“I don’t like the way he looked at you.” He says as he puts his wallet in the nightstand.
u had gone out to bar, just to have a good time on a Friday night. u saw an old friend from your hometown and got to talking. u didn’t think anything really happened.
“Ponyboy, nothing-”
“You know what he was thinking. I mean, in that dress…” He says, eyes going over you. u were wearing a tight black mini dress and heels.
“I don’t look that-“
“Yes u do. u look beautiful… And I know it’s wrong but fucking sexy.” He says, looking u dead in the eye.
“Well, it’s not my fault what he thinks.”
“I just hope your smart enough not to fool around of anything.” He shoots back at you.
u chew u on your lip, not knowing what to say.
He walks over to u from across the bedroom.
“You’re jealous.” u finally mutter.
“Yeah, I am. I want to be the only one able to look at u like that.”
Before u know it, your pushed up against the wall, tongues battling it out. u start unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off. He unzips your dress, pulling it over your head. His strong hands grab your hips, spinning u around, and throws u on the bed.
He bites, his lip, eyes looking u up and down.
“You wanna fuck me?” u tease, raising your eyebrows, smirk on your face
He doesn’t answer, just undoes his riem and slips off his jeans.
He gets on top, boven of you, hungrily kissing you, reaching under u to unclasp your bra, pulling it off, and tossing it across the room.
He leaves a trail of kisses from your neck, all the way down to edge of your panties.
He pulls them down with his teeth, to your knees. He trails his tongue up your thigh…
