Imagine This

For Jamie

The hissing sound coming from between your teeth wasn't the result of your body slamming into the solid brick wall behind you, but rather because off the contrast between your overheating skin and the ice you were pushed up against. Shivers ran up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

You distantly reminded yourself to thank Meg for her contribution to the fact that there was a 99% chance that you would have a runny nose tomorrow. She's the one who suggested, forcefully suggested, the flimsy black see-through dress the minute Tom declared that he wanted to go clubbing. 

Keeping you trapped between the wall and his body he slammed his palms against the bricks on either side of your head so hard, you felt the vibrations running down your back from the impact. He looked at you with those piercing blue orbs, you only met like two hours ago, and, even in your intoxicated state, you could read the amusement in them. 

What Tom forgot to mention was that he would be bringing a friend with. Meet friend. 

Before you could have gotten it through your rapidly clouding mind to flip him off for being the object of his amusement, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, wrapped your legs around his waist and ground himself into your, already heated, core. 

The contrast of heat against ice was too much yet again and before you could stop yourself, your back arched off the wall and a moan fell from your slightly swollen lips. He replied with a groan when your breasts made contact with his chest and robbed you of your oxygen supply when his lips slammed to yours for the umpteenth time tonight. You felt a slight bulge pressed between your bottom and his muscular body and you moaned again when you realized he was in that state because of you. 

"You feel what you did to me?" he whispered into your ear. You bit hard on your bottom lip to keep you from saying something you should definitely keep to yourself. 

Owing him an answer, your hands traveled down his torso - from his shoulders, down his pecks and finally down to the abs you knew he was hiding underneath the plain white T-shirt - in a bid to distract him. You felt the hard muscles of his stomach clenching as your hands traveled lower and lower. Your fingertips was just about to hook around the waistband of his black skinny jeans, when he shook his head and took both your wrists in his left hand. With a groan he placed them firmly somewhere above your head. Your breathing accelerated when you saw the dark shadows forming in his eyes, turning them from striking blue to grayish turquoise. Like the sky on a stormy day. 

"Don't distract me. Answer my question", he whispered again. The huskiness of his voice sent vibrations through your body. A small smile made its way onto your face, and your tongue swept over your bottom lip in a bid to keep it from growing. You quirked an eyebrow and took your bottom lip between your teeth when your head shook in denial. Surprise was visible in his eyes, but it didn't stay there for long. He ground against your core again and it was literally taking everything in you not to moan out load again. You were biting down on your oversensitive bottom lip so hard, blood might have started oozing out of it at any moment. 

"Are you being a bad girl tonight, then? Because I like it when they play bad, it's more fun that way." His words sent a heat wave through you and you were silently wondering if you were going to combust into flames at some point during this communion. 

"You think I don't know what I'm doing to you? That you're probably soaking even though I didn't even touch you yet?" 

Your breath hitched in your throat and unable to keep it in any longer, a small moan made its way past your teeth and your bottom lip. He smiled as his other hand glided up your right thigh, making the air around you about a thousand times hotter.