Goal of my life | Kenan Yildiz

Wet revenge

Erica gave me a confused look and gently kicked me under the table. I looked at her and with a look said "I didn't know."
After dinner Erica suggested we head to our favorite bar, since it wasn't a real party if we didn't have at least some alcohol mixed in.
We were already seated inside, and Erica ordered a tray of shots that would last an entire football team. Of course, Kenan refused to drink and only ordered water. "Party pooper - why did he even come?" thought I, and downed 3 shots in a flash. I knew I would regret it, but at this point I didn't care.

The evening was getting tense, and Erica and Tarak wouldn't let go of each other. They headed to the dance floor and left Kenan and I alone on the settee. I admit, it was awkward, but the alcohol made me pretty confident, so I decided to take the initiative on it.
-"So what? Are you a bachelor again now? 'Oh wait, you were before,' I said, laughing.
-Belle, you're drunk. Do you want me to drive you home? - he said to me seriously.
-'Oh no, Mr Yildiz, don't take me home. You want to take advantage of me. - I laughed again
At that moment he grabbed my arm and pulled me gently to stand up. -Go. - He ordered me. If I'm being honest this turned me on slightly.
I didn't resist but followed him. We ended up in the parking lot, walking towards his car. I meekly climbed in, and so did he. He didn't say anything. We drove off. The alcohol had its say and I did a big stupid thing. I put my hand on his thigh, sliding it up. I felt him tense.

-What are you doing? - ' He whispered, looking down at my hand, then focusing on the road again.
I giggled and bit my lip. He looked into my eyes, and this time I read something else in place of indifference - desire.

Just as he parked in front of my building a very heavy rain came down. From the car to the front door we both got very wet - we were downright soaked.
-You can dry yourself upstairs. - I told him as we waited for the lift.
He just nodded. We walked into my apartment. He took off his t-shirt and threw it on the floor. The view of his incredible body, which was even sexier when wet, was revealed before me. I bit my lip and couldn't say anything.

-Don't look at me like that, please. You're driving me crazy. - He whispered, coming closer to me.
I walked backwards until I felt the living room window behind me. I could hear it raining loudly outside, but even louder I could hear my heart about to skip a beat. At that moment, he grabbed my wrists, lifted them and touched them to the glass, kissing me passionately.

Suddenly he grabbed me by the waist, lifted me slightly and turned me so my back was to him. He pressed my back with his palm so I was bent down. I felt him lift my wet dress and pull down my panties. I heard him unbutton his pants and in a few seconds I felt him penetrate me. I moaned in slight pain and pleasure at the same time.

-'I don't want you slipping out of me ever again. - ' He whimpered while breathing raggedly. He increased the pace more and more. I moaned louder and louder, I was so close to orgasm.
I was almost on the brink, and he suddenly stopped. I felt him move away from me and turned around. I saw him putting his saggy t-shirt back on.
-Dream about me tonight. - He said and winked at me. Then he walked out.
What?! I can't believe he just left me like that - wet and praying for him. Complete idiot! Loser.
I opened the window and saw him unlocking his car.-"You'll never see me again! I shouted
-'While I was upstairs I heard that you wanted more, belissima. - ' He laughed and winked at me.
-Idiot! -I screamed and he blew me an air kiss. I slammed the window shut.

I can't believe he did this to me. Was it revenge? He didn't know who he was dealing with!