Who Says I Want To Be Your Girl?

Who Says I Want To Be Your Girl? Chapter 4

Chapter 4

As the alcohol I had consumed settled in my vision began to blur, my head began to pound, and I couldn't seem to move my feet underneath me.  

I tried to move to sit on a couch that had been pushed up against the wall, but as I moved closer it was filled with couples making out. I steadied myself on the arm of the sofa, and cursed myself for letting him get under my skin.

It's the liquor. I thought to myself. I never let anyone get to me like this, and if he wants me, I guess he can have me.

Never has never been so soon.

I found him in the middle of the crowd. Figures. I thought to myself, knowing that the boy I had only met a few hours ago would never shy away from attention.

I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around incredulously, breaking his attention away from the leggy blonde he'd been grinding on.

"Back so soon?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Fuck you." I spat.

"Not the greeting I was expecting." He breathed. His sweet smelling breath fanning over my face.

"You-" I stopped myself as I noticed people watching the scene.

I placed my hands on his shoulders as I stood on tiptoe in order to whisper into his ear. "You said you wanted me. But once you get me, I doubt you could handle me."

"Are you challenging me?" 

I settled back down to my normal height and cocked my head to one side. I turned and peered over my shoulder as I saw his mouth open and close again. I made my way up the stairs, not totally sure if he would follow, but I didn't care. I was tired of being the good girl. I was drunk enough so that I wouldn't remember what happened and I was loving this uninhibited feeling.  

I stopped in front of what I knew to be one of Danny's guest bedrooms, and placed my back against the door and closed my eyes.

I opened them again and there he was. His brown eyes darkening even further. He placed his hands both on either sides of my shoulders.  

He raised an eyebrow and said, "'Can't handle me?' Tsk tsk. Here you are playing into my hands." 

He leaned forward in order to press his lips against mine, but before he could I opened the door that we had been leaning on causing him to lose his footing.

I raised my eyebrows and continued on in to the room, and he followed suit after he had regained his footing.  

"Minor setback." He mumbled as he closed the door and ran a hand through his thick hair.

A small fit of giggles left my lips. "Oh, you think that's funny don't you?" 

"A little." A cheeky grin played upon my lips.

He softly pressed his lips against my own. Causing my heart to accelerate and my breathing to quicken. 

"Was that funny?" He sensually bit his lower lip.

I slowly shook my head as he wrapped his arms around my waist and began walking me backwards toward the bed. He placed me on my back, gently, and pressed his body on top of mine. 

"Are you ready for this?" He asked. 

Pft. "Please. Are you ready for this? I bet 'this' will last no longer than a couple of minutes."

"You need to stop underestimating me."

"Then show me what you got." I countered.

Again, he kissed me. But this time with more passion then the first. I returned the kiss, matching his fierceness. He groaned and I smiled into his lips.

He broke the kiss, and whispered,  

"That meant absolutely nothing."

"Right." I responded, leaving light kisses along his neck.

"Oh, God." He muttered. And I took this as my chance to turn the tables. I maneuvered our bodies in a way that would make it so that I was on top. I smiled slightly and straddled his lower torso.

His hands played at the hem of my top.

"How are you faring?" I asked teasingly.

I began grinding my hips back and forth. He took off his shirt and I followed suit with my own. "Not very well when you do that."

I crashed my lips back to his as I felt his hands graze over my body as I felt his member harden below me.  

In surprise, I broke our kiss, but he took no mind and continued to kiss my jawline.

"I, uhm, I have something." 

My back straightened and I looked down at him. An odd feeling creeping into the pit of my stomach. "No."

"No? I don't know how ya'll do it in California, but back where I'm from we at least use condoms."

"No, I mean, I think I'm going to be sick," I said quickly as I grabbed my top and raced out of the room towards the nearest bathroom.

I emptied the contents of my stomach into the cool porcelain toilet. I flushed when I believed my stomach to be settled and leaned myself the large tub.

"You little slut puppy." A familiar voice gasped.

"Shut up, Liv."

"Did you just hook up?"

"What? No." I noticed my lack of a shirt. "I mean I didn't hook up, hook up. I had an intense make out session..."

"With who?" She asked incredulously as she sat beside me. She scrunched up her nose as she neared and handed me a piece of gum.

"Thanks. Eh, I don't really remember his name. I'm drunk."

She nudged my shoulder and smiled from ear to ear. "This is exactly what you needed!"

"To get drunk?"

"No, silly. To hook up with random people."

"I'd rather just go home."

"You got it babe, let me go find Jason and then we can go."

I nodded slightly and closed my eyes, readying myself for the headache that was yet to come.