𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟓 || 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧

CHAPTER 9: 𓆩♡𓆪

CW: Explicit sexual content

I was waiting against a wall for Casey to come out of the bathroom.

I held her drink and my own, slightly anxious. She's been in there for so long already.

There isn't a crowd, thank goodness. Just a couple of people making out with each other.

And that's when I turn my head and see the Viper, marching up here like she's on a mission.

Her gaze lands on me, and my cheeks flush.

But she looks at me differently tonight. Usually, she scowls at me, but there's very obviously lust in the way she looks at me this time.

"Hey Liz," I say under my breath, but I don't think she hears me despite her standing right infront of me now.

Because she grabs my chin, tilts my head up, and kisses me.

..

..Is this really happening?

I'm stunned, yet she seems relaxed about all of this, because her fingers move from my chin to cup the back of my neck.

My hands tighten around the drinks I'm holding, and her tongue swipes against mine. I moan softly, pulling away and turning my head to not look at her.

"Lizzie, this is wrong.." I murmur.

"So?" is all she says, her hand turning my face back to hers.

My cheeks feel hot. I hope she can't see that I'm the same shade as a tomato right now.

She kisses me again, more hungrily, and I let her.

Goddamnit, I let her.

Hugh doesn't taste as good as she does, though, and I can't help but feel horrible for enjoying this.

It's just the alcohol, is what I repeat to myself over and over in my head.

Heat builds up in my core as I start reciprocating her kisses with the same kind of hunger she has.

I moan into her mouth when we part for air and she swallows it greedily with another kiss.

Her hand finds one side of my waist as she presses me into the wall, her leg slipping in between mine and keeping my weak body up.

I squeeze the cups in my hands, wanting to just wrap my arms around her and ride her thigh until I explode. The way her jeans rub against me so perfectly is enough to make me burst.

Lizzie's hand moves from my hip to my waist, squeezing it before raking upwards and taking one of my breasts in her hands, groping it gently. My hips rock back and forth on their own accord.

"Beautiful," She murmurs, her pupils blown big as she gazes down at me, our breaths and my sighs intermingling.

I can see the flush on her cheeks and can tell she's drunk. I can't help the disappointment I feel that Lizzie wouldn't do this with me if she was sober.

She kisses me again and nips at my bottom lip, eliciting a soft mewl from me as she purposely presses her thigh harder against me so I experience more friction.

This is what I get for wearing tights and a dress.

My back arches as I get closer and closer, and I'm sure she can feel it from the way I'm writhing against her body, but everything stops as the bathroom door opens.

Casey.

"Katie, let's get going," She chirps obliviously.

Lizzie is off of me in a second and I'm breathless against the wall, my knees almost buckling because she wasn't there to hold me up anymore.

Casey blinks at me.

I immediately straighten and readjust my dress, hoping my bun wasn't too messy and still intact.

I hand Casey her drink and nod.

"Yeah, let's get going. Mhm. Like, leave, or like, leave leave?" I don't even know what I'm talking about right now.

My eyes search for Lizzie but she's gone.

Casey's words don't register in my head as I follow her blindly down the stairs.

I feel sick - Nauseous.

Must have been the apple I ate from earlier today.