CONSUME

[45] hands

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trigger warning: assault, drugs

axel conynghim

"Samantha, seriously, I don't really want to--" I started, but she cut me off.

"You've rejected me before," Samantha said. She quickly lifted her arms and tied her hair up. A few blonde hairs fell messily over her forehead. Her eyes looked at me lowly, and she licked her thin pink lips. I clenched my jaw, realizing that we're alone in a bedroom right now.

I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly at her statement.

"I don't know why you did," She said. "Don't you remember? Junior year? At that party, when I wanted to hang out with you. It was a very similar situation to this one."

I nodded, remembering that night briefly. She wanted to fuck, and I didn't. Pretty much exactly what's happening now. 

"I remember." I said coldly. Samantha walked towards me, her hips swaying in an exaggerated manner. She's wearing a pair of denim shorts that are riding up her thighs. I looked down at her waist, a small sliver of her stomach showing. I can see her bellybutton, and that she's got a piercing here. A silver ring dangled from it. 

"So..." Samantha said, and I darted my eyes back up to her face to see her smiling. Obviously she caught me looking at her body. I resisted the urge to tell her to fuck off. So I just stood quietly. "I'm hoping you've changed your mind since then."

"I haven't." I replied with no hesitation. But she hardly took that as a sign to stop. She raised her arms up and placed her palms on my chest. She pressed her fingers onto my pecs and swiped her red tongue across her bottom lip. All of this alcohol I'd drank way too early in the day was about to make me sick. 

But the way Kameron touches me and feels me up-- I love it when it's her. 

This is nothing like that. This is reminding me of something else.

"Oh, come on. You're just saying that." Samantha said. She picked up my hands and placed them on her hips. I tried to remove them but she kept them there with her grip. Then she pushed them down lower, guiding me to grope her behind. 

I frowned, feeling blood rushing to my lower stomach. 

I hate that this is slightly turning me on, and I know that it's only because of all of the weed I smoked and how much I drank. It's the fact that I can close my eyes and picture that this is Kameron I'm touching instead that makes this less uncomfortable. The way Kameron's butt feels in my hands. How her thighs make me harder than a rock.

"See, that's it." Samantha said, smirking at me. I realize now that I'm touching her ass without any guidance, and her hands are on my neck. I feel so drunk that I'm numb, not even noticing her touch on my skin. 

"No," I shook my head, dropping my hands from her waist. I'm weak, my body buzzing with drugs and alcohol. "I can't do this. I don't want to."

"I don't understand why," She said, pressed her chest on mine. I looked down to see her perky boobs rubbing on me. I gulped, ignoring the way my length is starting to throb in my pants. This is absurd. I can't stand the fact that my body is disobeying my mind. 

"You'd better understand," I shook my head, holding her fragile shoulders and pushing her away. Creating a distance from her body to mine, I said. "I don't wanna fuck you, Samantha. Stop trying so hard to get me to want you, because I don't at all."

"This says otherwise," She ran her hand down my stomach and grazed the waistband of my pants. And in a second she pushed her fingers on my crotch. I know I'm semi-hard, but it's less because of her and more because I'm high so my arousal is heightened. Anything will get me a boner right now but that doesn't mean I wanna fuck. And if I did, it definitely would not be her.