HEDONISTIC

4. This chapter is mostly fucking

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"Oh fuck Frankie you're so tight"

James whispered into her ear as he humped her like some type of animal, she fought the urge to roll her eyes and instead moaned tugging his hair acting like if his dick was her salvation.

Frankie didn't care about James that much, she never really did but he didn't care about the fact that she was 16 each time he pounded into her so it was a win-win situation.

Amber always told Frankie that he was taking advantage of her but what she didn't know was that Frankie was taking advantage of him too. His cabinets were full of liquor, his bedroom side table was full of designer drugs he got at after parties and he didn't mind having one side conversations, so she wasn't really complaining besides they weren't exclusive: she could see the red underwear that wasn't her size under the bed and that was ok.

She focused her attention on the cracks in the ceiling of his apartment as he was gripping her for dear life; she was too numb to feel the pressure of his weight against her. The pills that he gave her when she arrived at his house at two am after Louis' birthday made her feel like she was underwater.

They were just friends, the type of friend that you would have sex with on the kitchen counter when your parents weren't home, she liked to think that everybody should have that type of friends.

She felt his forehead touching hers and his hot breath that smelled like coffee on her mouth, he took a taking piece of her hair and started saying sweet nothings into her ear- he was close she concluded, he only said stupid cheesy lies like " you are the only girl that I have ever loved" when he was about to cum.

She refocussed her vision on the cracks once he buried his head in her neck. Frankie let out a small porn-like whisper for encouragement wanting the whole thing to be over, it wasn't that James was bad at sex, he was great she just didn't feel it, honestly she just didn't feel  anything.

It was like her whole brain was made out of putty but she still let him fuck her because even though she felt like a thin piece of paper the tight grip on her hips made her go back to reality.

It made her feel important even if it was only a diluted illusion created by his hands as he was forming bruises on her thin paper skin, but it was ok.

It all didn't matter, she didn't care because at that very moment she was important. Frankie was like the oxygen traveling through his veins and every time she felt the heavy breathing on her neck she felt like he was trying to breathe her in.

She knew he didn't care about her, not properly at least but at that very second she was the most important thing in the whole world, for his dick at least.

"Oh baby I'm gonna-" his voice was muffled by the pillow, but he didn't need to say anything Frankie got the message.

"Finally". She though as his body relaxed and his breathing went back to normal, they stayed like that for a minute, intertwine as James was trying to catch his breath and Frankie was pretending to do so too.

He turned over, their arms touching, Frankie's eyes were still fixated on the ceiling cracks in the old rented London apartment. They stay like that for a while in silence the only noise was coming through the window as cars and people were passing by.

"Frankie?" James said tuning his neck looking directly into her face, she was still looking at the cracks in the ceiling. "Yeah?" She said.

" I wanted to ask you something.." He was met by silence"Well ask away" she said after a while for the fist time in forever deviating her sight from the ceiling and looking directly into his green eyes.

" You remember Diane? The girl I had a thing with back when I was studying film making in Los Angeles? Well she became the big deal. Apparently she's like a proper director Frankie and she called me like a week ago telling me she would be here this week shooting a music video, she asked me if I could help her out and that's a big fucking deal for me."

"How am I involved in this?" She asked frowning, she didn't know where he was going on about.

"I just wanted to know if you'll like to come with me? Diane asked me if I could bring somebody to be the makeup assistant the girl that was going to do it called in sick and I thought maybe you could"

Just as Frankie's was opening her mouth to decline his offer he said: " Before you say no it's a 100 quid the hour". Fuck, she couldn't say no with that offer in consideration, with that money she would be able to finally buy that leather jacket she saw at the mall.

"Sure, whose music video is it though?" She asked genuinely interested.

"It's The 1975 i think, don't really know I do know it's going to be the first single for their album, it's called Love me"  James said getting out of bed and putting on the boxers that were on the floor.

"Well, that's the dumbest song title I've heard in years" She whispered to herself.