A Night With You
464 Words
PROLOGUE
“Cheers!”
“Drink! Drink! Drink!”
My classmates were shouting as they kept refilling my glass with wine.
It’s my 24th birthday, and they prepared a little party for me at the bar. Actually, I’m not the type of guy who’s always up for a drink. I’m really not good with alcohol.
“Come on, Devin! Drink!”
I had no choice but to drink it. I finished my glass in one gulp.
Ugh! I really hate the bitter aftertaste of it!
Midnight came, and we were all wasted. I stood up and headed to the bathroom, feeling nauseous. As I walked, I stumbled. My eyes were closed, but after a few seconds, I still hadn’t fallen.
I felt an arm wrap around my waist and a hand grip my arm, steadying me. I opened my eyes to see who it was, but my vision was blurred. I couldn’t even tell if it was a girl or a guy.
Suddenly, I felt my body burning. I couldn’t think straight anymore. I faced him, my hand holding the back of his head. Out of control, I kissed him, my other hand resting on his back.
It was a he. I knew it the moment I touched his hair.
My fingers lightly gripped his soft hair as the kiss deepened. I pulled away slightly, breaking the kiss, my hands sliding down to his hips. I lifted him up effortlessly and gently placed him on the counter.
He sat there as my hands found his thighs. I squeezed them gently, and a soft moan escaped his small mouth.
I didn’t know why, but it turned me on.
His arms wrapped around my neck. I swallowed hard, gripping his waist and pulling him closer into a searing kiss.
I pulled away slightly and whispered into his ear, “Open your mouth, baby.”
My voice came out hoarse and low. His cheeks flushed red as he slowly obeyed.
I didn’t know if he was drunk or what, but I wasn’t about to waste the moment.
I kissed him hungrily, my tongue tracing his lips, asking for permission to enter his gates. He tasted so sweet. I left no inch of his mouth untouched. His tongue slid against mine in a slow, soft rhythm.
Moments later, I found myself on top of him in a dark room, with only a faint light peeking through the window.
The room filled with soft moans, low groans, quiet pants, and the sound of our bodies colliding.
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