Wicked Games

Die for You

My back is against the door as Brandon turns the dead bolt. The second the lock clicks my lips are on his. I can tell he is slightly surprised since he freezes for a second before leaning his body against mine so we are both flush against the door. I tangle my hands into his hair and then start to kiss down his neck.

"Iz- wait-- I"

"No, no more waiting" I moan.

"I need to give you something"

I stop kissing his neck to look up at him. He looks back at me and all the sadness I saw has disappeared from his face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a long necklace.

"What is this?" I ask.

He hands me the necklace and I flip it around until I am able to read the tiny letters. IZ.

I giggle, "So you just knew the nickname would stick, huh?"

"I really hoped it would grow on you. Can I put it on you?" he asks.

"Of course" I say as I hand it back to him and turn around.

He gently places the necklace around my neck and clasps it. I look down and smile to myself. I feel Brandon's body get closer to mine and he pulls me back into him by my waist. Fire immediately shoots from the pace where his hands are to my core. I want him so bad and I can feel how bad he wants me. He pulls my hair to the side and begins kissing my neck, then my shoulder, then down to my collarbone, until it's too much to handle. I whip around and pull him down so I can kiss him passionately. He kisses me back so fiercely that I feel like I might melt. He then bends down more and scoops under both my thighs and lifts my up to rest on his hips, all the while still kissing me.

"Nice moves" I joke in his ear.

"Oh, baby you haven't seen nothing yet." He whispers back into my ear.

I let out a groan and he begins to walk us towards the sinks. He places me on the counter and slides in between my legs. He rakes his hands down my body feeling every inch he can and then slowly places his hand near my knee. He inches it upward as he starts to kiss my neck again. I can't take this anymore. I need him right this second.

I reach in between us and begin to undo his belt. I get it undone and he pulls away from my neck as I reach for the button on his pants.

"What are you doing-- wait, Iz" he says as I finally get his button undone.

"What babe? What's wrong?" I'm really confused and feel a little rejected.

"No, not here" is all he says and steps back and starts to button up his pants and belt.

"Oh, okay." I say as I hop down from the counter and fix my dress.

For some reason tears begin to form in eyes. Crap. Why do you have to be so emotional?

"Babe, are you crying?"

I look away from Brandon and quickly wipe away the tears in my eyes before they spill out.

"Hey hey hey, what happened?" He says as he rushes back over to me.

"It's nothing. Sorry I don't know where the tears came from. I just thought- uh nevermind."

"Tell me, Iz."

I look into his eyes and I see the deep concern in them.

"I just thought that you'd want to--" I gesture to the counter top and our messed up clothes. "-- but I get it if you don't want to, we can just head back to the party." I squeak out as fast as I can. I start to head towards the door before I tear up again. God, why do I care if he didn't want to have sex in a public bathroom?