Her lips move across the skin on my neck as my hands pull her waist closer to me. I feel her smile against me, and she doesn't pull away. I slide my right hand away from her to shove my hair back and out of my face. The brunette against me keeps going, putting more effort in her hickey. But my eyes trail across the crowds, catching on Dominic's hands. I scoff and pull the brunette harder against me. Kayla's hands shift on his neck as he adjusts his grip on her fishnet thighs, holding her up. Their lips press against each other as Kayla crosses her ankles behind him.
I scowl and grab the chin of the girl against me, forcing her head up. I squeeze my eyes shut and crash my own lips into hers before she has the chance to think. The girl responds eagerly. Her hands slide up my chest and onto my shoulders. I open my eyes, but keep my lips on the girl's. My attention slides back over to Kayla and I kiss the girl harder. Kayla opens her eyes and looks to me. But she keeps kissing Dominic, shoving herself into him harder. I throw as many daggers into my gaze as possible and she doesn't hesitate to fire the same look back at me. Then her teeth bite Dominic's bottom lip and tug. I shove my tongue forward and through the girl's lips. Kayla refuses to break eye contact as she slams her lips back into Dominic's. My fingers curl harshly into the brunette's skin. She squeaks against me, but I don't pay much attention.
Kayla curls her fingers into Dominic's shoulders as she kisses him again. I rip my eyes away and pour myself into the girl. My lips ache, but I don't care. I glance back to Kayla, who tilts her head to the side, allowing Dominic access to her neck. Her eyes slide to me again. I bite the girl's lip and pull. The girl gasps and pulls herself away. Kayla smirks and lets her eyes close. I clench my teeth, letting my eyes trace the curve of her through the cuts running along the sides of her gray tank top and the lacy, cherry red bra beneath. The girl's hand grabs my jaw, forcing my face towards her. I glare at her.
"Do you even care that I'm right here?" she yells over the music.
"I care that you're hot," I yell back, even though the words are a lie. She might have a decent enough body, but everything else about her is wrong. She rolls her eyes and pushes my hands off of her. Then she spins around and walks away. I turn to glare once more at Kayla, before I take off, storming through the masses myself.
I free myself from the heat of the dancefloor and make my way over to the wall of the warehouse. There's already a crowd passing a bong around. I take a seat with my back against the wall and pull out my lighter. The bongs lands in my hands almost instantly. I take a hit without asking who it belongs to. Smoke fills my lungs and I close my eyes. I pull the bong away from my lips and pass it on. It comes back around again and I repeat the process. Somehow, I don't find myself getting up as it comes around a third and fourth time. But I do stand after the sixth. I have to blink quite a few times before I step forward.
My eyes scan the crowd in front of me, processing more of the flashing lights, than the people. But they do manage to snag on a blonde a few feet away. I trace her body with my eyes, smirking at all the visible skin. I force myself to pick up a foot and move forward in her direction. She rakes her fingers through her hair, messing up the curls, as my hand curls around her waist. Her head whips to the side and she smiles at me. Next to her, two other girls laugh before grabbing each other's hands and slipping through the crowds. I slide my eyes back to the girl now against my side. She stares up at me, still smiling.
I lean down and draw her in for a kiss. She melts into me easily as she kisses me back. I pull back first and she spins around, backing up into me. She starts moving her hips as I bring my hands to her waist, and we try to find the music. I can't find a beat for the life of me, but the girl seems to be fine on her own rhythm. She's good at it too, or at least good enough to keep me from getting bored. I don't push her off. I lose the minutes as she grinds on me, not caring how long I'm here for. As long as she keeps going I could stay here all night, but the two girls who were with her earlier come stumbling through the crowds. They grab the blonde's hands and tug her away, off to who knows where.
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Bad Boys
Teen Fiction{COMPLETED} Kyle was just Kyle. No last name, no family, no past. It was simple that way. Or at least it was easier than being Daniel, who cared too much to be anything but a coward. Kyle got decent cash from his side job, flunked classes on purpose...
