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Before I could scribble it down, Daniel snatched the pen out of my hand and shook his head, ignoring the laughter erupting from both Brad and I. “See, it's been two hours and you're already on their side. Where's the loyalty? Sicily, I'm really hurt. Like deep down.”
I giggled, leaning forward, and without any thought at all, I went in to kiss him on the cheek. However, as I did, he turned towards me, and I ended up planting one right on his lips. Instead of pulling away though, I sunk into it, and felt his hand grip my head, his fingers intertwined in my hair. Whether it was the alcohol or his lips, my breath immediately escaped my lungs. When I pulled back, he smiled that geeky smile again and Brad cleared his throat.
“Well, kids, that's my cue. Besides, I haven't seen Riley in about 15 minutes, so I'm pretty sure he's praying to the porcelain God right now.”
When Brad left, we sat there quietly, looking all around us. I glanced over Daniel's shoulder at the people dancing, giggling at the drunken, less than melodic moves several of the guys had going on. None of the girls seemed to mind though, all of them just as wasted. He lifted his brows and nodded towards the dance floor. “I cannot dance at all. I'm talking, I get up there with this really good idea of what to do in my mind and then I end up shuffling back and forth snapping my fingers like it's 1954.You wanna dance?”
I shook my head, giggling. “No, I would have to say not.”
Just then, Amber scooted onto the chair next to me, fanning herself. “I'm drunk, hot, and there are far too many people in here. If a single one of these people vomit, there's going to be a chain reaction set off that could completely destroy everyone's evening and possibly rip a hole in the fabric of time and space.”
One of the other guys, Mitch, turned around and pointed at Amber, nodding his head. “I was thinking the same thing. We're all gonna head back to our house in town and continue the party. We've got a pool table, a crap ton of alcohol, and more than enough couches to pass out on if the need arises. You ladies are more than welcome to head back with us.”
I looked at Amber and Amber looked at me, and we both nodded our heads at the same time. While we were leaving the masses to go to a house party, that did not mean that it wasn't going to be packed. As Amber took care of the tab at the bar, Daniel stood next to me, the guys calling for him from the door. He groaned and smiled at me. “So, you're coming, right?”
I nodded. “Yep. We have a driver, and she's paying her tab now, and we have your address. So, I'll see you in like 20 minutes.”
Mitch ran up behind Daniel and grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the door. He took my hand, kissing the back of it before letting it slip out, smiling at me. As he disappeared out the door, Amber popped up next to me, wiggling her eyebrows. “I'm totally down for this party, but you better get laid. If this night goes by and not one of us gets laid, you and I are going to reevaluate where we are in life.”
I laughed, hooking my arm in hers as we made our way out to the car. I was nervous the entire ride to the house, and I wasn't even sure why. I was drunk, I wasn't supposed to be nervous. But as we pulled up and the door opened, Amber telling the driver that he could go home, and if they left anytime soon, she would just catch a cab, the anxiety in me reached full force. We stood in front of the house, watching as people went in and out, laughing and talking. I scanned the crowd for Daniel, knowing that I didn't want to go searching for him and look too desperate, but I also knew no one there, and didn't want to feel awkward either.
Luckily, I didn't have to. As Amber and I started up the walk, I felt a hand slip into mine. I quickly looked over to find Daniel standing there smiling. As soon as he touched my hand all the anxiety went away, and I was solely focused on him. He glanced at Amber and then back at me, nodding towards the house. “Come on, I wanna show you something.”
I agreed without words, holding tightly to his hand as we made our way through the crowd and up the stairs, turning right and down the hallway. We reached the last door on the right and went inside, closing the door behind us. He clicked on a neon sign on the wall to light up the room but not blind us. I stood looking around, obviously in his bedroom, smirking at the band posters on the wall and the collage of photos he had stick pinned into the borders of a cork board. He had a Berkeley flag hanging in front of his window as a makeshift curtain and an enormous bed in the center.
“What did you want to show me?” I asked with a smirk.
He shook his head, taking my clutch from me and setting it to the side before stepping very close and putting his hands on each side of my face. “Nothing. I just wanted to be alone with you.”
On any other night I would have taken that for a line, and immediately felt creeped out, but not with him. The way he looked at me, the way he said it, it felt genuine, like he really meant it. And I would be lying if the entire drive back to his place I wasn't hoping for this exact situation.
