Hadley: An Ansel Elgort Fan Fiction

Chapter 28

The dinner was long, the small talk was awkward and it felt similar to being stabbed slowly with a bunch of little knives. Ansel had his hand on my thigh under the table the entire time, playing with the end up dress, sometimes sliding his fingers across the base of my underwear. I wanted to shove all the food and shit off the dining room table and do him right there in front of my mom, but I controlled my hormones for about 30 minutes. When Mom said we could be excused, I got up from the table, grabbed Ansel’s hand and dragged him up the stairs into my bed room.

I slammed the door shut and shoved him against it as I took off my heels and threw them across the room into my closet.

“Have you been wanting me as badly as I’ve been wanting you tonight?” he asked.

“Worse,” I muttered and connected our lips. His hands immediately went into my hair, slightly tugging at the roots causing the best combination of pleasure and pain. Charli XCX’s True Romance album was still playing softly on the radio from when I was getting ready earlier and it was the perfect music to touch him to.

I slowly undid his tie; his eyes were piercing mine the entire time. His mouth was hanging open slightly as I tossed it to the ground and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“I fucking love you,” he mumbled. His shirt dropped from his body and I kissed his neck softly.

“I fucking love you,” I replied. His arms wrapped around my torso and he lifted me off of the ground and shoved my back into the wall. Everything was happening so fast, yet it felt like slow motion. He unzipped my dress and it dropped to the floor. My eyes almost rolled back into my head as he attached his mouth to my mouth, then my jaw, then my neck. His tongue circled above my collar bone, biting the skin and then kissing it.

He released me to the floor and I fell backward onto the bed, waiting for his next move. He climbed on top of me and kissed down my entire body. My chest, my ribs, below my naval, my thighs, my ankles... He dipped his head down near my heat and rubbed one of my breast s while the other hand pulled my black, lace underwear down my legs. He gripped my waist and licked me up and down and I practically screamed out in pleasure. If this was what having a real boyfriend was like, I could get used to it.