One Night Only

Seventeen

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine
Rest it on your fingertips
Up to your mouth, feeling it out
Feeling it out

Some things or people are brought into your life in the strangest ways and for a reason or for a purpose. I don't know the woman who I was pinning against the wall and she certainly does not know me. I have this feeling where I want to know her, I want to know everything about her.

Have I found my comfort in chaos?

I want to know what her biggest fear is, I want to know her favorite foods, songs, movies, and things that she hates as well.

She won't be capable of liking someone like me, I'm a spider that traps pretty things into a web.

I'm selfish when it comes to her. I've decided that days ago when the thought of her with Taylor or anyone, buzzes my ear and burns a hole in my fucking eyes. I know she deserves better and that's what makes me selfish, I'm not her better, I'm her toxins.

I have never been satisfied with a woman or felt anything with anyone like I do her, or that night we had. It might be her innocent face and or view on life and or maybe it's my bad boy persona that wants to show her that being a little bad isn't always bad.

I want to punch anyone that steps near her that wants to strip the beauty from her instead of letting her shine on her own.

Butterflies are meant to be free, they are beautiful to look at and not all appreciates there beauty.

I wish I can bottle her into a bottle and admire her all day and night.

I want to stay away from her but it's impossible, it's been for two years and its growing stronger everyday. I think about her through all my choas and confused life since I met her and its my fix.

She's my fucking drug and I'm so addicted.

"What are you doing?" She questions with a soft voice before I pick her up and toss her on the bed, she lets out a gasp.

"This is about you, and you only." She looks at me in confusion as I unbutton her jeans.

"Is this what you want?" I question.

"I need consent little one, is this what you want?" I run my hand up her stomach before coming back down to the him of her jeans.

She nods her head before I pull down her jeans and toss them to the side before running my hands up her thighs and resting them on her panty lines.

I've never wanted anything more but to please her.

I pull her panties to the side before sliding my hand up her heat and circling it. Her legs tenses from the amount of pressure I was rubbing and as I stop, she looks down at me.

"Do you want me to continue?" I smirk, she covers her face with her hands.

She's so fucking cute, does she realize how cute she is?

"No ones ever done this before." She mumbles before I look up at her from between her legs.

"Not one single person?" I ain't going to lie, that fucking turned me on that this was her first and from me.

Taylor's always been a fucking pussy.

I pulled her closer to my mouth before indulging her, hearing her softly moan. I don't think I could ever get tired of hearing that.

I feel my boxers extend, I'm so turned on right now. She's driving me crazy and she's not even doing anything out of the normal.

This wasn't normal for me, I usually don't eat girls out, it's rare, especially with nothing in return, I usually get a hand job or blowjob but I just want her to feel good.

If god was a woman, it'll be her.

"Only you" She mumbles before leaning her head back against my bed pillow. I continue pleasing her and she keeps tugging my hair, I couldn't help but let out a moan as well.

I never knew a single person could be this addicting.

I haven't loved an opposite sex ever. I only use them and use them until I can't. I blame it on the way I was raised but not a one has sparked a plug in me besides her.

She carries herself so effortlessly and she doesn't even have to try and pretend to be someone she's not and she sees the world different, way different than I do.

This world is crazy and it's always been fucked up for me. I've never once connected with it on any level but the day she planted those kissable pink plump lips onto mine, it's like something turned on.

It was easy for the two years I was away. I didn't have to see her, I slept with a lot of girls to try and forget her but I couldn't.

I'm not the one to love and I don't want to love, I don't want her to love me, I'll only hurt her and even more, cause her pain and I don't want to cause her pain.

I just know that when I'm around her everything is frozen and nothing matters. I love that feeling, she's the only person I feel it with.

She's wine, I'm liquor, one is sweet while the other burns.

"Oh my-" her legs start shaking before she lets out a raspy moan. My work here was finish.

"Tasty little one aren't you?" She leans up, closing her legs tight.

"I'm so embarrassed." She covers her face.

"All your other boyfriends really sucked" I admitted before having her one of my old t-shirts and a pair of boxers.

"You're staying here tonight. The party won't be over till the morning and I'm sure alley will be here all night." She looks at me before I roll my eyes, turning around so she can slip into my clothes.

Tonight is the first of many because I don't let girls wear my clothes. If something happens to theirs, they can just walk home naked, I don't care.

"Can I turn around now?" I whine, acting like a little kid.

"I guess" I turn around already see her under my covers. It's been awhile.

I take my shirt off before slipping off my jeans, she keeps eyeing me.

"I'll sleep on the floor" I suggest before she shakes her head.

"No, it's fine." I smile, wanting that answer before I pull back my covers and get in.

"Will I see you tomorrow morning?" I question.

"You'll just have to see" I knew that was a no, but just knowing that she's in my bed tonight, makes me happy.

Will I ever get use to this feeling?