Addicted 》l.h

1.7

~Luke~

"Luke" she let out another moan as my lips were hungrily kissing her neck. I started kissing downwards towards her breasts and another small - almost inaudible - moan escaped her lips.

Her hair was a red mess and it was all over the place as she arched her back of the mattress; bringing her body closer to mine.

I played around with her bra and underwear; teasing her as she let out a small whimper.

"Fuck, Luke! Do something already" she mumbled in a husky; kind of needy tone and I chuckled.

"As you wish, princess" I whispered against her ear lobe. I started nibbling on it while my fingers found their way behind her back; removing her bra quickly and returning my attention back to her.

Her green eyes were a very darker shade and her pupils we're dilated; probably like mine looked like. I leaned closer to her face and kissed her slowly. Soon enough though the kiss became more heated; her hands were tangled in my hair and mine had a good grip on her waist as our tongues fought for dominance, which was obvious she didn't put much effort into.

My hands slowly trailed down towards her underwear and I momentary stopped until I got a reassuring nod from her; telling me it was okay to continue.

And I did. I completely removed the piece of clothing from her body and kind of stayed like that staring at her for a while. Her whole buddy was flustered and I could see the anticipation in her eyes when she flipped us over and-

I heard a thud. Wait what? Fuck my arm hurts. I quickly opened my eyes surprised to see that it was still night outside.

Did I just fell off the bed? I haven't done that in years.

God did I just dream of having sex with Red?

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.

Not good. So not good. I seriously need to get laid before this gets extremely weird.

I saw a sleepy looking Jack walk in my room and before he could ask anything I told him to go back to sleep which he gladly did.

I laid back on my bed and stared at the ceiling for what felt like forever. I had this huge hangover from everything I had consumed not such a long time ago and I found hard remembering how I got back home.

The last thing I remember clearly with not much alcohol in my body is talking to a girl at the bar I was at. I slightly remember leaving the place and driving away. And I also slightly remember Red. That's all.

When I tried to push myself harder to remember I immediately regretted it because a huge wave of pain and nausea filled me as I ran to the bathroom.

I slouched over the toilet and threw up. I, then, quickly flashed it and brushed my teeth to get the awful taste away.

And this was only the first time I puked my guts for the night.

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The morning came faster than I liked but I forced myself to get off bed and get ready to school. Of course I took my time since I had woken up an hour earlier than usual in order to throw up again.

At the breakfast table mum gave me a painkiller and a small smile right before she left for work. No lecture for getting drunk on a school night? Or generally getting drunk? Weird.

Jack had woken up early this morning and he was the only one to have the decency to inform me that tonight dad was working late and mum had arranged to go out with Mrs Evans. Yes they were best friends now.