Bad Boy's Bet

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Tugging on his hair which granted a muffled growl. A pair of big hands gripped my hips firmly while I rocked my hips against him slowly. His lips left my mouth and trailed open mouth kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

My chest rose and fell in quick pants as I felt my heart beat in my burning core. He was a great kisser. I thought his beard would feel weird but I loved the feel of it against my skin. His chin brushed on my collar bone while he sucked on my neck gently. The sensation made goose bumps erupt on my skin and sent a sensational shiver through my body. 

I grind my hips on him more aggressively indicating I needed more from him. The bulge I was grinding on proved he was able to provide just what I was yearning for. His hands trailed to my butt and he grabbed both butt cheeks with a firm hand on each.

I tugged at the them of his henley shirt. "Off" my voice came out hoarse and loaded with desire. I leaned back to give him the chance to get rid of the shirt. He did. His tan stomach wasn't ripped but was lean and flat. My hands trailed over his chest down to his belt. I giggled quietly when I noticed his nipples became harder from my touch. 

As I pulled on his zipper his hand gripped mine to stop me from moving. My questioning eyes shot up to his.

"You sure? You're drunk, don't want to take advantage." His voice was hoarse turning me on even more. I shook my head.

"Not drunk, tipsy. Trust me, I want this." My left hand softly invaded his bulge while my right was still is in his grip. His grip loosened as soon as I started and I could've sworn his eyes went a shade darker.

"Sure? Won't be able to st" he hissed when I took him in my hand and went over his head while stroking his length slowly under his boxers. I smiled, satisfied with the effect my touch had on him. Seeing him turned on turned me on even more.

"Condom" I whispered. He pushed me backwards lightly so he could stand up and took of his jeans and boxer in one fluid movement. A guy walking around a dim lit room with a boner kinda looked funny...

He rummaged in a nearby drawer and pulled out a little square foil. Wasting no time he pulled it open with his teeth and rolled on his erection. In no time the heat of his body covered mine while he kissed me hungrily. He raised the them of my dress to pull it over my head but I stopped the movement with by covering his hand with mine. 

He looked at me with questioning eyes. "Please" my voice came out like a childish plea. I didn't feel comfortable naked and especially not with a guy around to see everything. I knew my body is not what a guy dreamed of. It was far from the ideal body. I was too aware of my thick thighs that jiggled with every movement and tummy fat that made me look like a layered sausage whenever I sat. I was afraid it would turn him off and I needed this so desperately. I needed release. A rebound. 

Sebastian let go of my dress and stroked my thighs gently, slowly working up to my inner thigh while latching his lips to mine. His soft touch made me forget my insecurities and shot a bolt of pleasure through my body as soon as his finger touched the bundle of nerves between my legs. Before I knew it my panties were gone.

*

"Zayn is so much better off solo." Lisa said out of no where while stirring her latte absentmindedly which caused Renae to gasp in horror.

"Oh. My. God" her big hazel eyes almost rolled out of their sockets. "How can you say that?! One direction made Zayn!" She yelled slamming her fist on the table which was very out of character for Renae to do. She was the calmer and level headed one out of the three of us. She absolutely hated confrontation which just shows how passionate she was about One direction. A man who sat a table away from ours jumped at the sound of her slamming fist and nearly choked on his red velvet cake.

"So sorry" I mouthed to a group of girls that was seated on the table next to our when my eyes met their annoyed gaze. I quickly wiped the amused grin off my face when she gave me a heated glare.

"Oh please! He's been flourishing like a fücking giant Himalayan lily on steroids - and I'll have you know it takes a giant Himalayan Lily 6 years to fücking bloom - ever since he left that shitty group!" Lisa said all in one breath making sure to roll her eyes.

"Your obsession with plants is so fücking weird." I muttered after a short silence. Renae eyed Lisa with a mix of annoyance and admiration. "All though I  have to admit I'm impressed." I added. "I mean, 6 years?! I mean maybe there's still hope for me you know? Maybe I'm just a late bloomer like a giant Himalayan Lily. But in like in human years? "

"Actually it can take a giant Himalayan lily 5 to 7 years to bloom. And considering the fact you're 19 years old you'd be more of a sheep-eating plant, those take 15 to 20 years to flourish. You're almost there."

"Lisa, I turn 21 in like 3 months..." Lisa shrunk in her seat with a soft "oh". The passionate gleam in her eyes was replaced by a look of guilt and I almost felt bad for bursting her bubble. She suddenly sat up again.

"You don't even nee-"

"I need new friends." Renae cut Lisa off right her head on the table.

"You just had a whole argument about One Direction..." She gave me a dirty look. " I mean who even still list-" 

"I'm going to the restroom." Lisa said after throwing the last sip of her latte back.

"Wait, me too!" And with that I was left alone. 

I hate that incredibly awkward feeling whenever you're left alone sitting at a table by yourself. What do I do? Grab my phone? Pretend to text? Act like my phone isn't dry? Wait till they're back? Look around? Grab a book? What do you do to make it less awkward? 

My thoughts were interrupted by a dark skinned guy with cropped hair sitting down right where Lisa had been sitting. He looked familiar. His nearly black eyes looked at me expectantly, as he awaited my reaction to his presence. His full lips were formed in a panty dropping smirk and I caught myself wondering if they were as soft as they looked. I quickly diverted my gaze back to his dark eyes.

"I think you have the wrong table." I said after realizing he wasn't going to speak up. He looked me up and down which drove me crazy because i couldn't see what he was thinking.

"Nah, looks right to me." What in the hell... I raised an eyebrow to distract from the blush that stained my cheeks. I failed. 

"What... eh... Can I help you with?" My dumbass started a sentence before figuring out what I wanted to say in the first place. What kind of question is that?! Are you a waiter? I mentally scolded myself.

"Your name." He said smoothly, ignoring my awkward behaviour. Brownie points... he gets brownie points for that.

"Kenza" 

"Dominick" he said stretching his arm and holding out his large hand for me to shake it. Fúck. Oh my god. Fúck! It's him, he took the bet! Asshole!

Trying my hardest to hide my inner turmoil I gripped his hand a bit too firmly and forced a small smile on my face.

"But you can call me Dom..."