Chapter 5

Alec

I was burning for this girl. Everyone and everything was fading away, even the thundering music dwindled, as if we were the only ones in the room. My lips brushed her cheek and down to her neck, fanning my warm breath as I slowly made my way back up to her ear.

I could feel her breathing change. She was turned on. I spread my legs a little wider moving down a bit, so that my shaft was at the level of her bubbly a*s, pressing against her. She surprised me when she pushed her a*s out. Oh, she wants me. She arched her back so that her head rested on my chest. I loved the way she slowed the movement in her hips to grind against my boy.

There was no hiding that she liked the feel of my bulge against her sexy a*s. Her cheeks looked a little flustered as the intense sexual feeling became stronger. I removed my hand from her throat and grabbed her chin turning her face towards me. 

Her eyes almost popped out when she saw me. I was confused. Did she know me? Did she like what she saw? I smirked, staring at her gorgeous light green eyes. Could it be her? Either way, I will find out soon.

“Do you wanna go somewhere more private, beautiful?” I whispered slowly in her ear, making her moan.

She froze at the idea. Please say yes, doll. For some strange reason, I craved her. Weird but I’ve never craved a girl before. They usually came to me.

She studied my face for a few seconds- too long, but I waited for her response patiently. The lust in her eyes told me everything. She smirked and nodded. Pulling me down with her soft hands, her lips brushed my right ear giving me goosebumps. “Where to, pretty boy?” I couldn’t control myself anymore, so I captured her lips with mine, devouring her in a heated kiss. It took a herculean effort to pull away, leaving her lips red and swollen. With her eyes still closed, I whispered back, “My room. No one will bother us there, green eyes.”

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River

It was 8:03 p.m. and I was almost ready. I pulled out the contrast lace cami dress I bought a little over three months ago. It was too sexy. It had a built-in nude bra so I only wore a sexy lace thong to match, not that anyone would notice.

My hair was down with loose waves. The only time you would catch me with my hair down, was when I rode my motorcycle.

As for my ‘berdiful’ face, I only had mascara, blush, and some glossy lip tint. I gave myself a once over in the mirror, “I look stunning in this dress.” I couldn’t stop staring at how different I looked because I never wore something unbelievably sexy like this. The dress hugged my curves in all the right places.

I wasn’t going there to impress or seduce any of the fraternity guys, I just wanted to dress the part and become Raven for the night.

‘You Cried by Normal the Kid’ was playing while I grabbed my black stilettos next to my bed. Funny story though, when Abby convinced me to buy them, I had no idea how to walk in heels.

In the beginning, I looked like a baby fawn trying to walk for the first time. Abby was laughing her butt off each time I tripped or fell. Then one day, I got the hang of it. It took many practices, but I began to walk like a runway model in the hallway when Dad wasn’t home. Didn’t think heels could make me feel beautiful and powerful at the same time.

I was about to pick up my phone and text Zach to let him know I was on my way, but I pondered the decision. I had missed calls from him and text messages asking me- Where I was, What time I was getting there, Are you here yet. I answered, texting back… “I’ll be there, don’t worry. Stop with the questions, bro, and enjoy the party.” 

Couldn’t he just let me be? So instead, I left my phone at home. It’s not like I was going to need it. Was it a smart move? No. Oh well, I’ll deal with his wrath later.

I noticed many people walking to the frat house, but I was not going to walk a couple of blocks down the street with these shoes. Even from down the road, the house looked packed and you could hear the music perfectly well.

I parked the Roadrunner behind a couple of vehicles down the house. I got out of my car and walked towards the front. I became uncomfortable when guys whistled, made kissing sounds, barked at me- yeah you heard right, yelled inappropriate sexual things, gawked, and glared at me, making me question if it was a good idea after all leaving my phone at home. 

I picked up my big girl panties and held my head up high, masking my worry. When I finally reached the front door, I didn’t know if I should knock or just walk in. I was pretty sure if I had knocked, people would’ve looked at me stupidly, so I walked in and flinched when the music blasted on my face, and oh, my poor ear drums. 

“Ouch! Loud much.”

I was making my way in and tippy-toed in hopes I’d spot Zach, Jason, or Erica. I was about to go around the group of people dancing when I suddenly heard a familiar beat. The DJ began to play, ‘Black Out Days by Phantogram’, one of my favorite songs, but you already know that. I stepped forward but then hesitated.

What was stopping me? Nobody knew me. I was unrecognizable and I was Raven tonight. Raven the Daredevil, a rebel who loved speed. That was my persona when I would hop on my bike.

I smirked as I headed to the dance floor, lifting my arms, swaying them, and moving my hips just like I would practice at home. There was something about this song that made me feel seductive.

At the beginning of the song, I usually start by giving my bottom a little bounce from left to right, then swaying my hips slowly for a few beats, rocking them seductively while pushing my bottom out so gracefully. I had my arms up while doing so, brushing my left arm as I brought it down to the top and behind my head. 

I loved trailing my hands down to my body, touching the sides of my breasts making my way down to my stomach and hips, mimicking the touch of a lover dancing with his girl. My eyes were closed, moving in sync with the rhythm of the beat, feeling sensual.

