“Ponyboy, why are you so-“
“I don’t like the way he looked at you.” He says as he puts his wallet in the nightstand.
You had gone out to bar, just to have a good time on a Friday night. You saw an old friend from your hometown and got to talking. You 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. You were wearing a tight black mini dress and heels.
“I don’t look that-“
“Yes you do. You look beautiful… And I know it’s wrong but fucking sexy.” He says, looking you dead in the eye.
“Well, it’s not my fault what he thinks.”
“I just hope your smart enough not to fool around or anything.” He shoots back at you.
You chew you on your lip, not knowing what to say.
He walks over to you from across the bedroom.
“You’re jealous.” You finally mutter.
“Yeah, I am. I want to be the only one able to look at you like that.”
Before you know it, your pushed up against the wall, tongues battling it out. You start unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off. He unzips your dress, pulling it over your head. His strong hands grab your hips, spinning you around, and throws you on the bed.
He bites, his lip, eyes looking you up and down.
“You wanna fuck me?” You tease, raising your eyebrows, smirk on your face
He doesn’t answer, just undoes his belt and slips off his jeans.
He gets on top of you, hungrily kissing you, reaching under you 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…
“I don’t like the way he looked at you.” He says as he puts his wallet in the nightstand.
You had gone out to bar, just to have a good time on a Friday night. You saw an old friend from your hometown and got to talking. You 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. You were wearing a tight black mini dress and heels.
“I don’t look that-“
“Yes you do. You look beautiful… And I know it’s wrong but fucking sexy.” He says, looking you dead in the eye.
“Well, it’s not my fault what he thinks.”
“I just hope your smart enough not to fool around or anything.” He shoots back at you.
You chew you on your lip, not knowing what to say.
He walks over to you from across the bedroom.
“You’re jealous.” You finally mutter.
“Yeah, I am. I want to be the only one able to look at you like that.”
Before you know it, your pushed up against the wall, tongues battling it out. You start unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off. He unzips your dress, pulling it over your head. His strong hands grab your hips, spinning you around, and throws you on the bed.
He bites, his lip, eyes looking you up and down.
“You wanna fuck me?” You tease, raising your eyebrows, smirk on your face
He doesn’t answer, just undoes his belt and slips off his jeans.
He gets on top of you, hungrily kissing you, reaching under you 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…