Pretty Boy

Four

The moment my flat covered foot touched the tile of the house party, I instantly regret ever inviting Rita and letting her talk me into coming to this. One reason is because it was barely nine o'clock and another is because I just spent twenty dollars on junk food that we aren't even going to eat.

The large house is crowded with teenagers dancing and drinking, looking like they're having the time of their lives, and maybe they are, but once day light hits - it's going to be the exact opposite.

"Let's go!" Rita shouts over the bass and grabs my hand. She drags me through the mob and into the kitchen, where it's not as full. On the marble counter there's multiple drinks from plain old water to straight liquor like vodka and - whiskey? I thought only old men drink that.

I grab onto a can of Coca Cola, snapping the tab and taking a sip.

"Please tell me you're not going to drink that the whole time?" Rita asks from besides me. I look over to see her with a red plastic cup, no doubt with alcohol.

"So what if I am." I say. I wasn't, I did plan on drinking just a little bit. If I am going to spend my night here against my own will, then I might as well have a little fun. She doesn't need to know that though.

"Ugh, you're such a drag," She mumbles as she pulls out her phone, "I'll catch you later, Brody's here."

I say my goodbye and watch her scamper her way back into the living room, searching for her boyfriend.

And now there is one.

Sighing, I poor the rest of my soft drink into a plastic cup and poor an amount of alcohol in.

May the party begin.

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A song by Nikki Minaj is what has me grinding with a group of girls in the dancing crowd. My intoxicated state is giving me the thrill and confidence to sway my hips and have a fun time. My back is pressed against the front of this girl in a tight black dress, and my front is against the back of another who is just wearing a short skirt. And I can hear my own laughter mixed in with theirs.

I like being tipsy.

"Baby, grind on me!" I shout out, swaying my hips to the song. I toss my head back and close my eyes, a large grin taking over my face. I like parties.

Feeling a strain in my neck, I drop my head back to normal and look around the crowd to see if I can find Rita and Brody, but instead of finding them, I find myself locking eyes with dark blue eyes.

Louis isn't wearing the same clothes that he was wearing earlier today. He sports a black wife-beater and leather pants, and wow, did he look good. He's standing with other people, whom I recognize as the ones he was sitting with at lunch.

I don't look away, I can't. I'm stuck looking into those blue orbs that is his eyes, and I continue to grind against the girls around me, more gracefully than before.

I can feel the tug of my bottom lip between my teeth as I bite down, gosh. Looking at this man has me going to innocent dancing to horny slut in just a matter of seconds.

He stands up straight and makes his way over to me, making my heart race in my chest. If the music weren't so loud I'm sure he would have heard it.

When he's close enough, I push past the group of girls so that it's just me and him in the crowd.

When he's inches away, he doesn't say anything, just places his hands on my hip and pushes his knee between my thighs, and just like that we start to press against each other.

The feeling of his smooth leather pants touching my exposed skin sends a pleasurable shiver up my spine. His leg pressed against my pelvis and mine his, our chests touching. I'm so fucking horny.

"So, this is what the pack of soda was for?" I ask against his ear. I have to force myself not to moan out loud with the way his hot breath is hitting the side of my neck.

He hums, but still says nothing. My hands that lay on his chest slide up to wrap around his neck to bring him closer, if that is even possible, and his slide down the curve of my back to the swell off my ass - making my dress ride hire.

His fingers dig into my skin as he gives it a tight squeeze, making me rub exceptionally hard against him with a squeak.

"Have you drank?" He whispers in my ear, and I can feel the cold metal of his lip piercing grazing my lobe. Oh fuck me.

I nod my head with too much speed and sway off balance, but with his body pressed against mine, I don't fall.

Next thing I know my hand is in his, and he's pulling me up the stairs.