Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll ~ Chapter One
I leant against the wall, taking another sip from my Malibu and coke. The music boomed around me, the gyrating bodies of my classmates merging with the flashing neon lights. To me, the silhouettes of my friends just looked like moving black shapes against a rainbow background… The alcohol was clearly getting to me…
Someone stepped in front of me, obscuring my vision. Ashton wrapped his arms around my waist, pinning us both to the wall.
“Hey, beautiful…” he said softly. I started to laugh, but I was silenced when he pressed his lips against mine.
The funny thing was… I was kissing him back… Whenever I’d thought about kissing one of my best mates, I’d always imagined it to feel strange and, well, slightly gross. I mean, you’re going from just friends to something more. But this felt… Well, it felt normal… I was definitely drunk…
Ash began to leave a trail of soft kisses down my neck, and I felt my breathing start to quicken. Oh, I wanted him… I would’ve jumped on him right there and then if we hadn’t been in a room full of people.
“Do you want to go upstairs, babe?” he whispered in my ear. The room was so loud, but I still heard him. It was as if his voice was amplified against all the other background noises. I couldn’t seem to find my voice, so I just nodded.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the stairs, as I shoved my glass towards the living room window sill. It missed and I heard it smash on the wooden floorboards, but I was too pissed and exited to care. We both stumbled over a couple making out at the bottom of the stairs. The hallway was almost too dark, and me, almost too confused, to see their faces, but I recognised my brother’s girlfriend Louisa’s silver heart pendant hanging from the girl’s neck. I could only see the back of the guy’s blonde hair, but I assumed it was Gavin. It didn’t occur to me at all that my brother had brown hair…
At the top of the stairs he pulled me into a deep kiss, cupping my arse. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body into his. It felt like I couldn’t get close enough to him. He lifted me up, never parting his lips from mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me like this into a room on my left, laying me gently on the bed, before throwing his trainers to one side and climbing on top on me. I kicked off my high heels, pulled his face down close to mine, and kissed him hungrily. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, and I felt his lips pull up into a smile against mine. Slowly he sat up, and began to unbutton it.
He took his time undoing all the buttons, showing more and more flesh as he slowly moved his hands down the front of his shirt. I became impatient, wriggling underneath him to try and get him to move faster. He grinned at me, gradually inching off the shirt. A growl rippled in my throat, and I wrenched the shirt off of his shoulders.
“Patience is a virtue,” he said smirking, before bending down and kissing me roughly.
“Not with me, it isn’t,” I whispered.
“That is so hot…” he moaned against my lips. My giggles turned into a scream as he flipped over onto his back, dragging me with him, so that I was now straddling him. The hem of my tight black mini dress slid up to the tops of my thighs. He glided his hands up my tanned legs and pulled the dress up over my head so that I was only wearing my underwear. I reached up and took the clip out of my blonde hair, so that it fell loosely about my shoulders.
“I love your hair,” he murmured, running his fingers through it softly. I blushed. “It goes well with your underwear,” he added, winking. I whacked his shoulder.
“Don’t you get all cheeky with me,” I told him, grinning.
“Hey, I didn’t know you liked lace…” he said, playing with the side of my thong. I bit my lip. “Now don’t you get all cheeky with me,” he mimicked, smirking.
“You know you love it,” I whispered huskily, unzipping his jeans.
“You’ve done it now,” he laughed, flipping me onto my back. I opened my legs and he climbed in between them. I bent my knees and used my feet to pull his jeans and boxers down at the same time… And there it was, in all its glory…
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Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll (First in the Bad Habits Series)
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