I’m pleased when he doesn’t make me move away and I feel him turn, taking me in his arms and looking down at me adoringly. Awe, I love it when he looks at me like that. With his eyes all soft and his lips forming into one of his sexy as sin smirks. He could melt the butter off anyone’s bread he’s that hot.
“Hey you,’’ he whispers huskily taking in my appearance. Once he finishes his inspection his eyes darken and he brings me flush against his body in one quick fluid move. “Fuck! Are you trying to kill me? You look so fucking hot right now,’’ he growls sending shivers down my spine.
Grinning up at him I give him a wink which makes him chuckle. It soon slips though when I notice the girl still standing there next to him.
“So Malik, want to come back to mine later?’’ she purrs.
I feel sick as soon as the words leave her mouth and try to pull away from Malik feeling uncomfortable. He tenses next to me, tightening his hold and I can feel the easy going tension he had a minute ago leave the room. So I do the only thing a girl can do when someone comes onto her man, I fight back.
“No he doesn’t want to fucking go back to yours, you little slut. You can see he has a girlfriend, one standing right next to him in fact. Do you seriously think that highly of yourself that you think he’d say yes to you in front of me?’’ I laugh.
“Malik doesn’t do girlfriends,’’ she sneers at me.
“No, he never wanted skanks as his girlfriends, doesn’t mean he didn’t want one. That’s the difference,’’ I point out.
“Whatever bitch. It won’t be long until he’s in my bed. Again,’’ she says before walking off.
The anger raging through my body is ready to explode as I watch her sway her hips walking away. She’s wearing what can only be described as a belt, it’s that fucking small, and as soon as she gets over to her friends she turns back around smirking over at me before her eyes turn to Malik and winks.
Fucking winks!
Boiling mad I want to charge over there and wipe that fucking smug smile from off her face, but instead I turn around facing Malik with a serious expression.
“Please tell me you did not touch that?’’
He laughs which only fuels my anger. He must see that I’m deadly serious because he loses his grin and abruptly stops laughing.
“No, I’ve never touched her. She’s the town bike, every fuckers had a ride on that, but not me,’’ he shivers.
“Promise?’’ I ask wanting to make sure.
“Babe? Seriously? I’d tell you the truth I promise. None of the other girls meant shit to me, but you do. You know that. So never question whether I’m being truthful or not because I promise you, I’ll be telling the truth every. Single. Time.’’
“I’m taking that as a no?’’ I question making him chuckle.
Grabbing my hips he brings my body flush against his again, his rock hard body pressed against mine. The bottle of WKD dangles from my hand which I’ve wrapped around his neck, so I’m being careful not to spill it, but when he kisses me the bottle nearly drops from my fingers.
“Hmmm,’’ I moan loving the taste of him. He’s had a drink tonight; I can taste beer on his tongue as I massage mine against his.
“Fuck, I could kiss you all day,’’ he tells me huskily against my lips.
“Likewise, but I hope that day includes night because I’m hoping for a lot more,’’ I flirt.
His eyes open wide before he gives me his signature smirk.
“Is that so?’’ he asks to which I nod yes. “Better get my game on then,’’ he says before bringing his lips down to mine making me giggle.
As the kiss heats up, the more desperate Malik becomes. I can feel his erection against my stomach making me want him desperately. I don’t know about driving him crazy, but it’s driving me insane and that wasn’t a part of the plan.
We pull away when Denny interrupts us, “Come on, I didn’t come here to watch a porno,’’ she teases making me and the lad that Malik was playing pool with chuckle.
“Sorry,’’ I say feeling my cheeks heat.
“No you’re not,’’ she winks.
Taking the first swig of my drink I’m pleased to find it doesn’t taste like alcohol. Not that I’d know what that tastes like, but my other friends at my old school always coughed after they had a sip of a drink.
“Harlow this is Rob, he races with us at the field,’’ he says introducing me to the lad he was playing pool with.
