Yes guys this is still going.
"Oh I think you know." He smirked and shut the door with his foot.
"Uhm..." I knew what he meant. "I-I think you should probably go..."
"I think I should stay." He smiled and walked over to me. "There are two ways this could go. Willingly or... well you know..." I swallowed hard and took a step back.
"Really, Brendon? You tease me, abuse me, and now you want to have sex with me? Why?"
"Because you're not as strong as everyone thinks you are, as you think you are. You're vulnerable and that's the perfect time to get what I want. Plus I know you still love me. You'll do anything for me. I know that for a fact. Don't try to deny it. I'm everything you want and want to be. I'm the person you wish you were and that drives. You. Crazy. You want to be Ms. Popular with tons of friends. You just want to stop feeling so bad about yourself. You think that if maybe you could get someone to like you, you would be able to know what it's like to be loved by someone other than your parents. News flash darling: that's never going to happen. You're just a nobody." He laughed and fisted his hand in my hair.
"God I hate you, why do I want this so badly too?" I mumbled, mostly to myself but he heard me.
"Bad habits like me are hard to break, baby." He smirked and pushed me onto my bed.
"Not now. Josh and Andrew are-" I sit up.
"-having lunch three streets over. Relax, Christian, they'll never know." He smirks and gets on top of me.
"They'll find out somehow! Besides you said-"
"Yeah I know what I said." He hissed. "But you're just laying here infront of me, what am I supposed to do, huh? You whore."
"Shut the fuck up and get off."
"You're too gorgeous for your own good." He smiled and grabbed my hips.
"So how is this gonna go exactly? We have sex then you leave me alone forever?" I asked with a bored look on my face. He just continues to stare at me. "Oh my god, fucking get off." I gasp, writhing weakly under him and feeling my eyes widen considerably when the he starts fucking touching my face and neck.
His longish fingers are cold, but the contact makes me shiver from more than that. "GET OFF!" I shouted.
His chocolate eyes flare wide in panic and he crashes his lips against mine. His hot breath spilles into my mouth and I can't contain a tiny moan which makes my foggy mind clear for a moment. He was taking it too far. I struggle, but found that now I really couldn't get out from under him, because the brown haired boy was practically pinning me down, and what had started as something fairly innocent and gentle was now hot and raw and messy, and I gasp when a pair of hips slammed down onto my own.
"Get… off… a-ahh…" I managed, twisting my head sharply and breaking the kiss. I wasn't sure what was happening, not exactly, only that this was wrong, because I doesn't do this sort of stuff with guys, and I hate this guy. And yet I can feel the growing tent in his jeans and that's probably what scares me the most, because this shouldn't be happening.
He dips down and this time I can't help but respond, our lips moving together in a state of simple perfection, two jigsaw pieces finding their match. "I want you to be screaming my name." He growls harshly, nipping at my bottom lip and drawing a soft, surprised sound from the back of my throat.
"Whoa," I panted "I don't think so." I push Brendon off of me at last. "Now get out of my house, thank you, and goodbye." I back away, my hair mussed from Brendon's fingers.
Brendon picked himself up from where he had fallen. He gazed back at me with his dusky eyes, and raised a dark, dramatic eyebrow. "I don't remember saying that you had a choice," He said quietly, starting towards me again.
Oh. Oh, my God is all that I can think, and I turn and try to run down the stairs, realizing much too late that I'm still dizzy and helpless, and I trip, and I'm falling and colliding with something, and that something is breaking. Pain shoots up my right arm, and my skin is broken and something hot and liquidy is flowing down the surface, pooling in the carpet just below my elbow, and I think that maybe I'll pass out and then maybe that will save me from the pain that Brendon just promised would come.
And then Brendon has me in his arms, and I see, blearily, that the thing I cut myself on is the glass from my coffee table, the remains of which cover the floor. I'm pushed against the wall, and I'm squirming, still attempting to free myself, nevermind that Brendon looks fucking hot right now, with his mess of dark hair sticking up in all directions, shining glossily, his opalescent skin practically glowing, his big chocolate eyes bright with expectation.
I don't even care. My back is sticky, maybe from blood. It itches against the hard wall, and I wriggle my good arm out from the his grasp. Blindly, I lash out at Brendon's face and make contact with something. His nose. Brendon's grip relaxed for a quarter of a second, but that was enough for me to work myself free.
Scarlet blood streams from Brendon's nose, but eerily enough, he doesn't look very angry. In fact he's laughing. I tremble and find that I'm frozen in place as he advances, and the next moment I'm pushed down against the couch and under Brendon again. Hands are tugging insistently at my clothes, and I just can't process it all, because, damn, I'm completely overcome and turned on and I can't think, not with Brendon's lips feverishly crushing my own, his hot body rubbing all over me, and it feels so good, and I know that I want this and I don't care that I can't pretend I hate him anymore.
Brenond's mouth is suddenly against my bleeding arm, and holy shit, it hurts, yeah, but the sensation of his tongue flicking in and out of the wound, swirling the blood into his mouth, sucking almost desperately at the ripped skin; it's something that I've never experienced before. I can't help myself, a stream of high, fairly incoherent noises issues from my sweaty, open mouth, and I shake because this is fucking fantastic.
