Lucas' POV:
"You seem a little shy"
"Well.... I, uh um" My words tangled and died before they could form anything coherent. His face was dangerously close to mine and he had me pinned against the wall.
All I could do was stare.
He brushed gently on my lower lip with his thumb then he pulled my chin up, his lips hovering around mine like he was tempting and teasing. He began trailing kisses down my neck. He bit down gently on my throat—the sting sent shivers down my spine and a quiet sound escaped me before I could stop it.
He smiled against my skin, slow and knowing, before soothing the spot with his tongue.
My breath hitched.
When he pulled back, his face hovered just inches from mine, his eyes locked onto mine like he already knew how this would end.
"Let's make this night unforgettable.
"Um... uh" I tried to decline, but I was interrupted as his hot lips pressed against mine.
He had one arm wrapped around my waist and the other around my neck in a choke hold. It was hot ...too hot. I tried to resist but I couldn't.
Why did it feel so....good?
I tried to fight it but the heat gushed around my body and I couldn't control it any longer I wanted this so badly.
I reached for his collar pulling him lower to deepen the kiss. His embrace grew tighter and my arms found their way around him.
I wanted him to touch me more. I wanted to feel more of him, my body arched as his hands moved up and down my lower back.
It was as if it were begging me to tell him.
Do whatever you want with me
I wanted more!!!
Blake Parker.
I've had the longest crush on him, for as long as I could remember. Kissing him was something I thought would only ever be in one of those occasional wet dreams I've had about him.
This time, it wasn't a dream; it was real, and the tension between our bodies was electric.
Somehow I managed to convince myself that no one was watching. The background noise of people shouting, drinks clanking and the DJ's sad excuse of good music were all cancelled out of my brain. It was like they weren't there. All I could think of was Blake.
Slowly, our kiss depended—sucking on each other's lips like hunger-deprived animals.
His tongue brushed over my lip like it was asking for permission to go in and my mouth opened almost immediately.
I could feel his soft warm tongue roam around my mouth, and soon enough we were in a tongue war.
"Whoa, slow down you fucking animals", A voice yelled from the back. I couldn't have cared less who it was. I didn't bother to find out but it would have probably been Stein.
Then the alarm went off.
"And time", Jonah picked his phone up to his face and scoffed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. We've got a new record !!!!"
The crazy group of college kids cheered as Jonah showed the time to the crowd.
Blake and I, broke up the kiss, struggling to catch our breaths with foreheads pressed against each other.
"You're a " he paused for a while then continued "pretty good kisser for a Disney princess" he managed almost out of breath.
Jonah held up the phone to Blake and he smiled shoving him away.
Blake turned to look at me. His gaze was on my swollen red lips.
He licked his lips and winked at me before heading to the bar to grab a drink with his friends
Oh my Fuck, I kissed Quarterback Blake Parker.
Reality crept in slowly with the realisation.
EVERYONE WAS WATCHING !!!
SHIT!!
I scanned around the room and there were a bunch of drunk, mid-way drunk, and the "I'm trying to look sober but don't fucking kid yourself"
Maybe everyone would forget about it tomorrow?
I buried my face in my hands, groaning, like I actually might die.
Then a tap on my shoulder.
I looked up to see a brunette in a big bad wolf costume with a drink in her hand, smirking.
"Amy?"
"What the hell are you wearing?"
"You're one to talk Cinderella" she teased wrapping an arm around me.
"Damn you Rodgers", I glared while she burst out laughing.
It was a costume party hosted by Jonah, the captain of the football team. He was celebrating his girlfriend's birthday and of course, it was somewhat of a big deal.
Naturally, I would never be caught dead in one of these but I just had to make a stupid bet against my best friend Amy Rodgers.
And lose !
I knew Amy was weird but shame on me for trying to put a limit on how far she would go in doing weird shit.
She actually got a girl from the cheer–leading squad to make out in the Cafeteria. Details would not be dropped but it was weird, disgusting and hot at the same time.
At least that's how the boys in the school described it.
Not only did i have to attend but she also would pick out my costume and she picked out a Cinderella costume. Got me a wig and everything. I didn't even know I could walk in heels till this evening.
I sighed, "Amy can we ....can we go now? I don't feel comfortable"
Amy grabbed my cheek, "Awwww, Its okay. No one recognises you " she scoffed, "Heck I don't think anyone even realised you're a guy."
"Really?" I glanced around again suddenly hyper aware.
"Are you doubting my skills?" she slapped me at the back of head
"Ouch!"
She chuckled, "Alright Alright since thats how you feel I guess we can head back to the dorms." She stretched a little. "Its getting kinda late anyway".
She grabbed my hand and led the way out of Jonah's condo. I prayed within me that someone wouldn't stop us or say anything.
But my worries were for nothing. We slipped out unnoticed. No one cared. The party swallowed everything.
Jonah was by the pool with his girlfriend. The rest of the football team continued that weird kissing game and chugging down glasses too many to count.
And Blake...
My steps slowed down as I spotted him in a dark corner.
As if the night couldn't get any more complicated. he was making out with a girl in a cat costume.
My chest tightened as i watched him grab her by the ass, tonguing down her throat.
He kissed her harder than he kissed me. Sudeently it felt like the moment we had earlier was nothing.
Maybe I was over thinking
Maybe it was all in my head
But it did hurt alot and it got worse.
I swallowed, forcing myself to look away—but not before he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her into a room.
The door shut.
Something twisted painfully in my chest.
I exhaled shakily.
I know I shouldn't feel sad or anything.
I had no rights to be jealous. Blake was never mine to begin with.
If it wasn't for the stupid kissing game, we would never had—
"Hey." Amy's voice cut in. "Cab's here."
She tugged my hand gently, pulling me along.
I didn't look back again.
We got into the cab, and as it pulled away, I leaned my head against hers, exhausted.
Never thought the night I'd have my first kiss would feel so terrible.