Black & White (Colorful Sequel | H.S)|✔️

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Song of the chapter: Wolfcat - Still Woozy

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H a r r y

I was frustrated after that gym incident. Emotionally and sexually.

Mostly the latter.

After I dropped Ellie off back home, I went to the dirtiest club I knew and found a desperate chick who would be more than willing to help me out.

And that's how I end up here, in a random hotel, hovering over a brunette. Both of our bodies are one, glistening in sweat. I can't bear to turn the light on so all I get are glimpses of her pale skin in the moonlight. It's enough for me. Anything to get rid of my pent up sexual tension.

"Fuck," the girl moans. Her legs wrap around my torso as I continue to pound in her. I can feel her acrylic nails scratch my back and I grunt in pleasure.

Ellie never wears acrylics. She's always natural. When she scratches your back, it feels ten times better. And don't forget when she gets extra wet when you talk dirty to her.

I continue rocking my hips back and forth aggressively. Harder. Rougher.

My hands work their way around her body, caressing every inch of free skin. My lips clash into her and I taste her minty breath before making my way downward. Her back arches into me as I tease her nipples with my tongue, making sure to bite enough to stimulate her. She cries out as one of my hands rubs her clit. My lips reclaim hers to soften the moans.

Faster. Harder.

As I reach my climax, I slam into the girl again. My breathing becomes hitched and I quickly bury myself in the girl's shoulder as the pleasure becomes pure ecstasy.

Remember how she used to bite her lip until she bled? Remember how you'd taste her as you reclaimed her lips? Remember the way she screamed your name as you whispered all the things you'd want to do to her?

"El," I groan as I reach my sweet release. Then I bury my nose in her neck. I leave soft kisses on the tender skin as I inhale in her hair and take a deep breath. The smell of vanilla is replaced by some cheap smelling perfume.

This isn't Ellie.

My eyes widen as I process what just left my mouth. I just fucking moaned another girl's name during sex. Fucking hell!

My breathing steadies as I pretend that nothing idiotic just happened. Maybe if I don't do anything, the girl won't notice.

She notices.

She curls her hands around my shoulder and forces me to look up at her.

"What did you say?"

My heart pounds against my ribcage. "I said hell."

Real smooth.

Her eyes narrow at me. "No, you didn't. You said El. Do you seriously not remember my name?"

Suddenly this girl's voice is way too screechy and high pitched. Her hair is the wrong shade of brown. Her perfume is something Ellie wouldn't even touch.

I get off the bed and go straight into the bathroom. This night no longer seems like a good idea. I can't believe I fucking said the wrong name.

So much for being over her.

I step into the shower and let the cold water wash away all the sweat. Even sex does little to calm me down these days. I don't understand. Up until now, I was totally fine. I'd fuck my problems away. I never had a problem - with sex and moaning Ellie's name. What's changed now?