You had been talking to a girl you knew and felt as if you were being watched. Since your friend noticed it too, you switched places so you could see better the person who had been looking at you the whole night. "That's Charles Michel", she whispered, "he's friends with Rafa, if you wanna talk to him". "No, that's okay. I'm not trying to get a boyfriend right now", you answered. "I think you should at least talk to him... maybe make a new friend..." "Fine! I'll say hi to him. But if he tries anything, we're leaving."
You grabbed a red cup, half-full of gin and soda, and started walking towards the couch. The ugly pleather couch sunk under Liam, who held a glass of whiskey between his thighs. He noticed you approaching him, eyeing you behind his glasses. You sat beside him on the small sofa, placing your drink on the table. "So, you finally decided to come and talk to me?" He asked, playfully bumping his knee into yours. "If you really wanted me to talk to you, why didn't you come to me yourself?" "Well, I didn't want to bother you." "You were bothering me, staring at my back the whole night." "Hold up, it's just... Rafa said he knows you, and I was thinking of asking him to introduce us... but you're just so beautiful, I didn't think I stood a chance."
You didn't even realize your body language changing while he was talking. You had loosened your posture, and you were leaning towards him. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just not looking for anything serious right now, so every time a guy even tries to say 'hi' I just shut him down immediately. I'm really sorry. I'm Y/N, by the way." "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Charles." He jokingly extended his hand to you, and you shook it.
"So, Charles, what are you doing in this trashy party?" "Oh, my mates love coming here. Free drinks and pretty girls, you know? I usually stay at home but it's my mate Rodrigo's birthday so I couldn't say no. Guess it wasn't that bad, I ended up meeting you." "Okay, now you're trying too hard", you laughed. "Sorry, I'm not the best at flirting", he said, rubbing the back of his neck. You noticed the dimples in his smile, and how his eyes would squint when he laughed. You smirked. "That's fine. I'm great at it." You cupped his jawline, turning his head towards you. You leaned in, kissing his soft lips slowly. He placed the tips of his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer ever so slightly, deepening the kiss. The faint taste of alcohol lingered on your mouths, your tongues mixing a cocktail of gin, whiskey and lust.
You placed your right leg over his lap, your bodies getting even closer. The kiss was getting hotter, but you couldn't stop. "Do you wanna go to a bedroom upstairs?", Charles asked. "Yeah", you breathed out. The lenses of his glasses were foggy, and he removed them, revealing wide-pupiled brown eyes. He got up, lifting your leg from his lap and taking your hand with his. "C'mon", he whispered, helping you up and walking towards the stairs. A few drunk people were blocking the steps, but no one seemed to really notice you passing by them.
Charles took you to the first room on the left, a small bedroom with a single bed. He kept the lights off but half-opened the window, a ray of moonlight shining on an empty wall. He sat on the bed with his legs stretched out while you locked the door. You climbed on the foot of the bed, crawling over Charles and sitting on his lap, his legs between yours. Without saying anything, you started making out as deeply as you were downstairs, your bodies finally touching each other completely. Charles had his hands around your waist under your shirt, sometimes stopping to squeeze your ass. Your left hand was grabbing on his soft hair, while your right hand held onto his muscular bicep. You were unconsciously grinding on his lap, all the fabric between you making the feeling almost unbearable.
He took the edges of your shirt and lifted them, you putting your arms up to help him. With smaller kisses, you unzipped his jacket, and took off his t-shirt, taking a moment to run your hands over his torso. You got up to remove your pants, and he did the same. He then laid on the bed with his arms behind his back, allowing you to look at his defined body, covered with nothing but tattoos and white boxers. You laid on top of him, using your arms to support your upper body so you could look at him. He unclasped your bra and you switched positions, Charles now hovering over you. He placed a kiss between your breasts and cupped one of them, giving it a very soft squeeze. His mouth searched yours, and you went back to kissing. He slid off your panties and took off his own underwear, stopping for a moment to luckily find a condom in the drawer of the nightstand.
Charles hitched up your legs, bringing your knees close to his shoulders, and you rested your feet on his back. He aligned himself with your entrance, looking at you before thrusting in. You nodded, reassuring him, and he entered you, slowly, fully. You grabbed his face and kissed him eagerly, while he started to fuck you in a steady pace. The party was loud downstairs, but the noise was drowned by your soft moans and his deep groans, filling the small room. Charles lightly bit your bottom lip, and in return you dragged your nails on his shoulders. He gave you a trail of kisses, from your mouth, to your neck and collarbone, each one of them punctuated by a strong thrust, filling you with his thick cock. You could feel him going faster, both of you close to reaching your high. He grabbed your waist, digging his fingers in your hips, and thrusted even faster, coming, with you reaching your orgasm briefly after.
He was panting on top of you, and you gave him some space to lie beside you on the bed. You stayed like that for a while; hazy, looking at the moonlight, your fingers grazing each other. You weren't looking for a boyfriend, but you wouldn't mind being with Charles. Even if just for tonight.
