"I didn't get cigarettes, but I've got something better." she heard him say, his voice seeming closer but she was so focused on the music as she swayed, with her eyes closed that she hadn't even realized he was walking towards her. She honestly didn't realize he was anywhere near her until the smell of pot hit her nose and she opened her eyes just as he wrapped an arm around her waist and she could have sworn her heart stopped and he sparked a fire on her skin, before her heart started to race and her body was on fire as he pulled her close.
He might as well be a celebrity, the way Coby looked at him and was practically frozen by his touch. She was mostly sober and coming to the realization that there was clearly something between them wether they were fucked up or sober. She both hated it and loved it. She watched him in the dark, her eyes running over his face as he lift the joint to his lips and she was completely at his mercy in that moment. Her heart wouldn't stop pounding, he was completely neurotic and she was obsessed with the thought of him touching her like he had before.
He took a drag off the joint before leaning in and pressing his lips to her, she managed to shake the school girl mentality, as he blew the smoke into her mouth and she smirked against her lips as she lend her head back and blew his smoke towards the sky. Her body wanted to tremble but she couldn't allow it, then he'd know that she actually felt something for him. He pulled away with a cool casual smirk that drove her crazy. She hated that for the longest time she'd so badly wanted to be the girl that consumed his thoughts.
He took another long hit from the joint and she bit her lip, taking a drink from her bottle wanting to numb the way she felt about him. He placed the joint between her lips then and she inhaled, instantly relaxing in his arms a bit. His lips moved effortlessly along her skin, the same way her body fit perfectly up against his as he pulled her tighter against him. "You sure?" he breathed her skin, but she wasn't sure it was an actual question, because his lips continued to move along he jaw and neck, while his grip tightened around her waist.
She took a long drag off his joint, pretending the his kisses had no effect on her and she was grateful it was dark. She arShe arched her back a bit and lend her head back blowing out another cloud of smoke towards the sky before flicking the joint away and raising the bottle to her lips.Loving every single second of his lips on her skin. It was wrong on so many different levels. Her father had been furious when he'd found out the first time, she had a boyfriend, she was a fucking mafia princess, he was the son of a washed up actress, none of it made sense and that was the best part.
She took another long drink from the bottle before tossing it. She squeezed her arms down between them placing her hands on his chest and walking him backwards until his back was pressed against the wall of the pool. She place a hand on the back of his neck pulling his lips to hers and kissing him hard. "No." she breathed against his lips, holding his eyes. "I'm not sure of anything, I just want to be reckless...with you." she smirked again before kissing him, running her free hand along his chest before slipping a hand into his jeans as she started to touch him. Her lips moved along his jaw pausing at his ear "You've always kind of been my favorite mistake." she whispered seductively against his skin.
He loved it that he could make her moan. There was the part of him that had convinced himself he hated her, that wanted him to walk away and leave her there. He knew though if he did, he'd never get the chance to fuck her again and he couldn't deny the fact that he'd entertained the thought on several occasions of what it would be like the be with her. Not to mention she was too intoxicating to walk away from. They way she moaned like she needed him had him ready to fuck her, but he wanted to draw it out, because if he was being honest he wanted her to be the one coming to find him, when Killian fucked up. He wanted to be the one she thought about when she couldn't stand him.
"Fuck." She breathed and he smirked rubbing her a bit hard between her legs as she moved to the edge of the counter. Her lips moved along his jaw and he loved the burning heat her lips left on his skin. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt. [b"What exactly will I owe you?"[/b] She purred between moans and he smirked wickedly as she undid his belt, slipping her hand into his jeans as she started touching him. He couldn't help but let out a deep groan, because her touch felt fucking incredible. It made it difficult for him to even think if he was being honest.
He let her rub him for a long moment like that before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from his jeans. He pulled his hand from her shorts then and placed a hand on either side of the counter boxing her in, he lend in so his lips were nearly touching hers as she held her eyes like they were the only two people who existed.
"Maybe be my girl?" he shrugged like it was that easy, when they both knew it wasn't. "Maybe blow me every once in a while or maybe not be a bitch so often." he smirked before grabbing her around her waist and pulling her off the counter. "I'll think of something." he said simply, before placing a hand on the back of her neck and kissing her roughly. "Right though, I want to fuck you and make you scream." he breathed in a low, sincere tone of voice. "I can't do that out here." he said before picking her up, like they'd just been married.
He carried her to their parents room, tossing her down on the huge bed, before locking the door. He rummaged through his father's drawers before finding drugs and shooting both of them up. He slipped off his jeans then, before crawling over her and kissing her hard. His lips moving down her body, slowly and teasingly. He came to her waistline kissing along it, before slipping off her shorts and kissing the insides of her thighs. Finally his hand slid back up her body and wrapped around her throat. "How badly?" he breathed, he'd asked it like a question, but in Vinny's words, that meant she was going to have to beg for it.