Flawless

three

-Adrin Wixx-

If I didn't have liquor running through my body, I knew I would be to intimidated to stay in my seat, but I was to intrigued. There is no chance I was leaving now.

He didn't make any comments, just stared his eyes into mine. I decided to break the silence by asking a simple question, "What's your name?"

"Not important," he dismissed quickly. "What's yours."

"Not important,"  I replied back easily. Earning a chuckle from him.

The man some how looked even better up close. I could see his toned chest from the buttons undone. My heartbeat was going at a rapid pace as filthy thoughts danced through my mind.

My cheeks felt hot, and he must have noticed because he smirked widely.

"May I buy you a drink?" He offered, his voice smooth like butter—I couldn't say no.

"One couldn't hurt," I replied, connecting our eyes again.

He smirked and waved the bartender over ordering two drinks. I had never been so shy around attractive guys, or girls, but whatever was in my vodka tonight must have got to me. Yet still, I encouraged the new glass and tipped it to the back of my mouth.

It was a different— one I never had before. It was so strong I couldn't help but twist my mouth. "Ugh,"

His crystal eyes studied at me in amusement. "What? Not a big drinker?" He asked, still smirking.

My body unconsciously turned to face him. "Not usually, no. But right now would be the perfect time to get drunk."

I was slightly aware of what I was doing, obviously drunk.

"I've never seen you around, are you new here?" He asked. It felt comfortable talking to him, or maybe that was just the vodka talking. At the same time his body made me so excited.

I shook my head as I answered, "No, I usually don't come out like this, unless i'm with my friend."

"Ah," he clicked his tongue. "And where is your friend?"

But I couldn't focus on his words- not when he was right in front of me. His beautiful face trained on me.

I didn't know anything about him, not even his name, but that just made me more curious about him. He radiated confidence. Somehow not knowing anything about him made me more excited. And suddenly I felt a wave of something take over me.

Desire?

Excitement?

Temptation?

Then I remembered he had asked me a question when he shot his eyebrows up.

"She probably already left with some douche she meet," I answered- not very interested in the question, because every time we went to the bar together it happened. That's why I didn't feel the need to come.

The air between us was delicate, nobody had made any move yet. I quickly stood up from my stool, feeling unsure of myself. "I um- I'll be in the restroom- excuse me." I stuttered.

It was a surprise to me when I made it the the restroom in the corner for the bar without stumbling. I would rather die than embarrass myself in front of the attractive blonde.

It felt like slow motion—one second I was turning on the faucet to rinse my face with cold water to get myself out of my thoughts, then the next I heard the door open, and then I was unknowingly kissing the man I didn't know the name of.

His soft lips pressed against mine, his hands wrapping around my waist pulling me closer to his body.

All I could taste was him. Whiskey and mint. Just that all alone made me moan into his mouth.

The only sounds were our breaths mixed together. His tongue was shoved down my mouth- making me groan out. My hands gripped at his blonde locks- pulling at it roughly, even softer than it looks. I whimpered when lust took over my body- mixing with the alcohol.

My actions made a low groan tumble from his mouth into mine, vibrating against my own lips. I wanted hear that sound forever.

His hands left my waist and traveled down to my ass, squeezing it roughly. His lips left mine, instead trailing down to my neck hotly.

I took a slight pause to push my body up onto the sink, now sitting on it. I looked down at his bruised lips, now being face to face with him. He was taller than me, probably over six feet. He stood right in between my legs- making my dress hitch up my thighs. Now I had full access to him.

"I don't care if we only just met— I want you." his words vibrated against my bruised lips, making me moan pleasantly. I wanted him so badly.

"I'm not stopping you," I cut myself off with a gasp as I felt his king finger tighten his hold on my thigh. I felt electric, like I could stay here forever. I moaned just thinking about him fucking me senselessly.

And as much as I wanted to—what was I doing?

Slowing pulling away from my lips his eyes looked worried- it was like he felt my sudden hesitation. "Shit- did I do something?" He uttered- obviously confused and worried.

His handing left my thighs leaving me feeling empty, as I pushed his shoulders away slowly. "No I'm sorry- I have class tomorrow and I'm probably going to be really fucking late."

He nodded in understanding as I jumped off the sink, brushing down my dress nervously. I started walking to the door fully aware he was staring at me. I wanted his hands back on me. Before I opened the door though, I paused. "It's Adrian by the way," I started, my hands gripped the door shoving it open. "Adrian Wixx."

All I could think about on my confused way home is that how I shouldn't have stopped, it felt too good. And now I was probably never going to see the man again. The man who made me feel everything my body could feel within an hour of meeting him. 

I was aware it would be a distraction from my senior year of collage, but I couldn't help but feel upset. I wanted his lips on my mine again. I wanted to feel his hands roam my body. I wanted him the fuck me senselessly while I moaned his name over and over again. God I still didn't even know his name. 

I could still taste the whiskey on my lips when I fell into a dreamless sleep. 

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