A/N this is my first story and I came up the idea with my friend. She writes the smut parts of the story and you should all go follow her on tumblr http://hemmingual.tumblr.com she's amazing xo
This chapter is also quite short because I want to see if people like it first, like and comment x
chapters start to get longer later on, I promise xo
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It was Rosie’s 18th and we could finally go to a bar together though she wasn’t fond of making a large fuss over her birthday’s so it was only Rosie, Nicole and me. I took a break from dancing and made my way over to the bar. Trying to catch the bartender’s attention was difficult due to my height and the way everyone around me could easily move me. Frustrated wasn’t the word for how I was feeling when I noticed that the bartender started to move left down the bar so I made sure I kept an eye on him, waiting for him to come back. That was when I caught someone’s eye. His hair was a dark purple and black, scruffy but in a way that suited him and he had a black tank hanging onto his shoulders. My eyes wouldn’t leave him even though I knew the bartender would be coming back soon and he smirked at me. I couldn’t even look away when he lifted a cigarette to his lips, lit it and then raised a hand, beckoning me to him.
I was transfixed and probably intoxicated because I walked straight towards him, dodging other people until finally I was right in front of him. I smiled up at him, even though he was leaning over the bar slightly, “Why were you staring at me?” He didn’t answer at first, then he stood to his full height and he was towering over me. His hand went towards my waist and he pulled me closer, leaning down so he could speak into my ear.
“I’m Michael and because I think you’re hot.” I pulled away a little and although I was shocked by his bluntness it actually turned me on.
“Natalie, nice to meet you,” I bit my lip as I stared up at him and his grip on me tightened and he smashed his lips against mine. I though with his force it would hurt but I felt nothing but happy that he was kissing me.
“Let’s go back to mine,” he was mumbling in between kisses, not wanting to stop. We were out of the bar before I had a chance to give it a second thought and in a taxi to god knows where. He kept his hand firmly on my leg and another holding onto the nape of my hair. My head was tilted back as he nibbled and sucked on my neck. That was when I knew that tonight was going to be rough but honestly, I had no problem with that.
As soon as we were in his room, my back was pushed up against the door as he roughly forced his lips against mine, his tongue delving into my mouth. His eyes were dark as his fingertips danced up my thighs and under my skirt, roughly pushing my knickers to the side as he began his assault.
By the time I was on the bed and his naked body was on top of mine, I had already reached two orgasms just due to his fingers. I was struggling to catch my breath as he slammed into me, no words being spoken as he grunted above me. I had felt nothing like it before, pleasure tingling through my body at the feel of his skin against mine. He wasn’t anything like my last, he wasn’t gentle but it felt amazing. He was pounding into me and another high washed through me as he hit my g-spot. I reached up and dug my nails into his shoulders as I felt his thrusts becoming sloppier though definitely not slower. His final slam into you was the hardest of all, “Natalie…” he breathed as he collapsed onto of me, both of us worn out. “That was… you were…” Like me, he was struggling to get his breath and I chuckled as he pulled the covers over us and me towards his chest.
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that damned cigarette ↪ m.c
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