WARNING- FOUL LANGUAGE & SEXUAL CONTENT (RATEDR) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)
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Part one
Feeling your cheeks flame with anger, you snatched the car keys off the kitchen table, scowling at your parents who are "forbidding" you to see Matt.
"Young lady! You get back her, right now!" Your mother calls after you, the same time your father shouts, "I swear if you're going to that damned trouble maker of a boy I'm going to ground you!"
Rolling your eyes, you picked up your pace toward the front door. "I'm seventeen! I can do whatever the fuck I want." You say with a fierce attitude, twisting the front door open and slamming it shut behind you.
Quickly, you jumped in your car before your parents could physically stop you. Flooring out of the driveway, you steered yourself to Matt's house.
Twenty five minutes after and you're in tears at his doorstep, knocking lightly and ringing the doorbell.
A minute ticks by before the front door opens, revealing Matt in a white tank top and cargo shorts.
You forgot how of much of a mess you looked, so you rapidly brought your hands to your eyes, wiping at them with great force; only to smear your makeup.
"Hey," Matt spoke softly, inviting you into his arms. You accepted, falling right into his chest, your makeup and tears staining his white shirt.
"Come inside and tell me what's wrong." Matt coos in your hair before pulling out of the hug and weaving your fingers with his.
You pulled you into the living room, sitting himself on his sofa, you following behind.
Matt reached for something in his pocket, his hands fumbling around before gripping a lighter and pulling it out. He leaned himself off the sofa, lifting one of the cushions that hid his illegal substances. Matt placed the marijuana on the coffee table resting in front of him, and began to roll a joint with paper.
"Matt," You said, disapproval sharp in your tone. He glanced up at you, shrugging his shoulders.
"What?" He questioned, returning to his joint.
"I thought you promised you would quit all this." Your voice is low, soft.
"Well, I don't remember promising you that shit. I was probably under the influence when I did." He retorted, but you weren't in the mood for another argument. So instead, you thought of a different way to find his interest; something to drain the heaviness from your mind.
Reaching over, your hands cupped his jaw, and you crashed your lips against his, pushing him back into the sofa. Once he calculated what was going on, his lips pressed against you with a harder force.
His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You slightly opened your mouth, allowing it as a moan rumbled deep within his chest. You haven't kissed him like this in a while due to your parents grounding you.
Suddenly, his body rose upward, his firm hands grabbing your thighs, placing you on him while he stood up, and your wrapped around his neck for support. Without disconnecting your lips, he carried you into his bedroom, wrecking his body into walls lazily as your teeth grazed onto his tongue, his tongue teasingly playful against yours.
Finally, he entered his bedroom, lowering you onto his bed without trying to disconnect the kiss. Your lips molded together in one, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you felt like you were on cloud nine with his body hovering above yours.
Slowly, his hands inched down your stomach, tugging at the hem of your shirt as he sponged slow kisses on your neck to distract you. You wiggled underneath his touch, nodding your head to grant him permission to take off your shirt.
In one quick movement, you arched your back upward, throwing your hands up as he tugged the shirt off of you onto the ground.
"My turn." You smirked, tugging on the hem of his tank top before tossing it over his head. Your eyes took a moment to scan over his natural, glowing toned skin before he pressed his lips back against yours, massaging his tongue smoothly in your mouth. His mouth tasted like a mixture of a mint and fruit, and you figured he was probably smoking earlier before you came. Discarding the thought, your hands traveled down his chest, feeling over the defined abs.
You sighed in pleasure when he began to move his lips to the edge of your lips, and then toward the nape of your jawline, sparking that certain spot. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your fingers hooking through his belt loops.
He grunted as you fumbled with the button on his cargo shorts. Teasing him, you took your time, loving his reaction as mouth moved harder against your skin.
Finally, you unbuttoned his shorts, smoothly pushing them down his waist and legs, where he shrugged them off his ankles and onto the floor. You could feel his hard length rub against you, urging you more.
"My turn." He repeated your words from earlier, queuing his charming half smile as he fingers began to unbutton your jeans. In a matter of seconds, he had your jeans thrown to the floor.
His warm body now touched your skin, only two layers of thin cloth separating you from becoming one with him.
His hand squeezed your thigh as he kissed slowly down your neck, a trail of lovebites following.
In one swift movement he rocked his hips against yours, the touch of his length pressing on you a new level of sensation.
He sprinkled kisses down your chest, his tongue licking and nipping at the edge of your bra. Sighing softly, you forced your back upward, allowing him to unclasp your bra, and he did so, slipping the straps down your shoulder and tossing the garment to the floor.
His eyes seemed darker than before as they take your bare chest in, almost glazing over with lust. He tongue darted out to lick his lips before he swallowed.
"Before I do anything, are you sure this is what you want?" His voice was raspy and hoarse, faltering and cracking.
"Yes," You assured him, "I want this."
You needed something to cloud your mind from reality; and this was the perfect way.
