~Elsie's POV
I scoffed, annoyed and too out of it to think properly.
"This is my room," I said, trying to push past him.
His expression darkened instantly.
"Leave," he said flatly. But I wasn't thinking anymore. My body was burning. My head wasn't clear. Nothing made sense. And somehow… I was sure I was right.
So instead, I pushed him.
Hard enough to make my way inside.
"This is my room!" I snapped, my voice louder than I expected as I stumbled in.
I didn't even look back to see his reaction at first, because my focus was already slipping, my head spinning as I staggered further into the room like I had been there before, like it truly belonged to me.
"I told you," I said, turning around slowly, my voice coming out uneven but stubborn, "this is my room."
He didn't reply immediately. And when I finally lifted my gaze to look at him properly, I felt it again… that strange shift in the air.
He had stepped in after me, closing the door behind him with a quiet click that somehow sounded louder than it should have.
"You're in the wrong place," he said simply, his tone flat, almost bored, like I was already wasting his time.
I let out a small scoff, shaking my head as I turned away from him, trying to focus on the bed ahead of me.
"No," I muttered, "you are."
But even as I said it, my steps betrayed me.
The room tilted slightly, or maybe it was just me, and before I could steady myself, my foot caught against something I didn't see, and my body lurched forward.
For a second… I thought I was going to hit the ground.
But I didn't.
Because suddenly, his hand was on me. He caught me before I could fall, his grip tightening around my arm as he pulled me back just enough to steady me, and the closeness that followed… it hit me all at once.
I froze.
And then slowly… I looked up at him.
My breath hitched, not because of fear this time, but because something else crept in, something unfamiliar and unsettling. My skin still burned, that strange heat spreading through me, settling deep in my chest, and my thoughts felt slower, heavier, like they were slipping out of my control.
For a moment, everything else faded. The noise from the party, the confusion, even my anger… all of it just blurred into the background, leaving only this strange tension between us.
Why am I feeling like this?
I swallowed, my lips parting slightly as I tried to steady my breathing, but it didn't help. If anything, being this close to him made it worse.
My chest rose and fell unevenly, and I could feel my heart beating too fast, too loud, like it was trying to escape.
I sucked in a breath, my eyes fluttering for a second, and before I could stop myself, I ended up leaning into him slightly.
"God. What is wrong with me?"
My hand lifted, almost uncertain, brushing against his chest just to steady myself, though I was not sure if I was actually unsteady or just looking for an excuse to touch something real.
And then, before I could think, before I could stop and ask myself if this made any sense at all, I leaned in.
My lips pressed against his.
It was sudden. A little clumsy and completely unplanned. For a brief second, I truly thought I would pull away and fix it, say sorry, laugh it off, maybe, and blame it on the alcohol, on the music, on the strange weight of the night pressing in on me.
But I did not. I knew I should have.
That awareness sat quietly in my mind, clear and steady, like a voice trying to guide me back. And yet… it felt distant. Like something I could hear but not quite reach.
Because my body did not listen.
Instead, I leaned in again. Slower this time, but with a kind of certainty that unsettled me even as I gave in to it. My lips found his once more, and this time there was nothing accidental about it.
I tried to unbutton his shirt, even though I was the one moving closer, the one crossing a line I could not pretend I had not seen.
A soft, uneven breath left me, and for a moment, I paused, my forehead nearly brushing his. And then… he responded. Then his hand shifted. Slowly at first, settling at my waist, steadying me again, but this time it lingered.
He kissed me back, and so hard at that. It caught me off guard, the sudden intensity of it, the way he closed the distance completely and pulled me into it as if he had it planned. My breath hitched, my fingers instinctively gripping onto him. I responded without thinking, matching him, leaning into it, like I had forgotten every reason I had to stop.
My back brushed lightly against the door, and I barely noticed until his hand pressed more firmly against my waist, steadying me, keeping me there. Then we went onto the bed. Layers fell away, slowly at first, then without much thought at all. We were naked.
The air against my skin felt cooler, sharper, but it only made the warmth inside me more obvious.
With his eyes locked on mine and in slow motion, he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. It's big and hard, and my chest rises and falls as I watch him. My heart was in overdrive.
Is this really happening?
"Are you finally doing this, Elsie?" I muttered to myself.
He began to slowly stroke himself, and my mouth fell open as I stared, transfixed. He lifted one of his feet to the bed and really began to let himself have it.
The muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed as he jerked himself hard, and my insides rippled in pleasure as I imagined it was me doing it for him.
Then he stopped still... and in slow motion, with his hands clenched by his sides, his eyes dropped down my body. He drank me in, and I felt the heat as his gaze skimmed my skin. My world stops spinning,
I wanted to rise to the challenge, and the primal urge to satisfy him was taking me over. When his eyes met mine again, they were blazing with desire. An undercurrent of darkness and tenderness runs between us. My knees nearly buckled underneath me. He lays me down and spreads my legs and smiles darkly as he kisses his way down my body. I stared at the ceiling as I tried to control my erratic breathing.
I was completely open to him, and he took me with no reservations and sucks hard.
I buck off the bed.
"Ah!" I cry. But he gave me no mercy as he drove three of his thick fingers into my sex and began to pump me hard.
His tongue was on my clitoris, and his fingers were on my G-spot.
My legs lifted off his shoulders by themselves, and I convulsed as a freight train of an orgasm ripped through me. He gave me a slow, sexy smile. I straddle his large body as our kisses become desperate. His thick cock was up against his stomach, and he held it in the air and guided my hips down over him. He cupped my breasts in his hands as he stared up at me in what seemed like awe.
With our eyes locked, he slowly moves me up and down, and I can feel every vein on his thick shaft. His eyes were hooded as he looked up at me, and I leaned forward and kissed him softly.
He picked me up by the hip bones and slammed me back down on his cock. I love how he was losing control. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and slammed in deep, so deep that the air is knocked from my lungs.
He laughed and slammed into me and hit just the right spot, and I moaned.
Every touch was perfectly placed and magnified. He knows exactly how to take me apart at the seams. He lifted my hip with his hand and circles deep, and my body takes on its own agenda because I need to come.
His eyes closed in pleasure, and he pumped me at piston pace. I grabbed onto him as tightly as I could as I convulsed. He held himself deep and cried out into my neck, and I felt his cock jerk as it released. And just after, everything was blurred, and I fell asleep.