Out of Style [inspired by "Style" from 1989]

Part 6: Could End in Burning Flames or Paradise

Would any of you be surprised if I said this chapter comes with a Warning: Sexual Content label attached? Cheers.

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Recap:

"Stop." His voice is ragged. I can feel his breath, hot against my skin. "I'm barely in control. I'll lose it if you don't."

I don't care. I start moving my hips, the opposite way of his. He inhales sharply at the friction. I press my face into the spot between his neck and shoulder, inhaling the scent that is so, uniquely him. He buries his face in my hair, breathing hard.

I push his shirt collar down and press a kiss to his chest, taking one of my hands away from his hair to do it. I pull the shirt lower, and my mouth follows.

"What're you doing."

"I missed the way you taste," I throw back at him. He shudders.

"Fuck."

I unhook my legs from around him, and he lets me drop back to the floor. I stare at him, and he's looking back at me. His expression is conflicted. I guess he doesn't know whether I'm about to run away screaming or kiss him again. I take a step back and let my eyes travel down his body. The handkerchief that he'd been wearing earlier is still on the floor a few feet behind him. The black henley he's got on is unbuttoned and untucked. His dark jeans sit low on his hips, hugging him in all the right places. He's literally perfect. The thought flits across my mind, and I don't want to analyze it. I take a step forward, and slide my hands under his shirt.

He's still watching me, and I can see his pupils dilate at my touch. I move my hands upward, catching the hem of the shirt as I go. I lift it up past his chest, my fingers sliding across the warm muscle that makes up his body. He realizes what I'm trying to do and pulls the shirt off. He tosses it behind him, never taking his eyes off of me. I move closer, resting my hands on his chest, and kissing the spot just below his ear. I work my way back down to his chest, keeping eye contact whenever I can. I move lower, my hands sliding downward as my mouth moves. I reach his navel, and I have a strong urge to let my tongue dart out and taste him. So I do.

His body tenses, but he doesn't say anything. He just watches. I move down further, my lips brushing against the trail of hair leading into his jeans. I stop when I reach the metal button marking what, for me, is the point of no return.

"What're you doing." His voice is rough. I trace the line with my finger. He's still looking at me.

"I'm making a decision," I tell him. And then I undo the button.

I keep moving slowly, disengaging the button fly of his jeans, pushing them down his thighs, and stare at the physical evidence that I truly do drive him crazy. I brush my finger across the tip, and I can hear a breath hissing out between his clenched teeth. I look up at him, and he looks down at me. His eyes are almost black, pupils completely dilated. I lean forward, my eyes still on his, and I replace my finger with a brush of my lips.

I grab his hips, trying to give myself leverage, and I swipe my tongue across him before engaging my mouth more fully in the endeavour.

"Christ." His hands tangle themselves in my hair, and his hips start to move. I dig my nails into the skin on his hips, moved by his reaction.

There's almost nothing like seeing him like this, his head thrown back, all control completely given over to me. It's a rush. I move faster and he matches my speed. I slide my hands down his thighs, and that's when he stills.

"Stop." The word is a command. I pause, waiting. He grins, the expression cocky, contrasting with his now-black eyes. "This isn't ending that quickly."

I pull back and sit on my heels, giving my knees a break from the hardwood floor. I raise an eyebrow. He crouches down to my level, looking me in the eye.

"Oh, love. You have no idea what I'm going to do to you. We're just starting."

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So, I had a thought. Several, actually, but I'll try to keep on track. I'm not entirely sure what the median age is of those of you reading this. Personally, I'm nineteen. Almost twenty, actually. (March birthdays, woo!) So, for me, the sexual nature of this update isn't new. This the kind of thing I read, the sort of situations my friends and I discuss, and the subject matter tends to be relevant to the lives of those who are my age, (or even younger), and that of the (slightly older) characters in this story.

If you guys really aren't keen on this update being included as part of the story, I can remove it and make it into a bonus chapter, rename it 'Part 5.5' or something, and have the story do more of a fade-to-black thing just before this starts. Personally, I hate it when stories I'm reading do that, but if a lot of you are uncomfortable, I'll rearrange the story so that this update is optional in regard to understanding the progression of the plot. Let me know how you guys are feeling about it.

Thank you guys for the votes and comments--they absolutely make my day when I go into the Wattpad app on my phone (usually during class...University is rather boring a lot of the time) and see all of the notifications I have from you guys. I also read all of the comments, even if I don't respond to them. Lastly, I hope you guys all had a wonderful weekend, and hope your week is even better!

xoxo