He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue parting my lips as my hands clung to his sides, feeling the strength of his muscles. Our bodies pressed drunkenly together, and I could feel the bulge in his pants hardening against me. I was breathless, almost panting, but I couldn't let go of his lips, the feeling of his tongue gently rolling against mine as we pressed harder together.
With the momentum of his body, we stumbled backward, our feet tangling. He held tight to me until we hit the bed. There was a brief moment of laughter before our eyes locked and the passion inflamed. Soft touches became heated and suddenly we couldn't get close enough. My hands reached up under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin as we kissed, his hands pushing up my crop top and bra, grasping at my breasts. He dipped his hips down rubbing his captured cock against me, pulling a low moan from my throat.
The sound of my voice emboldened him, and he sat up, pulling his shirt off and unbuttoning his jeans. I sat up, smiling, pulling my shirt and bra off, throwing them to the side. He hopped on one foot trying to pull his jeans off and then stopped before falling, ripping the laces on his Chucks loose. He collapsed cross legged on the floor as I took my shoes off, laughing wildly at his tangled mess. He let out a deep sigh and fell back, his pants around his knees, his shoes stuck. I stood up, focusing my eyes on his, watching as they deepened in lust, watching me undo my shorts and slide them down.
He bit his lip as I reached down, pulling one of his shoes off and then the other before gripping the bottom of each pant leg and pulling his jeans off, throwing them to the side. The alcohol had done more than thrown away my inhibitions, it had heightened the feeling of sensuality that circulated through me, throbbing between my thighs. Hooking my thumbs in the straps of my panties, I pulled them down and stepped out of them. I knelt down between his legs and gripped his hard cock, pulling it from his boxer briefs. Daniel reached for me but I slapped away his hand, running mine up and down the tight hard shaft free from constraint. His eyes rolled back and he let his head fall, groaning at the downward motion of my palm.
I stroked his cock until I couldn't stand it anymore and then climbed up his body, situating myself over top of him. Very slowly I lowered, taking him into me. My head flew back and I moaned, my eyes rolling in pleasure. My hands rubbed up my stomach and over my breasts, and I slowly raised back up and down again, feeling that sensation all over again. I repeated, over and over, each time rolling my hips against him before rising again, quickening my pace. He gripped my waist as my mouth fell open, breathless whispers of muffled screams coming from me.
Suddenly his fingers tightened and he flipped me over, pushing immediately back into me. He intertwined his fingers in mine and pushed my arms over my head, pounding harder and faster into me, one of my legs around his waist, the other pulled up at his side. He released my hands and pushed my legs at the knees, pressing me into the shag rug beneath us.
I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from singing out in pleasure for the whole house to hear. He groaned, pushing deep inside of me and then pulsed, his skin slapping to mine.
"I'm gonna cum," I whispered breathlessly.
"Fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back as he quickened his pace again.
I felt my entire body light up with ecstasy, tendrils of pleasure erupting from my core, soaring through my body like waves. I sucked in a deep breath, holding it deep as I orgasmed, feeling him push a few more times before going deep and lowering his forehead to mine. His body stiffened as he erupted, his cock engorged and pulsing inside of me as my body wrapped around him, our orgasms combining.
His body shuttered to me, his hips twitching in unrhythmic pulses as he finished, both of us relaxing into each other in triumph. We laid there for a second as our bodies recovered and then he stood up, leaning down and scooping me into his arms. I wasn't sure what to expect, but between the peak of alcohol and the wild orgasm, I didn't have much left in me. With care, Daniel laid me down in the bed and climbed in behind me, pulling me close as he covered us. I could feel the warmth of his rising and falling chest against my back, and the feeling of his heart beating quickly lulled me into a deep sleep.
So deep, in fact, that when I woke, the room was still dark, the sun yet risen, and I didn't recognize Amber's face at first. She put her finger to her lips and smirked, tapping her watch and pointing downstairs. I nodded and carefully dragged myself from the bed, trying desperately to find all of my clothes in the dark against the wild spinning in my head. I dressed, sitting on the floor to put on my shoes, and then pulled out a piece of paper from my bag to scribble a note on. I considered giving him my number, but stopped, knowing that it was an amazing night, but expecting anything else from a distance was a recipe for disaster. So, instead, I wrote a simple note and set it on the stand next to him, smiling before leaving the room.
I wasn't sure why, but it was really hard to leave him. I knew I would get over it though, and soon enough life would go back to normal, and I'd be the boring girl with the book in her hand. Cinderella had to leave the ball at some point, right?
Daniel
