The Guy Who Gave Up His Jersey (New Version)

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WARNING: Read at your own risk, more mature content ahead. 

His hands landed on my hips, tugging me lower on him. Once again, I was feeling his growth underneath me. I wanted more. I wanted Alejandro to rip my clothes off and take me. His lips made contact with my neck, when his teeth sunk down, a soft moan escaped my lips. He pulled on the end of my shirt and pulled it off of me.

His face made contact between my cleavage and he left wet kisses. I threw my head back, enjoying the sensation running through me. He undid my bra and tossed it to the side. He took a moment to admire my breast, before his eyes locked in with mine. Without much thought, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast. He knew what I wanted him to do to me. The dark glow in his eyes told me he wanted to do the same.

His teeth sunk in the most sensitive part of them and I lost it. I couldn't wait anymore. I reached for his jeans and unbutton his pants. I tugged them down and he stopped me.

"We need to stop. We are drunk." He chuckled.

"I don't want to stop." I weaved. "I want you...inside me." My eyes stared him down. My hands remained on his bulge. He wants me too and who cares if we are drunk. Aren't best mistakes made drunk!

A low growl escaped his lips. "If you were any other girl I'd love to fuck you, but you aren't any other girl. I don't want to fuck you in my car. You don't deserve to be pleasured here." He closed his eyes.

"Then pleasure me somewhere else." I whispered.

His eyes snapped open. He grabbed my shirt and placed it over my head. When I was covered up again, he kissed me softly this time. Taking his time to tasting the inside of my mouth. He didn't want to have sex with me and I wasn't even mad about it.

My body wasn't much in control now. Buzzed me had faded and I was thinking clearly. I'd have bolted out and acted like it never happened but it did. The drunk me, the smart me, the real me-they didn't care I kissed Alejandro-deep down lustful Juliana wanted to know how it felt being touched by him.

I departed myself away and sat down next to him. We didn't talk much after that. He pulled me closer to him and we got comfortable in the back seat. Our high had gone away and a tired state zoned over us. I snuggled real close to him and knocked out.

We awoke to the sound of our phones going off. I had heard my phone buzzing for awhile but I didn't want to wake up. I was too comfortable. Alejandro was the first to reach for his phone.

"Oh fuck. Juliana, wake up!" He shook me up. I groaned and wrapped my arms around his torso.

"No." I said.

"It's eleven! The ceremony is in an hour!" He yelled.

That woke me up. I straighten myself out and looked at my phone. 2o missed calls from mom. 30 text messages from Xavier. 10 text messages from Demi. They were all asking me the same question where the hell I am at.

I looked at Alejandro with the same panic look. "We can't show up to the house together." I was the first to speak.

"I know. But I can't drop you off and go home. There's not enough time."

"Just drive. I'll think of something." I told him. He jumped over to the drivers seat and started the car.

As I started to think of a lie to make up to my mom, my phone rang again. This time it was Mindy calling.

"Hello?" I answered.

"I'm putting my ass on the line for you. I told your mom I picked you up early to get ourselves ready. I have your dress at the house. Now, please fucking tell me your with my brother!" A hint of curiosity lingered in her voice.

"Ugh, yeah. We had too many drinks and ended up falling asleep in his car. We are on our way there."

"Hurry! Im going to want details Juliana!" She giggled and hanged up.

Details! She's not even getting the real version of what went down last night. Alejandro looked at me through the mirror and raised his eyebrows.

"Mindy, she says for us to go to the house. She has my dress there. She vouched for me."

Alejandro made a face. "That's great." He said sarcastically.

"Im not going to tell her about last night." I confessed. "You aren't either."

"I don't have to tell her, she already knows what happen. It's Mindy. She can put one and one together."

"Nothing happened, we made out. That's it." I shrugged.

Us making out, touching-groping against each other won't happen again. I promise.

It wasn't a mistake.

I just can't let it happen again.