“Hey,’’ I greet smiling at him.
He returns the smile with a nod and a grin before looking back to Malik, “You playing or what? I’ve got twenty quid with my name on it.’’
“You’ve twenty quid to lose you mean?’’ Malik laughs grabbing his pool cue.
*** *** *** *** ***
The night progresses pretty much the same. I’m on my fourth drink of the night and feeling pretty tipsy. I’ve stopped myself from accepting any more drinks as I don’t want to suffer a hangover tomorrow. I’ve seen what they can do to people, I’m not completely sheltered. I have big plans tomorrow night and I don’t want them ruined because I drank too much.
It’s getting late and nearly curfew time when Mason shows up with his arm around some blonde bimbo with fake boobs. Denny had started to relax about an hour ago when we thought he wasn’t going to show up. Malik said he had to go sort something out at the bar so we presumed he would be held up there all night. I did ask Malik why Mason came to these parties when he was old enough to go out clubbing. He just said Mason isn’t in to the whole clubbing scene and he only pops in on occasions to see some old mates that still hang about.
It seems Chris’s parties are legendary. Before Chris it had been his older brother Matt that threw them. I guess it became a tradition because their eldest brother John also threw parties.
I’m secretly hoping Denny doesn’t notice him, but then all bets are off the moment she sees him. Her eyes water immediately, and then turn to stone once she lays her eyes on the girl rubbing herself up against him. Not wanting her to cause a scene I walk over to her quickly.
“Are you okay?’’ I whisper, not wanting the people around us to hear.
“Yeah, but if it’s okay with you can we go? I don’t think I can stay here and watch him all over another girl,’’ she says softly, pain evident in her voice.
I turn back to Mason to see him tongue deep with the same girl. A part of me really wants to walk over there and bang their heads together. I may even knock a few of his teeth out. I giggle inwardly at the thought.
“Jesus, she’s going to eat him,’’ I murmur out loud.
I relax as soon as Denny giggles beside me, “She does look like she’s about to swallow him,’’ she laughs again gaining Mason’s attention.
Something like pain crosses his eyes when they lock on Denny’s before he shakes himself out of it looking indifferent to the situation. He scowls over at us, and then does something so childish I want to go over and tip his beer all over him. He leans down to the girl kissing her deeply before grabbing her ass and shoving her up the wall. Denny’s intake of breath has me snapping my head to her. She’s not even trying to hide the hurt on her face anymore. Her face contorts in a painful way as the tears begin to pour.
“Come on; let’s get out of here,’’ I whisper, putting my arm around her.
She leans into me, a sob catching at the back of her throat. As soon as I hear her cry I have the urge to go over there and kick him in the balls. He’s a fucking twat for doing this to her. He knew it would hurt her seeing him with another girl, so it makes me wonder if he did it on purpose.
We get to the basement steps when he calls out to us, not letting us go in peace.
“What do you want Mason?’’ I ask shooting both him and the bimbo a glare.
“What’s wrong?’’ he smirks looking at me. His eyes flicker to Denny, and for a minute I actually think he’s sorry, but then he looks back to me wearing the same arrogant smirk as before.
“What do you think asshole?’’
“At least she’s going home with you tonight. I honestly thought I’d have to get a restraining order,’’ he laughs making me drop my arm around Denny and move towards him.
Denny’s arm shoots out stopping me. I turn to her confused but then I see her wiping away her tears and glaring over at Mason.
“You won’t need a restraining order Mason. But talk to me again and I’ll make you wish you never met me.’’
“Already do sweetheart,’’ he winks acting so out of character. Or maybe this is how he always acted around girls, I don’t know.
My eyes go wide when I watch Denny walk over to Mason, a sweet smile playing on her face.
“Oh baby, you know nothing,’’ she says sweetly before bringing her knee up and slamming it into his balls.
Mason falls down to the floor with a pained noise, rolling over to his side holding his junk through his jeans.
