My head was pounding when I opened my eyes to the sun coming through my bedroom window. It didn't hit me right away that it was Tuesday until after realizing that the sun was shining over every house in the neighborhood. I sat up on the side of the bed and looked down to see that I was still in my school clothes from yesterday. "What the fuck did I do?" I said to myself. I had a headache from Hell, but I wasn't nauseous so i knew for a fact that I didn't get drunk last night. My heart sank when I remembered smoking up just about my entire stash and how pissed I was going to be later on because I was out.
When I grabbed my phone and unlocked the screed, I saw that it was well past noon. That meant that I slept through ten alarms and there was no point in going to school for three hours since I was going to be marked absent anyway.
The thought of falling asleep fully dressed was making my skin crawl and I immediately jumped up to strip them off before it made me even more uncomfortable. Trying to figure out what all happened yesterday evening and into the night was already driving me insane and I didn't need to add any fuel to my anxiety and discomfort. It wasn't like me to even get that bad to where I lost my memory. That had only ever happened the morning after my first cocaine high when I crashed incredibly hard only to wake up screaming like a lunatic.I was wiggling my way out of my jeans when I heard my bed squeaking behind me. I brushed it off figuring that it was just settling from when I jumped to my feet.
"Now I remember why you've always had me wrapped around your finger," Alex said causing me to almost jump through the ceiling. I didn't even notice him laying next to me a few minutes ago and here I was, bent over while I was mostly naked. The whole scenario was odd. Sleeping like the dead in my day clothes was the absolute worst of it. I stood up straight, feeling sexy enough to turn around and tease him with a view of the front. "Why the hell did I ever think that I'd make it without you?" he said with a wicked grin. He licked his lips while watching me unhook my bra seductively. I pealed the straps off of my arms and exposed my chest, throwing the bra in the corner behind me. "My dick definitely didn't stand a chance," he said as he sat up completely. I stepped closer and he caught me looking down at my body when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back in bed on top of him.
I wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing and he was only in his boxers. The only thing separating our most intimate parts was the fairly thin blanket covering his waist. By the looks of it, it was definitely going to become much harder to focus and figure out what the hell happened last night. I could never concentrate when we were connected like this. The way his hands roamed over my naked body was bound to leave the blanket soaked. "How'd I get so fucking lucky?" he said in a tone that made my spine shiver. He slowly ran his hands up my thighs while I straddled him, moving up to my hips when he held them firmly to grind my hips into him the way he wanted. I felt a little disappointed when the stimulation stopped. It took everything in me not to whimper. His hands moved around to cup both ass cheeks and he playfully jiggled the little ass that I did have. Little booties mattered too.
I cracked a smile. He headed for my ribs and stomach before he continued his journey to grasp my boobs. My nipples hardened instantly and a cold chill gave me goosebumps. Apparently he'd caught on to how my body was responding. I closed my eyes and allowed my head to fall back. I released a long, relaxed sigh involuntarily.
"Tell me what happened last night. I wouldn't be this horny if we did something." He didn't stop what he was doing to to respond and I was beginning to wonder if it was possible for me to get off from nipple stimulation. "What if we did and you just want more?" he asked with a chuckle. With one hand still playing with my nipple that were even more sensitive than they were before, he put the other hand back on hip, guiding me to grind on him again. "I love you and I'm going to be good to you," he said sounding sexy as hell. "You're mine and I'll never let you go," he continued. It was clear that his guidance was putting pressure on the right spot and that was going to be my undoing.
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Malice
Teen FictionAngel Dawson hates being told what to do. Tell her one thing and she'll do the other. She's a girl that knows what she wants. walks to the beat of her own drum, and doesn't care about who suffers along the way. She lives for being sadistic and self...