Fight For Me

The loud music seemed to thump in my head, the beat resonating through my body. The sweaty body behind me continually grinded on me even though his identity remained unknown. Suddenly, I no longer felt the body that dripped with sweat up against my back but it seemed as if I was left alone in this fully, over-crowded warehouse that the after party called home to. As I shifted my body readying myself to turn and get another awful drink my friends has persuaded me with, I felt a hand grab my hip and lightly push me back towards my original direction. Both his hand were on my hips, his long fingers seemingly worn through but strong as he put pressure on me through my thin dress. I could tell he was tall, almost as if he could hide my body in his if he pulled me close enough. My thoughts sided when I felt a pair of hot lips being placed haphazardly up and down my neck, occasionally biting my skin lightly, tongue gliding over it to ease the sting. My neck tilted instinctually, allowing him more access to attack my neck with his lips. My body was in overdrive, my brain unable to signify to me what was right and wrong. But I didn't care, as the guys lips made it up to my earlobe, sucking and pulling on it with his teeth that accompanied his hot lips. My only thought: don't let it stop.