Been You

Chapter 45: Dance With Me

ELYSANDRA'S POV:

As Ryan leaves the party, I start to calm down a bit, but I'm still pissed. How dare he talk to Justin like that? Talk shit about me? That's fine, I'm used to it. People have done it my whole life. But the second he opened his mouth to talk about Justin? Hell no. Not to mention I'm drunk as hell and have no inhibitions.

"Babe?" Justin asks, bringing me back to reality. I look to him, raising my eyebrows. "That was the hottest thing like... ever," he compliments. I blush. Ugh, I love him.

"Well," I start, "what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't take up for my man?" I say, pecking him on the lips. "You look so sexy tonight, babe. What did you do differently?" I ask, pulling his body close to mine, subtly showing off my boobs. I want him. Bad.

"I gotta look good if you're gonna come in here looking like this," he flirts, obviously staring at my mostly exposed cleavage. Yes. I pull him down to my height so that my mouth is by his ear.

"I'm so wet for you right now," I whisper seductively. Hearing my words, he straightens up quickly, clearing his throat. I don't try to hide it when I check to see if he has a hard on. I bite my lip. It's definitely aroused, but not fully erect.

"Babe. We can't right now, do you see how many people are here? You know how loud we can be..." he warns, blushing. Ugh. I pout disappointedly. I plop down on the couch, and he follows suit.

"I just really want your dick inside me," I whine, pulling out every trick in the book to make him weak. I see in his face he's debating on giving in. But he doesn't. "I just want you to rip this outfit off of me. I just want your hands all over my body. I just want -"

"Ely!" He strains through his teeth, his eyes widening. I smile innocently. "We can't yet, okay? Wait until the party dies down?" I roll my eyes. This is gonna be harder than I thought. Hm.

"Can we dance at least? You know how I love to dance..." I ask. He stands up, grabbing my hand. He walks me over to what would be a dining room. The boys just use it for parties, considering they have no dining room table. Now the room is packed with people dancing closely. Justin and I find enough space to dance. I turn my body, facing away from Justin. I bend over to twerk on him, my skirt so short that my red thong is visible. I'm giving him my all, winding my hips. He slaps my exposed ass cheek, encouraging me to do the absolute most. I hear him moan lowly. I've almost got him. I straighten myself up to turn facing him. I press myself to him so that we're chest to chest. I start grinding up against him in time to the music. The contact and movement shifts my top so that my boobs are practically falling out. His lips are almost touching mine and I can feel his heavy breathing as he grinds into me as well. I feel his dick pulsing. Oh shit.

"Ely... people are watching," he breathes as I grab his shoulders to steady myself. I lift my left leg, allowing me to grind harder on him.

"I can't dance with my boyfriend?" I ask innocently, still grinding.

"I know what you're doing," he pants.

"Do you want me to stop?" I whisper in his ear. With his facial expression frustrated, he grabs my hand, pulling me toward the stairs. Yes. We go up to his room, but it's locked. No. We try the bathroom; also locked.

"Dammit," Justin lets out, his face red with frustration. "Come on," he rushes me downstairs. He pulls me through the back door of the house. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. What the hell? He pulls me into the tool shed in the back yard, closing the door behind us. He pulls me deeply into a kiss, my head spinning from the passion. "Is this okay?" He asks breathily, referring to our location.

"Oh, just fuck me already," I beg, pulling him back into the kiss.