Match Made In Heaven - Jason McCan Love Story

Chapter 4 The Party Animal

I almost run out of that building. God this guy gets on my nerves.

 But in a good way I guess. I'm just glad I'm out of there, I couldn't think straight.

No one ever has that effect on me…  not even Christian.

 I saw Drake waiting for me at the end of the street.

 I got in and put on my seatbelt while I lid up a joint. God I need that right now.

 "How'd it go?" Drake said while turning the car on.

 "How old is he?" I asked, cursing myself for not asking it in the interview. jeez the most simple question I forget, stupid.

 "17, why?" He asked while started driving towards our house.

 "Hmm, just wondering." I added while I took a long drag and let it go all over my lungs.

 I slowly let the smoke out, as Drake opened his mouth and asked,

 "Did he'd tell you?"

 "He thinks I was there for a interview from Harvard University… How the hell could I ask if he knows Ralph Harvey?"

 I spat at him while I took another drag and looked outside.

 "Besides when I asked about his friends, he got all strict I knew he didn't wanted to talk about that subject." I added.

 "So you know nothing?" He asked frustrated.

 "He likes to golf…" I said while giving him a smirk. He turned towards me and frowned.

 "God, your so…" he stopped and sighed as he drove faster.

 "So what?" I said while smoke escaped through my mouth.

 "Nothing,"

 "Drake."

 "Difficult. Okay your difficult." He said while his hand went through his hair.

 "Oh, I'm difficult?" I said in disbelief,

  "I'm not the one lying on the couch pasted out wasted doing who the hell knows what at night!" I screamed at him.

 "Stop," He said.

 "I mean you know Chris doesn't like it and you keep doing it. You’re so frustrating. And you just keep drinking."

 "Stop,"

 "And drinking, and drin-"

 "I SAID FUCKING STOP," He screamed while he stopped the car and I felt a cold metal on the side of my head.

 "You wouldn't dare," I said.

 "Just watch," He said, while he tightened his grip.

 "Looks like your still a little drunk maybe you sh-"

 "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he screamed.

 I raised my arms in surrender, but I knew he wouldn't shoot me. He just has a short temper.

 He pulled the gun down and started driving again. An awkward silence drive

 I went to change into my yoga pants, God I love them they make your but look amazing and they sit great. Plus I really love yoga. And baggy shirt form Christian. I took my make up off in the mirror. It was around five and I walked downstairs. Drake was gone, maybe getting food. And Christian was on the couch reading the newspaper with a blunt in his mouth. God how sexy

 "And?" I asked while I sneaked my arms around him from behind.

 "And what?" He said while giving me a smile.

 "And is something interesting going on in the world?" I said while walking around the couch to stand in front of him between his legs.

 He looked up and put his paper down.

 "Not as interesting as you," He said while pushing me onto his lab, playing with my hair.

 I looked at him while he took my chin between his thumb wise finger, He opened my mouth a bit.

 He took a drag from his blunt, and lent foreward to kiss me.

 But instead he blew the smoke slowly into my mouth. I closed my eyes.

 "Open," He said,

 "Open your eyes," He commanded.

 I opened them to see Chris looking intently at me. I closed my mouth and let the smoke go through my nose.

 He took another drag and I opened my mouth, he lent foreward and blew it in my mouth again. I leaned back with my head and let the smoke out slowly. As I turned back to him his eyes turned dark. I took his blunt and took one last drag and then threw it on the ground. I cupped his face with my hands and gave him a forcefull peck. He started kissing me back and his tongue took over, demanding my mouth. Trying to discover every inch. I felt his growing member under me and moaned. It was almost a week ago since we last fucked each other. Christian always told me Love doesn’t exist that's why we don't 'make love' we fuck… hard.

 "Maybe we should take this to our room," He said.

I blushed, but I was scared at the same time. I liked Chris and he was a good fuck. But sometimes he takes things to the next level which makes me scared to death. Especially when he would talk about the box.

"Why, I always wanted to do it on the couch?" I asked while drawing circles on his chest.

"C'monn J, I just bought something and kept it save in the box. There's no better time then now to try it." His eyes sparkled of exitment.

Now there are two things that can scare me to a point I can't talk about it any more. 1. When Chris is angry. 2. when he want's to 'try' something out of the box. And when I say box I litterly mean a box, a black leather box with a metal chain around it. Inside where whips, cuffs. Every torure tool you could imagine. Chris loves bdsm, that means one 'Chris' has to be dominant. And one 'me' always has to be the submissive so he has total control over my body. The only thing is, he doesnt know how my body works. He puts me in so much pain and he doesn't even notice.

 "I-I can't I'm going out tonight." I stutterd. It wasn't a lie, Jade my best friend wanted to catch up, and I thought why not... now.

"With who?" He asked suprised and slight irritated.

" Jade." he just nodded and I stood up, wanting to go to my room ACAP!