cold | e.d

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I sat down on the the couch, my eyes following every move he made. He was laughing with a group of friends, probably talking about something stupid.

"You alright?" Hannah asked, sitting besides me. I nodded to her and sipped more of my drink. My head was all over the place, I was drunker than I thought. All I could think about was his body on mine. That make out session was probably the best I'd ever experienced.

"I want to go in the hot tub." I slurred, standing up. She looked at me oddly and stood up with me, watching me carefully.

"Uh, okay?" I pulled up my dress, leaving me in my fishnets and my swimsuit bra.
"Easy girl, Are you sure about this?" She grabbed my hand as I pulled off my heels and fishnets. 
"Of course." A group of guys whistled, so I gave them a little spin.

"You're bringing a lot of attention to yourself." I rolled my eyes at her, obviously knowing.
"I didn't put this swimsuit on for nothing Han. I want to wear it." I looked over at Ethan and he wasn't even bothered, talking to his best friends. 
Suddenly though, a friend whispered something short to him, locking eyes with me. 

Ethan looked over and back, before double taking. He put his drink to his mouth and watched me, his eyes flicking up and down.
"You coming with? I've got a spare set if you want to upstairs." I pushed her up towards the stairs anyway and she shook her head, not wanting to.
"Fine, suit yourself!" I moved away from her and I could hear her call my name, but I ignored her.

I walked straight past Ethan, brushing him on the way past. I could tell his eyes were on me, it felt like his stare was burning holes in my back.
I slid the back door open and looked over at the hot tub, the lights changing colors in the dark.
I started to climb in and a cold hand fell on my waist, helping me up.

"Oh, thank youuuu.." I giggled casually, not even checking who it was.

As I got in, I turned to look at who was helping me. Ethan had a spliff in his hand, smoking.
"You smoke?" I asked, shocked.
He chuckled at me and flicked the end, letting the ashes drop to the floor.
"No, not really. A girl gave me weed so I came out to smoke it. And have an excuse to see you." He licked his lips and I swum to the edge, putting my arms over the edge and looking at him.

"You really are a bad boy." I giggled. I found anything I said overly funny, which he seemed to enjoy.
A guy came out, probably one of his friends. He took the spliff off of him and walked out into the garden, Ethan not really caring.
"Smoking isn't really my thing anyway." He stepped forward and moved his hands to either sides of my arms, looking down at me.

"You going to join me?" 
"Why would I join you?" He was playing a dick again, knowing what he wanted.
"Fine." I stood up, the water making my bikini cling tightly. I climbed onto the edge, jumping out.
I was about to walk away when he grabbed my wrist.
"Where are you going." He was practically screaming for me to not go.

"To get dry and changed, seen as you don't want to come in with me." I was honest when drunk, my plan was for him to come in with me.
I got out of his grip and went back into the warm house, fighting my way around the large crowds of people dancing and getting.. too close for comfort. I grabbed my dress from the ground and made my way to the stairs.
I stumbled my way up into my bedroom, occupied by a group of people sat chatting.

"Sorry to burst your bubble guys, but I need my room." I ushered them out, not really bothered. I grabbed a towel out of my bathroom, patting my self kinda dry. I wrapped it around me and pulled off my bikini like that, just in case someone walked in, even though I had a lock on the door, I forgot to lock it. When I pulled on my tiny black dress, I stood at my mirror and looked at my body. 
The door clicked open, revealing exactly what I expected. Ethan's eyes fell on me, following his hands shutting the door and locking it.

"Look who came to see me!" I laughed, clapping my hands together and walking over to him.
"You're really fucking arrogant, you know that right?"
"And you're not? Walking around with a I'm the baddest and most popular kid in school slapped across your fucking head." I rolled my eyes, stepping forward and poking him.

"Well maybe if you were less of a freak, you could be in the same position as me." It was an insult snaked in with a compliment, so I didn't know whether to be happy about it or angry.
"You fucking bully me! Why are you even here, you said I was a freak."
"Well guess what, princess. I lie. And I get what I want." He stepped close to me, his body over mine was slightly daunting.

I frowned, confused. All I could think about was how hot he looked in my dark room, his low voice making me shiver.
"Oh did you now? You're a fucking liar and I don't believe a single wor-"
He broke my soon to be rant by pulling me in, his lips attached to mine once again. We moved onto my bed this time, his hands trailing over my figure.

"You speak too much." He picked on me, biting my lip as an indication to keep quiet.
I did, letting him take the lead. I had already lost my virginity, but I hadn't done anything since then.
His hands went to my dress, pulling it off of me. I had changed into lace underwear and no bra, not really caring.

"Fuck me.." He breathed out before making a path of kisses down to my lace. I put my hands in his hair, guiding him down as I went from looking at him to tipping my head back from his touch.
He pushed my legs apart and I bucked a little. He had cold hands, which combated my warm legs.

Why the fuck was I letting this happen? It didn't even matter, I was drunk and horny, and so was he. I couldn't deny, he was hot and this is what I wanted.
I felt his fingers play with the edges of my lace, making me whimper in want.
"Tell me how badly you want me." He smirked up at me, pausing.

"Fuck. So badly."

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