Somehow, my mouth finds the soft skin of Brendon's neck, and I nip and bite at the velvety membrane stretched tight over his collarbones, admiring the milky, creamy paleness, and wondering despite myself what Brendon would look like completely exposed, spread out before me like a million of the flakes of snow I've never seen.
Brendon tips his head back, his tongue leaving my arm for a bit, exposing his larynx and letting out an exquisite "Oooh" sound when my mouth finds its mark once again. His hands flutter around my still clothed chest, as if trying to find a purpose, and they do, and soon we are both bare chested, and Brendon is marveling at the bright ink that covers my skin.
I, however, dive back into his mouth in impatience, and my breath hitches in my throat when he pulls my belt and jeans off, and I try to do the same for Brendon, but I feel faint and can't complete the task. I let my head thud onto Brendon's shoulder, hoping for a moment of rest, and start at the feel of Brendon's long fingers yanking adamantly at the waistband of my underwear. I lift myself from the ground, grinding against Brendon in the process, and I don't want to stop, the feeling sending little shockwaves of pleasure darting up my spine. Brendon is evidently caught up in the same cloud nine, his eyes rolling back in his head as he opens his mouth and groans loudly, letting the dirty, mewling syllables roll around on his tongue.
I make no move to stop him when Brendon rips the last troublesome articles of clothing away, planting a sloppy kiss on my lips, and I almost choke when a firm hand wraps around my waist, and I splutter clumsily and tangle my fingers into Brendon's soft, black, lovely hair.
My legs hook around Brendon's waist, ankles locking behind his back, and I feel Brendon hold my small body to his chest, and I suck at the small, round pink circle that is Brendon's nipple, listening to the heavenly sounds that this elicits from him. I feel myself being pressed against the wall, and Brendon is rocking my hips against mine, and I'm lost to the world because fuck, that's just perfect, the sweet friction ripping through my entire body.
I can tell Brendon wants more, though, and a sense of uncertainty fills me before I'm swept up in another fierce kiss, and this time Brendon is biting at my bottom lip, tongue swiping at my teeth, and I shudder because I can taste my own blood there, the metallic flavor making me want to retch, but at the same time, it's so erotic that I can't help but swallow.
The kiss becomes heavier because- oh- I can feel Brendon's finger inside of me, and that's not so bad, even two fingers is alright… three hurts, but I force myself to focus on the taste of Brendon's lips and tongue and the blood, and I cry out when suddenly Brendon is stretching me, and I can't help but tense instinctively because, hell, that's actually really painful.
"Fuck…" Brendon says, his voice slightly slurred. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" It isn't even a question, and I wince and nod because, yes, I supposes I am. "Okay… just… God, you're tight… relax…"
I think that that's easy for him to say because… OH! "Brendon," I gasped, "Do that again…Fuck..." Brendon twists his fingers viciously, and I arch my back in ecstasy. My arm is still bleeding, and Brendon's face is covered in my blood aswell. I don't care, and I connects our lips again, this time softer, gentler. Brendon is having none of that, though, and he digs his sharp fingernails into the skin of my hips, leaving pink half circles behind, and a trickle of blood where his thumbnail broke through. I pull back in alarm, only to cry out in pain when Brendon shoves his tip in, the pressure in my abdomen practically doubling. "Stop!" I screamed, feeling Brendon shove himself in all the way.
"Relax." Brendon's voice is near my ear, his breathing coming in short pants, and my body jerks a little when Brendon moves his hips back, and I'm unable to stop the moan that tears itself from my throat in a ragged, raw, animal sound, because I'm so fucking full and it feels so right, and even the dull but persistent burning sensation can't and won't deny me the desire I'm feeling now.
It's as if Brendon can't control himself anymore, his hips pulsing forward urgently, thrusting and slamming into me harder and harder until- "Fuck, yes, right there!" -Something triggers inside me and I scream, my voice garbled and unintelligible. Hell, even I don't know what I'm saying, that's how intense this is, because now there's only Brendon against me, his beautiful eyes narrowed in concentration, mouth half open, blood still dripping from his nose and falling to splatter hotly on my thighs like ink.
Brendon laps at my neck, dragging his tongue up the side of my face torturously slow just like he's doing with his hips right now. I tilt my head to the side, tangling my fingers into Brendon's hair, and Brendon inhales sharply when I begin to suck sensuously on his Adam's apple. I just can't help it when I roll my hips upward, forcing Brendon deeper, and electricity fizzles beautifully between us, the feel of hot skin on skin telling us both that we were close.
Brendon gave an evil grin, pulling all the way out and causing me to groan tiredly, completely bewildered. Then he roughly pushed back in, but this time all the way, slamming down against me forcefully, the corners of his mouth curling upward in satisfaction at the sound of the my voice.
"Brendon!" I scream wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, euphoria spreading from my hips upward, the unfamiliar rising in my stomach making me shake violently against Brendon, who gave a high pitched, keening cry as he came that threw me for another loop, both of us collapsing onto the ground in bliss and exhaustion, our sweat soaking eachother, making my short pink hair stick to my forehead, the heat of my release leaving me eventually, so that I was shivering a bit from the coolness of the room.