All of a sudden, I felt a pair of manly hands on my hips. I froze from the contact, but the guy's masculine scent smelled heavenly. I loved how Zach smelled, but whoever was behind me smelled deliciously good.

I proceeded to dance instead and felt his grip become more possessive as our hips moved in sync. I’ve danced with Zach before and there may have been once or twice where it felt a bit intimate, but I usually pulled away from him quickly. 

It wasn’t the same with the guy behind me. I loved the feel of his hands on my waist. I didn’t want to ruin the moment and turn around to face him because I wanted to enjoy this…dancing with another guy who wasn’t my best friend.

I’ve read in books where the male character grips the girl's throat when they kiss or when they are…you know…doing the deed. Never thought it would happen to me, I mean I know I’m not the only one who daydreams, imagining it was them instead.

Don’t judge me though, books are the only thing I have. No guy has ever asked me out or attempted to talk to me. This was my first time experiencing this type of physical contact.

But like I said, I never thought it would happen to me until his hand wrapped around my neck, oh so gently. My body vibrated. I mean vibrated, something it’s never done before. This was all new to me. When I daydreamed about the characters in my book, I would feel warm, but this was a euphoric high. I think my womanhood even throbbed, making me clench my thighs to calm her down.

As if I wasn’t close enough already, he drew me closer to his body, making my eyes open wide when I felt a hard bulge on my back. Is that his…? I didn’t know what to think because instead of feeling scared or wanting to push him away, I loved the feel of it. 

My body burned for his touch. I wanted more, crazy, I know.

His lips brushed on my cheeks and neck. His warm breath heated my core and when they made their way back to my ear, the sensitive spot between my thighs felt drenched. I was panting, turned on by him. I felt him go down a bit and moaned when I felt his erection on my bottom. The bad girl in me, pressed against it, something I wouldn’t have ever done, but I wasn’t River tonight. The movements became more sexual and I rubbed against his member. Who am I?!

I’m sure I was red from how flustered I was from this somatic intimacy. I couldn’t help it, this guy knew what he was doing.

He removed his grip from my throat and held my chin with his fingers making me face him. I was in utter shock when I saw that the guy behind me was the same guy who was at my door yesterday.

Did he know it was me?! His beautiful smirk confused me as he lowered his lips to my ear, “Do you wanna go somewhere more private, beautiful?” He said in a husky whisper.

A moan slipped out of my lips as his warm breath fanned my ear. A freaking moan! I didn’t mean for it to come out, but his voice was so hoarse, deep, and seductive. I froze processing the words that came out of his delectable lips. 

Our eyes were lost in a haze of lust as we stared at each other. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, he was handsome.

Should I say, yes? I’ve never done anything this crazy before. I mean, I rode a fast bike, I’ve driven dirt bikes and buggies through water and small hills at a fast speed, but this, dancing sexually with a guy, going to a room…alone…with a guy? Never.

‘River, you’ve got to live a little. You’ve waited this long and never been with a boy. Why not? Would it be so bad? What’s the worst that can happen? He doesn’t have to know that it’s you. It’s a one-time thing.’ I hesitated and I could see he was patiently waiting for my response not wanting to rush me.

I smiled and nodded, pulling him down so that I could ask, “Where to, pretty boy?”

Not a second later, he captured my lips in a heated passionate kiss. My first kiss. My legs felt like jelly almost giving out. He was devouring me with his mouth. 

I didn’t want him to stop and felt disappointed when he did and pulled away, but what he said next left me speechless, “My room. No one will bother us there, green eyes.” He said with eyes full of desire. Oh, snap. What did I just agree to?

I completely forgot about my friends, but hey, they’re the ones who wanted me to come in the first place. He held my hand and pulled me through the crowd, making our way up the stairs, and then down the hallway. His room was at the end.

He opened the door and gestured for me to go in first. I was nervous and excited all at once. I didn’t know what to expect. I could kind of notice that his room was neat, it wasn’t pitch dark, but I could see a little from the moonlight shining through his window. I noticed him on his phone when he began to play some music to set the mood.

I stood there nervously, bringing my right hand on my left arm, and holding it.

“Are you nervous, doll?” He asked, almost whispering. I nodded, my anxiety increasing. 

“You’ve never done this before, huh?” I didn’t know if it was a question or statement. He stepped closer. I shook my head. “I’m a virgin. I’ve never slept with anyone before.”

His eyes widened from my confession. He wrapped a hand on my neck and drew me close,  “Are you sure about this then? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” 

His asking surprised me. I looked up and stared at his beautiful blue eyes, “I’m sure, the only thing I ask is that I keep my mask on. It’s better if you don’t know my identity?”

He cocked his head to the side, “Why? I would love to see your beautiful face, while I thrust inside you.” Oh my goodness. My lips parted slightly but composed myself.

“Trust me, I’m not your type and you are not mine.” I needed him to understand, it was better this way, if not, then I’d leave.

He frowned and hesitated, but finally replied, “I’m not your type?! That’s funny. I’m every girl's type.” I wanted to giggle but rolled my lips inward. 

“Fine. If it’s your wish, then so be it. Maybe it’s better that way.”

I smirked and said, “It is.” He brushed his lips against mine, “I’ll make sure you never forget this night, green eyes.”

“You can call me Raven,” I said and claimed his lips fiercely.

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