“You bitch,’’ He wheezes, his eyes clamped shut.
“Next time I’ll make sure you cough your balls up,’’ she says before turning and leaving. I give one more look to Mason on the floor crying out in pain before running up the stairs after her with a grin on my face. I’m so glad she stood up to him. I know it doesn’t mean she’s not hurting, but it’s a step closer towards moving on and it probably made her feel better for that split second. It did me and he never hurt me.
“You okay?’’ I ask once I catch up to her.
“Yeah. Did I really just do that?’’ she asks shocked.
“Yeah and it fucking rocked,’’ I hoot.
She laughs loudly before her laughs turn into muffled sobs and I bring her in for a hug.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay. We’re leaving now, so we won’t have to see him.’’
“Why is he being so mean to me, Harlow? It’s one thing for him to kick me out of his bed, but to act like I’m the one who had stolen his virtue, it’s killing me inside. It hurts so goddamn much.’’
“He’s a man. All men are pricks,’’ I tell her but she gives me a look that has me retracting that statement. “Okay, not all men are pricks, but anyone who hurts you is. He’s not worth it Denny. Soon you’ll be crying over another lad who broke your heart until you find Mr. Right. I know people say he doesn’t exist, but I truly believe we have our other half out there somewhere waiting for us.’’
“Yeah, but what if Mason’s my other half?’’ she asks sadly.
“Then he just lost the best thing that could ever have happened to him. But I believe if he was, things will work out the way they should.’’
“I don’t think I can ever trust him again Harlow. He’s hurt me so badly. All over me giving him something I’ll never get back.’’
“Hey, you off?’’ Malik says interrupting us as he runs towards us. He looks between me and Denny before scrunching up his eyes. It has me wanting to laugh at him. He looks petrified that he’s going to be dragged into our heart to heart and have to talk about emotions.
“Yeah, I was just about to text you to come and say goodbye.’’
“I’m coming with you,’’ he says looking at me like I’m mad.
“You can stay here with your friends. I know you don’t have curfew on weekends so you don’t need to come back on my account,’’ I smile.
“I know I don’t, but I want to head home with you. I’ll be bored without you and just end up wondering what you’re doing all night anyway,’’ he shrugs like it’s no big deal, when really it’s one of the sweetest things he has ever said. My heart melts right there and I can’t help but give him a soppy smile.
“Come on then,’’ I tell him turning my smile into a grin.
He jumps down the last few steps of the house, grabbing a hold of me by the waist. He gives me a questioning look about Denny, but I shake my head and mouth ‘later’ to him. He nods his head before grabbing my hand leading the way back home.
By the time we get back home Denny is a sobbing mess. She hasn’t spoken the entire way home and I think Malik is mostly the reason for that, but I know we’ll talk once we get inside the privacy of my room.
“I’ll be up in a minute,’’ I tell her, but she walks past me up the stairs looking like a zombie. Especially with the makeup running down her face from all her tears.
“What happened?’’ Malik grunts.
“Mason. He was a complete asshole to her Malik. He’s lucky I didn’t kick him in the balls.’’
“Well someone did that for you,’’ he chuckles pulling me to him. “When I left he was by the fridge with a bag of ice to his dick.’’
“Ahhh, well, that was Denny. He kind of pushed her to it,’’ I wince remembering the look of pain on his face.
Malik grins shaking his head, “Remind me never to get on your bad side.’’
“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen?’’ I giggle.
Moving his face into my neck, his warm breath tickles my neck sending shivers down my spine. I hear him breathe me in and the sensation has me panting and lighting up like a flame.
He presses his tongue against my neck leaving a moist trail in his path. It has me losing my breath completely, my whole body throbbing reaching every last limb. Nibbling his way up my neck and across my jaw, he reaches the side of my mouth flicking it with his tongue.
My hands roam the hard plains of his body, loving the feel of him beneath my fingers. He groans as my nails dig into his hips and brings his lips to mine in a fiery kiss. Both our breathing turns ragged as we cling tightly together, neither of us ready to pull apart.
