Dua Lipa ~ Smut <3

Needing water

I sigh, taking the cigarette back up to my lips. I don't smoke, not normally but tonight it feels necessary. I mean, I'm stuck up in my room while my sister holds this stupid Valentines party which of course I'm not 'cool' enough to be seen at. I'm not really the partying type anyways, I'd much rather just get drunk in my own room alone than have to socialise. I guess the only plus side of nights out is the women that I meet.

I put out my cigarette and place it on my bedside table. One thing about smoking is it dries my throat the fuck out. I get up and walk towards my door, all I've got to do is just walk to the kitchen, ignoring everyone on the way and get a drink of water.

I open my bedroom door and immediately the smell of alcohol and weed hits my nose. I shake my head and begin walking towards the stairs, not looking where I'm going I end up colliding with someone else. I fall backwards, my body collapsing to the floor.

"Shit. I'm so sorry." I hear as I see an arm reach out to me. I take it and they pull me up.

When I make eye contact with my attacker, ok that's dramatic it was an accident, my jaw drops. She could collide with me whenever.

"You alright? You look a little red and flustered." She asks, a look of worry filling her face.

"Yeah...I'm good." I stutter completely speechless at the beauty in-front of me.

"I feel terrible, I'm so sorry!" She apologises.

"No it's all ok, but I must ask what were you doing up here anyways?" I question, my sister specifically made it clear that no one was to go upstairs.

"I came with my friends Camila and Lauren and I haven't seen them in a good while now so I was checking up here. I don't assume you've seen them?" She explains.

I shake my head. "It's just me up here."

"Why aren't you down there with the rest of us? It seems a shame you missing out on the fun." She smiles, taking a step closer to me.

Is she flirting? Or am I just dizzy from being knocked over...?

"Parties are lame, especially this one, they're only ever useful for picking up women and I won't be doing that tonight." I say but instantly regret it at her furrowed brow. Why the hell did I say that?

"And you don't think you'll find a suitable woman here?" She tilts her head to the side, checking me out.

Instant nerves fall over me. "I never said that."

"Correct, but you aren't looking for a woman down there right now are you? You're up here with me." She smirks slightly.

Okay. She's definitely flirting.

"Exactly, why would I be down there looking for a woman when you're right in front of me?" I smirk.

She reaches out and grabs my hand. "Yep. Looks like you found a woman."

I smile at her before pulling her back through the corridor and into my room. I close the door and turn to face her.

"Dua by the way." She says.

"What?"

"Dua. It's my name, thought you'd need it for when you're calling it out." She winks before pinning me to wall.

I look down at her plump lips, she notices and leans forward attaching them to my own. Our kisses get heavier and stronger as her hands begin to roam down my body. She takes my hand and pulls me over to my bed, throwing me on it and attaching her lips to mine again. She draws me closer to her, hands roaming all over my skin.

She dips her head low and begins kissing down my neck long and slow, pulling my clothes off my body, I reciprocate taking her dress over her head. There's barely anything between us now as we grind together, heat building. I groan into her mouth and she bucks her hips and I bite down on her lower lip, rocking up into her. She urges me to lay back, I do as she requests and she positions herself between my legs. She pushed the scant bit of fabric separating us aside, exposing myself to her.

I moan as she give me it right where I need it, continuing to get louder with every flick of her tongue against my skin her skilled movements working me up. It's almost as if she knows exactly what I want as she gives me it expertly. My hands go into her hair, pushing her even harder against myself and just as the tip of her tongue brushes over a particularly sensitive spot, I finally come undone with moans that echo off the walls.

She sits up looking me in the eyes, lust driven senses. "Now, what do you think about this party?"