You and Louis had always disagreed. Over everything. In fact, it was fair to say you didn’t think that highly of each other. So when you found out your best friend was having a party, and Louis had been invited, you felt you were well within your right mind to refuse to go. Which angered you; you’d chosen the cutest little black dress, with organza layering, and you were going to wear your hair up; and the new heels you had were to die for. But, if you went, you would probably end up putting said heels through Louis’s head. Despite your better judgement and endless begging calls and messages from your best mate, you decide to go. And arrive promptly at eight to help her set up. By ten, everyone is merry, dancing away. And you’re silently congratulating yourself on avoiding Louis when he corners you in the kitchen.
Louis: You look like a whore.
You: You’re just jealous because you’d have to pay to get someone who looks like me
Louis: I wouldn’t pay a penny.
You: You don’t have a penny.
Not your best retort ever, but it doesn’t stop the fire dancing in his eyes. With a smug smile you shoulder past him; in search for more of those cherry shots. But hot fingers grab around your wrist and yank you back. Hard. So hard in fact, your back slams against the wall you were previously leaning casually against. It steals your breath; but no where near as much as Louis pressing his lips against yours. Splaying your fingers on his chest you try to push him away, but his tongue is lapping at your bottom lip; and its warm and suddenly a knot forms in your stomach and your mouth is opening of it’s own accord. Your hands no longer pushing, but gathering material roughly beneath your palms, pulling him harder against you. Tongues battle for dominance, and he tastes of peppermint and beer, a strange combination. Hips grind against yours and you feel his cock hardening against you. You know you’re wet for him, and the groan slides unheeded from your lips as his hand trails up the side of your thigh, under your dress, and over the burning nub of your clit. He rubs against the material, the rough cotton creating friction that soon has you panting against him. You can feel the smile in his kiss; and to even the score you grab at the waist band of his jeans, unzipping the fly, carefully but quickly and sliding your hand in. Your fingers fold around his member, and you begin to pull, fingers sliding in the pre cum that oozes from him. He hisses as your fingers dip low, cupping his balls and gently kneading them.
Louis. Move.
You don’t argue, just allow him to spin you from the wall, his body pressed against your back - one to hide his significant bulge and two so you can feel the desperate need that’s radiating from him. He pushed you unceremoniously into the first available room. His fingers gathering the material of your dress and hoisting it above your hips; before hooking fingers around the band of your thong and yanking it from you. Whilst he is doing this; you two are pushing his trousers and boxers down to his ankles, pausing only for him to retrieve the condom from his back pocket. Then suddenly he lifts you onto the side; dropping to his knees he presses his tongue against your clit; before drawing it down and darting it into your wet centre. The scream that erupts from your lips is feral and your fingers knot into his hair as he brings you to orgasm expertly with his tongue. Your body shakes; and shudders as you come down from your high; but he works quickly, sliding the condom onto his erect manhood and slamming into you with no abandon. The pace is fast and hard. Breaths coming as grunts; nails scraping against flesh, teeth biting. He pulls you into another mind blowing orgasm again, white light shooting behind your eye lids. Your muscles contracting around him send his thrusts erratic, and it isn’t long before he collapses against you. Carefully he withdraws and discards of the condom before you both redress silently.
You: What was that?
Louis shrugs, and smirks.
Louis: Don’t know, but it was good.
You: Was it? See, I’ve had better…
Louis chuckles, deep and somewhat menacing before leaning forward and capturing your lips with his.
Louis: You know I always win.
You: In your dreams
Louis: Round two, soon?
And with that, he saunters out of the room. Leaving you to stare after him, in slight awe.