His hands move to my ass cheeks under my skirt, pulling me to him as he rubs me against his erection. I moan out loving that I do this to him. Without thinking I rub myself harder against him, moaning into his mouth. My stomach is in knots wanting more, but too afraid to ask for it.
He must sense my need to feel more, because one minute his hands are rubbing and squeezing my ass and the next he is lifting me up off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist, running my fingers through his hair as he efficiently carries me to the side of the house.
Once we’re there he slams me as gently as possible up against the side of the house, his breathing loud as his eyes stay locked on mine. The dark intensity of them has me paralyzed; never wanting to look away, but the need to have him overwhelms me.
My hands grab onto his hair at the nape of his neck, bringing his lips to me. It starts off slower this time, but it doesn’t cool down the burning fire he built inside me moments ago; if anything I feel like I’m burning hotter with each stroke of his tongue.
He presses his body against mine keeping me up against the hard wall, the brick digging into the back of my skin, but I can’t think about anything but Malik and the feel of his lips and hands.
I moan when his hands snake down the back of my legs, up to my sex, rubbing me gently over my knickers.
“You’re wet,’’ he breathes out huskily.
“Always for you,’’ I moan truthfully. I am always wet when he’s around. Even at the worst possible times, like in art class, or the dinner hall; I’m constantly finding myself always turned on by him.
His fingers tease the fabric of my knickers right above my bundle of nerves, until I’m shamelessly begging him to touch me.
“I am touching you, baby,’’ he smirks, his fingers moving skilfully bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“No, I want you to put your fingers in me,’’ I beg, my face flushing bright red and I can feel the heat coming from my cheeks.
Malik doesn’t waste time once the words leave my mouth; his fingers slide the thin material aside before he slides his fingers through my wet heat. My body starts to tremble from the way he presses down hard on my clit in a circular motion.
I become lightheaded when he enters a finger inside me followed by another. I know I’m close. I can feel it. The way my stomach tightens, my core clenches around his fingers and the way my vision becomes blurred. He’s driving me past the poi
nt of insanity.
His fingers pump harder as his breathing increases into my neck. My orgasm is building closer and I know I’m going to fly over the edge at any second.
“Damn it Harlow, cum,’’ he growls at me in a strangled voice.
I make a noise in the back of my throat in return. I want to tell him I’m trying, that I’m close, but no words come out, the only sound to be heard is my whimpers and moans and his heavy breathing.
It’s not until he bites down on the side of my neck that I shatter, my whole body tightening. I cling to his body as I ride through my orgasm, a low cry leaving my mouth.
It takes me a while to catch my breath and to find the strength to lift my head because it feels that stiff. When I do, I look into the most intense eyes ever. They’re so dark filled with lust that I can feel myself becoming turned on again. Malik must see the change in my eyes because he gives me a look that has me giggling into his neck, only to stop short when my giggles turn into a yawn.
“Come on babe, let’s get you to bed,’’ he chuckles, giving me one more kiss before putting me down.
“You’re still staying over tomorrow night right?’’ I hate that my voice is shy, but I know it’s more to do with me not wanting him to reject me. It’s what I’m scared the most about.
“Got nowhere I’d rather be babe. I’ll see you tomorrow around five though. I need to go to Harvester to pick up some parts for my bike.’’
“That’s fine. I’m actually going into town with Denny. That’s if she’s still up to it,’’ I say sadly, feeling bad that I’ve left her alone when she’s so upset.
“Okay,’’ he says walking me to the door. “Night babe,’’ he says pulling me in for another kiss.
Ten minutes later, Malik and I stop kissing and he finally walks home. Walking into my bedroom, I’m wearing a huge grin across my face. It slips when I see Denny on the other side of the bed curled up in a ball fast asleep. Her hair is all knotted; fanning around her pillow and her makeup has stained her cheeks.
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