Drawn to you

My cheeks flame hot, feeling embarrassed for assuming I could seduce him into staying. God, I’m behaving like some sex crazed lunatic. But I want him – bad.
I get that most people view sex as a big step in a relationship. I personally, do not. I don’t see a problem with giving in to your desires. I see more of a problem in denying yourself, I mean, how can this be a good thing? He’s just gone out with a hard on and I’m in here with a throbbing hard on too. If he’d just let me touch him, or if he’d just touch me, then this wouldn’t all be such a big deal. Maybe we would get it out of our system and realise this thing between us is just amplified lust.
With a sigh, I remove my clothes, conceding my defeat as I step in the shower to get ready for this party. As the water rushes down over my body, I close my eyes and imagine what it would be like to have him touch me the way I want him to. I’m so keyed up that my own hands, acting as his, slide over my skin, cupping my buttocks , gliding over my wet stomach and down to my crotch.
A quiet gasp escapes my lips as my fingers connect with my swollen cock. The thought of him, enough to increase the throbbing I feel inside. I wrap my soft tattooed hand over me,stroking my length
Leaning against the cool tiles, I let the water rush down my back as my hand works, back and forth, urging my orgasm to burst out of me. Holding on to the image of his face as he leans down to me, I concentrate on my tip, imagining it’s him touching me. A slight whimper erupts from my throat as I explode around my fingers, my knees go weak and my body shudders as I slow my movement, holding pressure on my sensitive slit as the ripples of pleasure subside.
Slowly, I remove my hand, standing up straight and continuing my shower, being sure to soap myself up to remove any scent of myself on my hands. When I turn the shower off, I wrap a towel around myself, and sit on the edge of the bath, feeling disappointed. I was so caught up in my need for release, that I didn’t consider how imagining him doing that to me would make me feel when I opened my eyes and it was all a fantasy. Now I just feel lonely, and a little wanton.
Sighing, I stand up and move over to the mirror. Using my hand to remove the fog, I look at my reflection. This is one of those times when I actually see myself as beautiful. Something about having an orgasm causes my skin to glow and my lips to turn a deep red colour. With my towel wrapped around me, I exit the bathroom to head back to my room and get dressed for this party. Not that I feel like going anymore. I kind of just want to sit in my room and wait for him to call – how sad is that?
“So where did David go?” Elliott calls, as I pass
“Gerard is going to the city tonight. He’s got something going on in Darling Harbour.”
“Oh, I love Darling Harbour. We should go there instead,”Anthony calls out from his room.
“I’m in, it beats hanging out around here,” Elliott agrees. “You in?”
A grin creeps over my face as it dawns on me that I don’t need to do what I’m told anymore. I just moved out of home. I don’t need anyone setting boundaries for me – especially not some guy I just met. Gerard isn’t my dad. He has no say in my life.
“Yeah, I’m in,” I smile, feeling powerful and in control for the first time in ages.
“Yes!” Elliott hisses, pumping his first in the air. “Wardrobe change!”
he spins around and starts rifling through his wardrobe, and I leave him to it, considering I’m still in my towel and need to get dressed myself.
I decide to wear the chocolate mocha jeans and ripped vest. I’ve never worn it before and have always really wanted to. Based on all of the pictures I’ve seen men where it with my colouring, mocha looks fantastic. And I really want to look fantastic tonight.
Elliott appears in my doorway, just as I’m finishing up with my hair. as I brush my hair down into my left eye
“Lookin’ hot bro,” he comments, waving his hand around like he’s touched something hot.
“Thank you. You’re looking amazing yourself.” he’s got this apple bottom jeans on and this slipknot shirt with this ripped black and red cardigan
“I know,” he teases, giving me a wink as he moves to sit on my bed.
“Did you tell Aaron we aren’t going to be at this party anymore?” he asks me.
“Oh. No. I’ll text him from the train,” I say, as I apply some red lipstick then blot it with a tissue.
“Are you two ready?” Anthony calls from the hall before coming into view. he’s wearing electric blue jeans and no shirt with a sleeveless hoodie my eyes kept going over his body, I saw some tattoos and he has his nipples pierce “Oh good. Let’s go. There’s a train leaving the station in, like, twenty minutes.”
We all file out of the townhouse and lock the front door, tucking our keys, ID’s, phones and money into our boxers for safe keeping.
Walking down the pathway, we head toward the station. I’m wearing these lime green high tops I wore to the Scarlett Party. With all three of us high tops , we’re making quite the racket with our footwear as it hits across the pavement.
“We should have drunk the rest of the schnapps,” Elliott says as we pay for our tickets and wait on the station. “The train ride is going to be so boring sober.”
“Ell, you think everything is boring sober,” Anthony laughs. It takes us a good hour on the train before we’re walking along Cockle Bay Wharf, trying to decide which club we want to go to. Eventually, we just choose the one that has the loudest music, and the most people.
