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ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴛʜɪs:
The dimly-lit house was humid with dozens of sweaty teenagers dancing everywhere. We were located in the most obscure corner of the house. His hands grasped my slim waist securely while I grind into his pelvis. We were oblivious to everyone else around us and managed to get caught up in ourselves.
"You enjoying the party, baby?" He questioned when we finally meet face to face. My arms swiftly snaked around his neck as we swayed to whatever song flowing out of the speakers.
"Yes, but I would've preferred our own private party. Only you and I ."
"Oh, really?" He cheesed. "Who says that can't be arranged?"
He pulled me closer to him, still maintaining that firm grip on my hips. His pupils bounced from my eyes to my lips as he drew in for the most passionate kiss. He took charge and all I wanted to do was follow his command. My left leg immediately wrapped around his waist just as his hand discovered a sturdy grip on my ass. I released a small moan, becoming hotter than before.
I had to escape from the intense air surrounding us, because sooner or later, I'd fall into his trap and make decisions I would regret in the future.
My hand fell onto his chest, retracting from the makeout session that was inflated with lust. Without saying a word, I hopped to my two feet and maneuvered throughout the crowd to grab myself a drink.
"So, that's your new dude?" Christopher, my ex-boyfriend, assumed as he sipped from his red solo cup.
"Why is it any of your concern?" I spat back, anger lacing my tone.
He held his two hands up in a defensive manner, while a devilish grin plastered his face. "You left me for that nigga, baby. He can't be putting down more than I did."
"Chris, are you seriously that insecure about yourself?" I asked, rolling my eyes as his asshole antics commenced to stroll in.
"Insecure?" Chris blurted out, trapping me in a secluded corner with his two tattooed arms on either side of me. His soft, lucious lips connected with my neck leaving bites and love marks every time he'd relocate. His hands lowered from the wall and began to unbuckle his pants.
"Baby, you know what's down there," He started. "But just in case you don't, let me remind you."
He shoved my hand down his boxers forcing me to clutch his dick. "Ain't shit to be insecure about. Don't fucking play."
I released a sharp gasp, because I felt myself melting under his feet. I pushed him away from me, but he came back ten times stronger.
Christopher's lips crashed into mine, allowing several hidden feelings to erupt. I tightly gripped his chin, drawing him closer to me, so I could deepen the kiss. I could sense him smile against my lips, because he had me right where he wanted.
Unfortunately, his lock on my lips released and he tugged my hand, pulling me in a different direction of the house. Chris shoved me onto a stranger's King-sized bed and mounted on top of me. He began pulling off every article of clothing that was scraped to my body.
"What the fuck?" I whispered to myself as I realized we were finally down to our undergarments.
My phone started to ring and Christopher climbed off of me, so I could retrieve. And to my luck, it was my boyfriend.
"Hey, baby, where you at?" He questioned through the phone.
"I'm just talking to a couple of friends." I lied as I turned my back towards Chris. I did not want to look him in the eyes, because I knew feelings of remorse would come flooding in stronger than ever.
"Well, hurry up, cause I'm tryna get that private party you spoke of."
"Give me about a minute." I could feel the heat of Chris's body radiating off him as he stood behind me. Just as I started to push him, his fingers slipped into my panties and started to work their magic. It was a feeling I knew to well and my body was literally yearning for him.
My breathing became choppy and my words were extended and draggy. "Make that five minutes."
∞ May 24th, 2016; 12:42 A.M. (edited 8/13/17)
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