I’m going to come.
It builds like a storm, and before I can even prepare for it to enjoy the ride, I explode. I bite down harder, and he hisses out in pain as his momentum builds to unabashed pummels, and he falls over the edge on a guttural, primal roar.
He collapses onto me, and I love the weight of his body on top of mine.
His breath punches into my neck, my breathing rapid. I run my hands up and down his back, which is clammy like my own.
He pulls back and meets my eyes, and I giggle. Fucking giggle.
It builds from the back of my throat, and it comes out in the most girlish little laugh I’ve ever produced in my adult life.
He grins and places a kiss on my nose before slowly pulling out and flopping down next to me, completely, utterly, stark bollock naked.
I’ve still got my top on, but we lay side by side, letting our racing hearts ease. He reaches out and wraps his pinkie around mine, bringing his hand to my lips.
“Cookie.”
“Yeah?” I reply, looking across at him.
“We need to talk.”
28
Owen - Age 18
Thebeerdribblesdownmy chin as my friends all shoutchug, chug, chugat the top of their lungs. The beats of the music blare in the background, adding to the sensory overload.
“I win.” Harry slams the red plastic cup down on the table and lets out a huge belch as he wipes his mouth off.
“Fuck! You were so close, dude!” Billy clasps my shoulder as I drop my cup, finishing barely a second later.
I’m going to hear about this all night.
“The fuck, Harry, you’ve got half of it down your shirt. Surely that’s cheating,” Matt says, nodding to Harry’s beer sodden shirt.
“Don’t throw a paddy. I won fair and square. Didn’t I, King?”
I look at him, wiping my mouth as a flash of jet black grabs my attention, and I pause. Harry follows my gaze, and the smarmy bastard flashes a huge grin.
“Fuck me. Your sister is on another level. Those fucking lips.”
“She’s not my sister,” I grate, teeth clenched as I take in her outfit. If you can even call it that.
Her shorts barely cover her arse cheeks, her black, tight Guns N Roses t-shirt hugs every curve, and her biker boots give her a rock chick vibe. I bite the inside of my cheek, jaws clenched as my eyes meet her blues.
“I thought you told her not to come,” Billy whispers.
“I did. And she promised me she wouldn’t.” I swallow down my annoyance and nod once at her, which she returns with her own.
I hope she sees that I’m fucking livid.
The sea of bodies in the living room who were grinding against each other part ways as Lucy and her best friend, Gemma, walk through the party.
This was supposed to be a Year 13 party, but knowing Harry, he purposefully invited her to get to me. Ever since I beat him to a bloody pulp, he’s had it out for me. Him and his fucking lackeys.
But like I had told Billy, she’d promised me not to come. She promised me to stay home so James doesn’t throw a shit fit at her again for being out until God knows what time.
A girl with blonde hair comes up to me, her makeup piled on, hair loose and curled. She peeks up at me through long, luscious lashes and doe blue eyes.
