touch was light as I didn't want to startle her, but I needed everyone of those fucking assholes to know that Em was off limits. She was mine to look at, mine to tease, mine to touch and mine to fuck. Eventually, when I fucking grow a pair, that is.  

I could feel her tense under my touch at first, but after a moment she adjusted and her shoulder slumped back to its original state. We greeted everyone with smiles, well Emily did. Her plump cherry lips twisted into a subtle smile, it was shy and innocent and charming in its unique way. I, on the other hand, kept my lips pursed into a thin line as I let my eyes warn everyone to back the hell off. 

  We found our spot on the velvet royal blue loveseat, right across from Chris' hungry gaze. It was fair that he's mad at me for the other night, I ended up screwing the girl he brought while he thought he'll be screwing one of us. But I still wasn't a fan of his obvious attraction towards Emily, the way his lips curved into a cocky smirk, how he manspread all over his seat to assert his dominance, how he was openly checking her out. It all annoyed me, and amused me, it was always amusing when guys thought acting a certain way will make them more of a man. So fucking delulu. 

...

Two hours later we were both tipsy, no one was really getting drunk so she didn't have a chance to prove herself yet, but we did drink a bottle of wine together and she's still okay. Safe to say she's not lightweight at all.

She was now sitting on my lap, our legs tangled together, my right hand was wrapped around her waist possessively as my fingers grazed against the soft skin between her top and jeans. My head was resting on her back and my left hand casually played with one of her golden locks, twisting it around my fingers over and over again.

I had a mix of unholy thoughts going through my mind, most of them included my hand pulling her hair so that her face was facing up, leaving her neck exposed for my lips to take care of, my right hand exploring between her thighs. Another one that popped frequently to my mind was having her seated over my face as she rode me, my hands locking her in place so she can't run away from the pleasure I was about to give her. I wanted to have her seated on my face until she begged me to stop, and even then it'd be incredibly hard to let her go. 

Every now and then when I remembered I am in public I'd force my mind travel to a different kind of thoughts, mostly about how strong was her effect on me. I was intoxicated but I think it's mostly Emily and less the wine. Her sweet smell was like a drug to me, I couldn't get enough of it, of her. Her soft glowing skin and soft golden hair, her soft hypnotizing laughter and her soft tone when she spoke. Emily was just really soft and I just wanted to drown in her forever. 

She was shy at first and only spoke when someone asked her a question, but when the wine kicked in she became the life of the party. Everyone were looking at her, how could they not?