Bad Habits - Pierre XO

Bad Habits

You knew about Pierre. All too well. He had quite a reputation for sleeping around. Never letting himself become tied down. Everyone knew, yet girls still tripped over themselves to have the chance to fuck him. You never understood why, until you got a taste of him.

For months, you could never shake the feeling of curiosity around him. You wanted to know what about him made everyone so attracted to him. He was attractive, for sure. He seemed nice too. Though you never made much conversation with him.

You stood in the sand, dancing with Aria to the music playing, her hands were on your hips, moving you along to the beat. Her face was close to yours, softly singing the song, the scent of alcohol on her breath.

The entire time, you felt Pierre's heavy gaze on you. Nearly burning through you. You quickly glanced at him, seeing the girl he brought along, you didn't know her name nor did you care to find out, kissing his neck. Though he didn't seem to be fazed by her, his eyes were locked on you. A small smile crept onto his lips when your eyes met his. His tongue stuck out between his lips, hit bit down on it slightly.

You hated seeing him with other girls. You knew he wasn't yours but you couldn't help but hope he was. Though, he often let you down, in moments like these. A girl with her hand on his thigh, trying to send him signals of wanting more. Her lips trailing on his ear, whispering sweet nothings.

You quickly turned away, unable to take more. You tried to forget it, grabbing onto Aria and swaying your hips to the beat. You hummed along to the tune, closing your eyes. The smell of the sea intoxicating you. The night was colder than you would have expected. Waves crashed into the shore, the violent hum of the water echoing in your ears.

The moon shined onto the water, painting its reflection into the darkness. It seems almost magical. You were the only ones at the beach, you had the entire place to yourselves.

Ethan had lit a fire; it being the only thing keeping you warm. You had regretted wearing jeans and a tank top. Being mid-fall it was long past the time of having no sleeves. You wished you'd brought a sweater, but it was too late now. You just had to accept freezing.

The midnight beach parties had become a routine among your group of friends. It was time to get hang out and get shitfaced as you danced in the moonlight. It started out as just Aria, Ethan, Adam and you. But after a few months, Pierre came into the picture, cementing himself as a member of the group.

You had never been a fan. You knew of him – of his reputation long before you ever even met him. Only half the campus wanted to get into his pants. And Pierre obliged, probably fucking most of them. As long as they had a pussy, he'd be down, for the most part.

He was friends with Ethan before anyone else, slowly easing his way into the group. Him, Ethan and Adam soon becoming inseparable. As much as you didn't want him around, you grew to accept it the more you were acquainted with him.

He usually wasn't too bad, only going as far to make an off-handed joke about hooking up with you or Aria. You'd always laugh it off, never taking his advances too seriously. Besides, you'd never sleep with Pierre.

Until that one night, two months ago when everything changed. Pierre had been on you the entire night, his jokes fading away into propositions. His hands were all over you, trying to pull you away from the crowd and into his world. You tried to resist, trying to laugh it off as if it meant nothing. But you could feel your core burning whenever he touched you, your heart racing as he whispered in your ear. Telling you what he could give you.

As the night came to a close, he offered to drive you home. You said yes and it all went down from there. After ten minutes, his hands were all over your bare skin, his lips trailing all over you. You knew it was a horrible idea but you couldn't stop. You loved the way he made you feel.