Apparently I got drunk. Really drunk.
Because I am standing on a table dancing, and I think I took off a shirt and maybe my pants because I think I only have my panties and my thin bra.
Someone from the crowd now gathered to watch me shout, "Take off your panties!"
Suddenly it doesn't seems like a such bad idea. I reach down, fumbling with the material.
My world shifts because someone is hauling me over their shoulder like I'm a sack of potatoes. I scream and scratch on their back, but they don't seem to mind it. Once they set me down, I go completely still.
It's Jacks, he looks pissed as hell.
I mumble, "Jacks?"
His breath dances on my neck, and it makes me slightly shiver in response. "Are you okay?"
I'm realizing he's panting. Is he worried?
"I think I am... drunker than normal." I clutch on my temples, trying to regain my footing. He catches me, but the movement makes me hot in a whole sort of different way.
He doesn't release the hand he has on my exposed back, but it seems more nervous than he should be. He fumbles with his words, "do you want to sit down? I can get you a drink... Water! Not beer..."
I say the word differently this time, "Jacks?"
It is as if his name is some sort of magical thing I tested on my tongue. I don't know why but I reach up to his cheek feeling it. I can feel his pulse as a speeding. Suddenly the hand on my back is moving and trailing up a line of fire that makes me feel incredible.
The alcohol still dances in my stomach, but it makes me somehow feel braver than I am.
I clutch on to his hand, making a rash decision. I pull him to the stairs, guiding him to my room. He's hesitant, but he follows when I let him into my room, closing it. He pulls me to him, hot, kissing me.
It's wet and slow and feels like it can last forever. I arch up, but he readjusts my waist, hauling my ass to the wall. And suddenly the position I'm in is holy different, because I'm feeling his hard length pushing towards my clit. I'm only wearing panties right now and a really thin bra. Right now they feel like air.
He reaches towards me, but before that, he looks me dead in the eyes and says, "Ask me for it."
I crinkle my eyebrows, not understanding, "what?"
"Ask for it." He punctuates, "I want you to say it, say you want me."
My pulse races out of my chest. I feel like I'm going to burst, but somehow I find my words clear. "Jacks, fuck me, please."
He doesn't even wait for a second. One minute his hands are on my waist, and another they're on my clit, rubbing at it.
And fuck, I'm moaning embarrassingly loud. I want to clamp my hands to my mouth, but he is holding it at bay, and I think I'm going to fall right the fuck down if I don't hold on to him.
I can't believe this. I can't believe I'm dry humping the star athlete of my high school. The dude who wouldn't even give me a glance yesterday is rubbing against my clit in all the right ways.
He latches on with one finger, circling it, giving more attention to my neck, and I'm more than willing to give him access to both. My words always fumble and falter around other people, but with him it's only pleas.
I breathlessly moan, "More."
He makes the sound that sounds like a growl of a beast, adding a finger that makes me gag on my breath.
The heat that builds up in me is about to crash, and I don't want it to. I want to hold on to it and ride it to eternity.
He desperately clings on to me. "Rachel…"
His hard length was pressing deep, but he still didn't get into me. Although I want him desperately, I need to come off this high, this insanity. I let him know that I'm desperately over at least clutching on to him tighter.
Jacks keep fasting the speed, keeping a ruthless ribbon. When I finally explode, it feels like lightning going through my body.
Is this supposed to feel like an out body experience? I heard some girls talking about orgasms but it didn't talk about this kind of feeling.
I see something slick around his eyes fear? mistrust?
He drops me from his hold, limbs feeling heavy. I want to drop into a puddle to the floor.
That smirk. The one that makes me feel like he wants something. I frown, not understanding.
"Now it's my turn. Get on your knees."
I blanched back, surprised. "I don't understand."
"Don't act all innocent. You were dropping your panties a minute ago going downstairs. Now you're acting all how all high mighty now?"
My heart plummets, this douchebag thinks I'm going to suck on him and fuck him.
I moved to start him, but he caught my arm and gripped it tight. I winced from pain, he let go just as fast. "Whore," then he turned his back on me. Not even look back before he shut down the door getting out.
I fell back into my bed, humiliated by the experience.