“Looks like fun,”Elliott notes, dancing to the beat as we push our way through the crowd toward the bar. “OK, now we each need to get four drinks each or we’ll spend all bloody night at the bar,” he yells over the music.
“How the hell am I going to carry four drinks?” I yell back.
“Watch and learn.”
Leaning across the bar to yell his order at the average looking barman, he takes a straw from the dispenser and holds it between his teeth.
“Thank you,” he yells, picking up one glass in each hand with his forefingers and thumb then lifting them up and grabbing the other two cups with his remaining fingers and palms.
“And how do you drink them?” I ask. This is when he gives me a look that tells me I shouldn’t ever underestimate him. With the straw in his mouth, he rapidly downs the contents of one and flicks it on the floor, scattering ice all over the place. he keeps the straw in his mouth and just moves it across to the next drink.
“Elliott!” I admonish, looking down at the floor. “Someone will break their neck on all that ice!” I kneel down and pick up what I thought was a glass, but turns out to be a plastic cup and place it on the bar, ordering only two drinks because I don’t feel like doing the juggling act Elliott is doing.
“Chicken,” he laughs, as I turn around with my drinks. Childishly, I poke my tongue out at him and stand to the side while Anthony orders his. he turns around with three bottles of those vodka mixes we all love so much.
“It works out to four,” he immediately says to Elliott. “Besides, I am not having a drinking competition with you tonight. Otherwise poor Frank will have to carry both of our drunken arses home!”
“Party poopers – the both of you!” he calls out, returning to the bar and ordering four more. I can’t believe he’s finished them already. I’ve barely made it half way through one.
This time he returns with shots. “No, no, no,” I say as he attempts to thrust one in my hands.
“Yes, yes, yes. Drink two, then we’ll go dance, and I won’t make you drink anymore. I promise.”
“Fine,” I say, finishing off one drink and returning my cup to the bar before I accept the shot glasses from him. “How am I going to do this?” I ask, holding one cup in one hand and two stacked shot glasses in the other.
“Seriously, you are such a night club virgin,” he scolds me. “Here. I’ll hold this one.” he takes my cup of bourbon and coke from my hand so I’m free to do the shots.
Wincing at them, I take a deep breath before tipping my head back and quickly downing the both of them.
“Holy shit,” I exclaim, shaking my head quickly and coughing a little, as the burn constricts my throat. “What the hell was that?”
“Absinthe.”
“That was mean,” Anthony giggles, taking taking a leisurely drink of his Cruiser.
Elliott hands me back my other drink, and I take a gulp of it, just to wash the taste of the absinthe away.
“Let’s go dance,” he calls over the music.“Taking me by the hand, he pulls me after him as he forces our way to the dance floor, securing a position he feels is adequate, before he raises his hands above his head as begins to dance.
The music seems as though it has a pulse, as the coloured lights dart around the dimly lit dance floor. Bodies are pressed against bodies, as they gyrate to the beat as it vibrates our very cells.
Mimicking their moves, I lift my arms, swaying my hips to the music, letting the throb dictate my moves. The air is thick with human warmth, but filled with energy as we sway. It doesn’t take long before we start to attract the attention of some would-be suitors. They seem to slip in amongst us seamlessly.
The guy next to me, slightly shorter than I, with fashionably messy short brown hair, leans into my ear to speak.
“I love short guys with tattoos,” he says, yelling over the music.
“Good for you,” I yell back, holding my thumbs up to congratulate him. He doesn’t take my disinterest as a hint though, and continues his attempt to dance with me.
I look in the opposite direction, attempting to give him the cold shoulder. When I turn back, he’s gone, and so are the other two guys that were after Elliott and Anthony.
“Over there,” Elliott says in my ear, looking over my shoulder.
Following his line of sight, I notice Gerard, and a couple of other guys, leaning up against a pylon, watching us dance. Pausing, I place my hands on my hips and stop moving.
Extending his index finger, he beckons me forward, a slightly unimpressed look on his beautiful face. Walking toward him, I try to look as unfazed as possible, pretending that I am an incredibly confident mam won’t be told what he can and can’t do.
As I get closer, he glances toward the two other guys, tilts his head, and effectively dismisses them.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Dancing,” I state, my hands placed firmly on my hips. I’ve heard that this is a confident stance, and since I’m starting to feel a little lightheaded after those drinks, I’m also feeling a little bold as well.
“You’re supposed to be a party.”
“Change of plans.”
His eyes skim up and down my body as he slowly nods his head.
“Besides, I thought you were here for a reason. Why the hell are you standing here watching women and men dance?” I accuse, taking a step closer to him as I poke him in the chest
“There’s only one man I want to watch dance Frank, and that’s you,” he says in my ear. The fact that I’m in his direct proximity has made me even more light-headed. I need to learn to keep my distance when I’m angry with him, or I’m never going to get my way.
