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"Keep calm, do not explode."

I muttered to myself as I shakily turned the bathrooms tap allowing the cool liquid to flow into the sink. I brought a handout and caressed the water, splashing it onto my feverish face in an attempt to calm myself down. As I felt my rapid breathing slowly come to a normal pace, I allowed my mind to think about the earlier incident.

Three words: What the hell.

I Ivy Evette Jones had shamelessly made out with Brody Fucking Jackson and had ENJOYED it.

Was I possessed?

Was I deluded?

Maybe I was all of the above.

Because that could be the only plausible exclamation for my behaviour tonight. I'd become the biggest hypocrite to walk the earth.

As soon as I finished fornicating with the devil I made a run for it, unable to face the prying eyes that had witnessed the ordeal and also unable to face the devil himself.

What had made matters worse was that he had looked affected by it just as much as I did.

Which couldn't make any rational sense? It-Us-Him-Me would not work. It would be like chalk and cheese, butter and vinegar, pineapple on pizza, Wait-

Why was I even thinking about us being together? Had I seriously lost my marbles? Did this mean that I liked-

No, it did not mean that I liked Brody.

I'm a hormonal growing teenage girl, who happened to make out with a somewhat attractive male, who was a very good kisser, and had a great touch and was probably very good in the bedroo-

Oh lord, bless my soul for I have sinned.

I could not comprehend that the male I had sworn to kill one day had me flushing like an older woman going through her menopause.

Didn't my best friend have dibs on him?

I was going to be skinned alive if Rose found out. I really wanted to make it to graduation. Damn, I guess hell will have to make a reservation ready for me.

At least if I was chilling with lucifer I wouldn't have to face my rage-fuelled best friend and ex make out arch-nemesis.

Actually getting killed was sounding like such a better option-

A harsh knock at the bathroom door pulled me out of my thoughts.

"It's occupied," I grumbled annoyed, frustrated and downright confused. I did not want to be interrupted whilst I had a mental debate in my head.

And why did this person have to use this bathroom of all bathrooms, there were many around this enormous house.

I specifically chose this bathroom because it was placed the furthest away from all the rowdy teenagers harbouring STI's downstairs.

Knock, knock, knock.

The person behind the door was clearly in a hurry with each knock getting progressively more impatient.

Could they not see I was clearly busy having a crisis? How selfish of them.

Knock, knock, knock.

I groaned as I began to walk to the door, thinking of scenarios in which I head-butted, yelled at or fly kicked the person behind the door.

I hadn't decided on which one I preferred yet.

Before I could reach the handle the door swung open- didn't I lock it?-revealing the one person I dreaded to see. I went to open my mouth to insult him or spring a list of curse words in order to break this awkward silence but I found myself silenced by Brody's plump lips.

At first, I stared wide-eyed unable to wrap my brain around what was going on, but as soon as his teeth nibbled teasingly on my bottom lip I felt the familiar yearning feeling from earlier explode in my chest.

I responded to his kiss by mimicking his intensity. He aggressively pushed me against the wall with his body, entwining his fingers in my hair. He hungrily pressed kisses across my jaw and moved to the soft spot near my ear, sucking, licking and biting. I felt a spark of pleasure dance in my stomach. He quickly scooped my leg up to wrap it around his waist and I yanked my fingers down his chest smiling against his lips when I heard a moan of pleasure escape his mouth.

For a split second, he leaned back so his head rested against my forehead. I couldn't see his eyes through his thick lashes but I could see his chest moving with each breath.

"Do you want this?" He breathed with a hesitation in his voice.

I didn't even leave a second for my brain to protest or to change its mind before I said, "Yes I do,"

He smiled and his lips met mine once again. We stumbled across to the bedroom until we landed on the soft mattress, Brody positioning himself so he towered me, holding his weight up with his elbows as he continued to kiss me harder and demanding. His fingers traced the outline of my dress and without moving his eyes from mine, he slowly, teasingly pulled the fabric down to expose my bare chest and laced underwear. I was too consumed by my hormones and the sensation his touch brought to care about my vulnerable state.

I just craved more.

He sat up for a second and soaked in my appearance, his hungry eyes zooming in on my breasts with lust completely consuming his demeanour. He slowly leant down and began to delicately kiss my neck, then my collar bone and lower until his lips were just above my breasts. His eyes met mine as he smiled against my skin and trailed lower, reaching my naval. His touch still sending my head reeling and I squirmed against the sheets wanting more.

He gently kissed the inside of my thigh, his touch made every nerve in my body and brain electrified. He moved closer and I gasped as I felt his teeth pulled back my underwear. Before I could react his mouth found a very sensitive area. I let out a deep and foreign moan as he gently caressed that place with his tongue. I felt an explosion of emotions in my stomach and I gripped hold of his brown locks in order to contain my excitement. I felt my bodybuilding up with pleasure as his rhythm increased and before I could release it, he moved so he towered over me once again. His whiskey eyes locking mine with a sense of intense desperation and lust. His lips were red and swollen, his cheeks flushed and his hair sexily messy from where my hands had held the strands.

I felt something hard against my thigh and had not realised that he had removed his clothing and put on protection.

Sneaky bastard.

"Are you sure you want this?" He repeated the same question, and this time I let a moan out in response.

"You're driving me crazy," His voice was like silk as he positioned himself on top of me, his eyes locking mine and he slowly eased himself inside me.

l bit my lip and closed my eyes, his movement causing my insides to flutter rapidly. I gripped hold of his toned back, my nails digging into the muscle as he placed strong kisses onto my neck, one hand holding my head up whilst the other gripped hold of my butt. His pace quickened and the tension in my groin build-up, as I let out a few curses in satisfaction.

