She Looks So Perfect

Chapter Eighteen

Michaels POV

Despite what most people think of me, I enjoy partying from time to time. I'm no heavy drinker, but alcohol frequently makes its way into my system.

When Hannah asked me to go to a party with her, I said yes. She said it was a low key kind of thing, and I wouldn't be uncomfortable. It was in the southern parts of Sydney, somewhere I wasn't very familiar with.

She wore a little black dress, taking the stereotypical party outfit idea. It was sleek and fit her frame nicely. She wore pearl earrings and her long blonde hair trailed down her spine naturally. She finished her outfit with red stilettos, a nice touch of Scarlett lightening her persona.

I didn't want to dress up, putting on grey skinnies and one of Luke's many Nirvana tees he'd left at my home. Sliding on my all black Vans, I grabbed my keys and Hannah's hand.

She gave me directions to the location that she was obviously already familiar with. Once there, she added red gloss to her plump lips and we entered the raving, sweaty body of people.

We approached the refreshments; she immediately went for shots. I wasn't able to get drunk though; I was driving her home. There was no way I was driving drunk with her in the car.

We found our way to a mosh pit-like group by the DJ. With each shot Hannah took, her care level lowered. I laughed, watching self-reserved Hannah get sleazy in front of other people.

Just as I realized her carelessness, I realized the amount of men staring at her. Anger and lust ripped through me as I pulled her close to me, grinding on her.

"Dance for me baby," I growled into her ear. She turned to me, a devious smile set to her red lips.

She got closer to me, her hands all over me. I saw the other men stare at the way her ass shook, ignoring the fact that it was on me. I was getting frustrated, so I walked from the pressed group of people outside to catch my breath. I was envious; she was mine, and I was jealous of the other men. Just the fact that they got to look at her angered me. Deciding I had been out for long enough, I squeezed past all the sweating bodies to find Hannah pressed up against another man. Infuriated with the both of them, I pushed past the remaining people standing between us. I grabbed her arm and pulled her off the dance floor, "Come with me."

I held onto her as I led her upstairs. We walked to the back of the hall and into the last door on the right. There was a couple laid out on the bed making out, "Leave," I said to them, pointing to the door. They looked at us with wide eyes before trailing out. I slammed the door closed, "What the fuck, Hannah? Who was that?" She was hammered, her eyes glassed and red.

"I don't know him. Chill out Michael," She slurred.

"Chill out? Did you see the way he was touching you? He practically raped you!" I ran my fingers through my sodden hair, "Lay down," I said, eyeing the bed.

She was confused, but obeyed. I climbed on top of her on the stranger's bed, nipping at her neck with my teeth. She was instantly mesmerized, the tension rising between the two of us, "You're going to learn. You'll never touch another guy, Hannah." I said through clenched teeth. I tore off her shirt urgently as she messed with the button of my jeans. I groaned, her touch was a powerful sensation that surged through my veins like the alcohol.

I rubbed her roughly through her underwear for just enough time to frustrate her before pulling away.

I stood up, pulling my pants down, "Suck my dick," I said, dropping my underwear and hovering above her.

She giggled, obviously not taking me seriously, "Do you think I'm fucking with you?" I questioned, my tone harsh.

She whimpered, kneeling in front of me. I knew she had never done this before just by the look on her face.

She swallowed hard, before taking my length into her small mouth. It was good for her first time, but her teeth were in the way, "Babe, your teeth," I grunted.

She glanced up from her position and widened her jaw span, her teeth leaving my shaft. She pushed me deep into her throat, not seeming to have a gag reflex.

I thruster into her mouth, speeding up the process. She began to get ahold of the concept, tightening her mouth around my member.

"Fuck," I said, pulling out of her mouth. I grabbed her arm and stood her up, throwing her back on the bed and taking off the remainder of her clothes. I trailed her with sloppy kisses and left harsh marks on her neck. I then thrusted into her without warning, causing her to gasp.

"Don't make a fucking sound," I said, giving her no time to adjust to my size.

I fastened my pace, moans escaping my parted lips. Pulling out once again, I flipped us over and she was on top. Once again, her lack of experience showing as she stared at me for direction.

"Ride me. Just, just ride me."

"Michael, I don't know how."

I grunted, wanting her to get on with it. I was pissed at her, and she wasn't making me any less frustrated. Taking her hips into my hands, I guided her onto my dick, "Just go like this," I pulled her up and slid her back down.

She was hesitant at first, but finally got a little more confident. After a while of that, I was close. She must have been too, because she was sloppy, and her pace slowed.

"Hannah, faster."

She pressed her hands against my bare chest and obeyed my order. I felt myself grow restless, my head throwing back as I released into her.

She kept going until she also reached her high, and fell down beside me as we gasped for breath. We laid in silence for a small while before realizing we were at someone else's home. I got up and dressed myself, opening the door, "Don't touch another guy like that again," I said as I left her in the room.

Calum's POV

She entered her room and I was nervous. What if she didn't like it? My fears diminished as she came out the front door of her house, wiping tears from her cheeks and running to me. I put the guitar down and pulled her in for a warm embrace, realizing how chilly it was outside, "I'm sorry I never noticed how bright your eyes shine or the way you look at me or how every time you laugh I have to join," I whispered into her hair.

Her shoulders bounced softly underneath my arms as I rubbed her back soothingly.

She pulled away and grabbed my hand, leading me inside. She turned on the tv as I sat down. Disappearing into the kitchen, she made us two cups of hot cocoa as I picked out a movie. This was a tradition we had created over the years, but that night, it was something different.