“Here,” he says, reaching into his jeans. Out of his pocket, he pulls a small Bluetooth ear piece, and attaches to my ear, moving my hair so it covers it. “Give me your phone.”
Reaching into my boxers, I slide my phone out and hold it out to him. His eyebrows are raised as he accepts it from my hands. Using it, he calls himself, activating the ear piece. Reaching up, he presses it to answer the call, brushing his thumb lightly against my cheek. “Dance for me,” he says into the handset.
“Here?” I ask.
“No. Out there. I want to watch you.”
Walking backwards slowly, I keep eye contact with him, loving the way he watches me as I dissolve back into the crowd.
“Stop there,” he commands, as I reach the edge of the dance floor. I do as he says, watching him and waiting for what comes next.
“Now close your eyes. Listen to my voice, and feel the music. Move your hips. Imagine you’re moving only for me.” His voice caresses me as it enters my ear, the only clear thing in a throbbing sea of pulsating bodies. I follow his instructions, feeling the music vibrate through me, imagining that only he and I are in the room as I sensuously roll my hips from side to side, letting my hands slide up my body, from my thighs until I reach my hair, lifting it, letting it cascade slowly over my fingers like what a women does but come on it should make him come hard.
A body brushes up against mine, and I flinch, thinking it might be another unwanted suitor, but no sooner do I open my eyes than the offending toucher is mysteriously absent.
“Just focus on my voice,” he says. “Dance for me. You look so goddamned sexy in that outfit If you were ready, I could take you right now,” he tells me, causing my insides to clench. “Jesus, I’m getting hard just looking at you. Everybody here wants you. Every man and women in here is looking at you, hungry, thinking that he or she needs you. Fuck. Franklin, get the hell back over here. I need you. I need you by my side.” Opening my eyes, my focus goes immediately to where he’s standing, the look in his face is so full of hunger that I can’t even think straight. All I want is him.
As I step toward him, I’m stopped by some random guy, stepping in front of me, grabbing at my waist and telling me how gorgeous he thinks I am.
Panicked, I look to where I last saw Gerard, only to find he isn’t there. I push the guy away from me, telling him no.
“Come on darlin’, just one dance. That’s all I want,” he says, pulling me closer.
“Get the fuck off him,” Gerard growls, towering over the other guy who is too drunk to realise when he’s met his match.
“Find your own man,” the idiot yells back, keeping his hand on my waist. Gerard reaches out and grabs his arm, twisting it uncomfortably, whispering close to his ear. I can’t hear what he says, but the guy’s face goes as white as a sheet before he rapidly makes his retreat.
“What did you say?” I ask, as he pulls me against him.
“I told him it’s not nice to try and snipe another man’s lover,” he informs me with a grin, just before he takes my mouth in his, swaying with me to the music, our bodies pressed up against each other as our lips lock. It’s so erotic that my body screams out for him to touch me more intimately.His hands slide over my body, cupping my butt firmly in his strong hands, pressing me against him. I can feel his need for me growing between our bodies as we melt into one another. His hands slide down under my jeans to my boxers and exposed skin
“What’s this?” he asks.
“Mini boxers,” I reply.
“We should have a rule about underwear,” he says in my ear.
“You’re the only one who was ever going to see them,” I murmur.
A grin creeps over his face as his hands move either side of my face, pushing my hair back as he looks into my eyes intently.
“What is this?” he asks suddenly. “This thing between us.”
“I don’t know,” I reply, “But it feels like everything.”
“Everything,” he repeats, just as his mouth meets mine.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<<br> “I’m sorry I ruined your fight,” I say, as Gerard walks me to my door. Elliott and Anthony are already inside. Actually, they’re spying on Gerard and me through the window while they share a tube of Pringles.
“No, you’re not,” he chuckles, taking me by the hand and pulling me to the side of the house, out of the sight of my prying roommates.
“I don’t want to say goodbye,” I whisper, tilting my head up toward him, holding my mouth a hair’s breadth away from his.
“Then don’t,” he returns, letting his lips brush lightly against my own.
His eyes darken as he moves toward me, holding out his hand for me to take. He pulls me toward him, and my hands fly up to brace myself as our bodies collide.
Holding me firmly against his body, he dips his head, taking my mouth in his. Every single cell in my body sings in joy as euphoric feelings swirl within me, increasing my want – my need – of this man. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and bends his knees, picking me up over his shoulder. Squealing, I kick my legs. “I’m taking you with me,” he informs me, as he deposits me in his car, leaning in to kiss me as he clips me in safely.
“We could just stay here. I haven’t even slept in my new room yet.”
“Your bed is too small.”
“Last night, we slept on top of each other – we don’t need that much space,” I point out.
“Are you always going to argue with me?” he asks, as he starts the car and pulls away from the curb.
“Are you always just going to do whatever suits you?” I return.
“Yes,” he grins.
“Then yes, I’m going to argue.”I smirk moving my bangs out my face

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