“Hey, beautiful.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, nuzzling into his neck. My tongue pressing at the pulse there.
If he was shocked by my sudden aggressive sexual behaviour he didn’t show it. His only reaction was the one I wanted.
I knew how much Bennet wanted to sleep with me. He had never been shy about telling me it and so far I had always said no. First, because I wasn’t ready and had been hoping that things with Wicked would go further and then because I barely saw him. But that was about to change.
I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. I was fed up with it. Plus it was a massive fuck you to Wicked.
A really big Fuck You.
Bennet’s arms went around me, pulling me to his front. “Want to dance?”
There was so much more than dancing I wanted to do with him tonight but I could start with dancing.
Yeah, I could definitely start with dancing. And by the time I was finished with him, he would be begging to take my V card.
***
“About what happened on Valentine’s Day.” Bennet’sennets lips brushed my ear as we slow danced in the middle of the dance floor. There wasn’t a slow song playing, the beat as upbeat and fast and yet he had pulled me against his chest like it was some eighties power ballad playing.
His seduction technique sucked but at least he was trying.
“It doesn’t matter.” I gyrated my hips against him, I didn’t want to talk about the worst day of my life with him. Not now and not ever.
What I needed was for him to take my mind off it.,
“Yes, it does. I’m sorry about your father. I heard what happened after I left.” He carried on in a whisper. “I did look for you. But someone said you had left and then my sister was distraught. We got out of town as soon as the police had questioned her and…”
“Shut up” my words came out choked. “I do not want to talk about my father or Blair.” I let my eyes meet his. “I just want to have fun, Bennet. F.U.N.” I spelt it out for him.
He paused, pulling away from me slightly so he could study my face. “Yeah, I have heard about all the fun you have been having.” There could be no denying the jealousy in his voice.
“You only live once Bennet. But I’m with you tonight. Just you…”
“Chelsea…..” He groaned as I let my hand run down over his crotch. But he didn’t move my hand away.
“Don’t you want to?” If he rejected me as well I didn’t know what I would do. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“Of course I want to.” His head lowered. His mouth hovering over mine. “I’ve been wanting to for months.”
“Then tonight is your lucky night because I am fed of waiting.” Taking his hand I lead him from the dance floor. Heading towards one of the booths that lined the back wall. “Aren’t you tired of waiting?”
He didn’t answer, instead, he pulled me back against him. “Yeah, I am tired of waiting. I don’t even think I can wait much longer.”
Throwing my head back I laughed. “Me too.”
There was a romantic notion that most girls had, that their first time had to be special. When really it didn’t matter.
I would let him fuck me against the bathroom wall if he wanted to. As long as by the time I woke up tomorrow I wasn’t a virgin.
The words had barely left my mouth before he pushed me up against the wall. So hard and fast that I only had a split second to get my hands up to stop my face from smashing against the brick.
“Bennet.” I tried to push back at him. I wanted things to go further but not like this. I wanted to at least be able to kiss his lips.
Maybe I was a romantic after all.
“Sorry I slipped.”