"Ivy," He whispered my name. He buried his head into my neck and his hands rove all over my body. Our breathing then becomes rough and fast.

"You're irresistible." He said while kissing my chest and our bodies fit together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another.

For a moment, in my hazy, tremendously horny state I thought about the fact that I Ivy Evette Jones was currently fucking Brody Jackson.

Oh no, oh no.

*•*•*

The lights piercing through the curtains blinded my sleepy eyes. I brought a hand out to cover my sight and found myself grazing against warm flesh.

My eyes widened and I snapped my head in the direction of the naked frame laying peacefully beside me in a deep slumber.

What caused me to pee myself more was that it was Brody.

Memories from the previous night made my cheeks flush a crimson red and to make sure I wasn't hallucinating the whole ordeal, I glanced down and almost screamed at my current clothes-less body.

A million thoughts ran through my head, one, in particular, catching my attention.

WAS I FUCKING INSANE?

I wanted to say that this was all down to my insanity, I wanted to say that Brody was a wizard and had cast a spell to make me sleep with him.

Unfortunately, none of that was the case.

I had slept with Brody out of my own will. I had allowed him to do this.

Why?

I had no idea. I'd only kissed the guy last night, now I was having steamy sex with him at a party.

I'd seriously gone from 0-100.

My best friend was the one who was supposed to be bedding him not me.

Guilt overwhelmed me at the thought of my best friend who pinned after the guy beside me. I could definitely not mention this to her unless I wanted to crush her heart.

It was a stupid heated mistake.

But didn't Rose sleep with him too?

She left lipstick stains on his skin, that had to count for something.

I've been so utterly stupid.  I felt my whole body tense at that thought and I glared holes into the oblivious sleeping frame beside me.

He slept with Rose and then me, the motherfuck-

"Ivy can you stop staring at me it's creepy," Brody's voice was lower than usual and he still had his eyes closed half of his face squashed against the pillow.

I grounded my teeth together before speaking "I'm trying to kill you with my mind,"

Instantly one of his eyes opened as he frowned at me, the corners of his lips down in confusion.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Oh, you really don't know," I hissed, pulling the duvet up to hide all my assets. I narrowed my eyes at his clueless face trying to hide the embarrassment at the fact I was currently lying naked in bed with my nemesis after allowing him to have sex with me last night.

When did my life get so screwed up?

"Is it because we slept together? Because you didn't object so please don't go around acting as if I pounced on you,"

"No," I exclaimed mortified at his words. Hearing him say that we did the act made the whole situation seem more real.

The way he said it so casually made my head feel like it was going to explode.

Why was he not freaking out?

"Then what?" He sighed lifting his head up to scan my features of any indication as to why I was so furious.

"You slept with Rose and me," I said bitterly and frowned when his eyes widened in shock at my statement. I didn't have a right to be bothered if he did, but I didn't like the thought of him trying to snake his way between two best friends. Even though that's exactly what he's done and I let him.

"I didn't sleep with Rose,"

I let out a dry laugh at his lie. He couldn't fool me but I instantly shut my mouth abruptly when seriousness clouded his features.

"I'm telling the truth,"

I eyed him suspiciously for a while before concluding he was indeed telling the truth. It didn't make me feel better though.

I felt worse at the fact I'd slept with a guy my bed friend liked before she did. I felt even more worse that I myself hated the guy with a passion. If I liked him it would have made this situation slightly better.

Actually nothing could make this better.

Except for a time machine.

"Last night was strange wasn't it," I turned my attention to Brody who was now sitting up, awkwardly running his fingers through his matted hair. I blushed at realising that I was the reason for the state.

"We were drunk," I stated.

That was the only exclamation I could come up with. I would not have done this if alcohol wasn't involved. I internally groaned. Alcohol had a way of bringing out inner demons you weren't even aware existed.

"Yeah we were," Brody's jaw flexed and I ignored the action, over analysing would make matters worse.

My eyes glanced down at his exposed muscular chest that had faint reddish marks trailing down his torso. I instantly looked away realising that it was the effect of my fingers digging into his skin last night.

I'm the one who needs to be drowned in holy water.

"I was wasted," I said stretching my legs out and making sure the blanket covered me. I noticed his headshot in my direction when I mentioned how drunk I was.

"You don't think I took advantage do you?" His forehead creased and his whisky coloured eyes pierced through mine.

"No," I said even though I hated to admit it, "I wanted to,"

Urgh, I hate myself.

"I guess the hatred for each other turned us primal," Brody teased, his jaw now relaxed and a smirk playing on his features.

"I suppose so, doesn't mean I don't hate you,"

"Lies, now you won't be able to stop thinking about me,"

"Why would I think about a below-average performance?"

He snorted, "Below average? That's not what you were saying last night," He leant forward so he was inches away from my face. The heat made the hairs on my neck tingle, "Faster Brody, faster -"

"Alright," I snapped, my face red, "Watch your profanities,"

He leant back against the headboard and his lips curled up into a smile, "You enjoyed it and you will want more,"

"Of course idiot, because one night together is going to leave me hopelessly obsessed with you,"

"Who's to say it has to be once?"

His words hit me hard and I shot my head in his direction looking at him as if he'd grown gills.

"What?"

"This doesn't have to be the last time,"

And that my friends are how I got into this stupid mess.

I've never in my life written a sex scene but I decided to give it a go for the laugh.

So yeah, I'm probably going to hell after this.

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