We did not use a condom!
"What the fuck, Wes!"
I was appalled at what we had done and that I let it happen.
"Language, sweetheart," Wes growled in my ear and pinched my thigh.
I yelped and tried to get away from him, but he reacted quickly and pulled me back to him. "Sorry," I mumbled to everybody (except Wes because he didn't deserve it). But nobody seemed to care about us. Everyone's busy in their own conversations.
"Wes, can we talk?" I asked him with a fake smile. I didn't want his friends to think I was a bitch.
"Sure," he said and lifted me with his palms cupping my hips, and he stood close to me.
Everybody around the table stopped and looked at us curiously.
"We'll be back soon." I nervously addressed the group. I felt the need to add something, so they won't think we will have sex (again). "We'll be in the other room, just discussing...."
"Math," Wes growled and pulled me away from everybody.
"What the hell! He's leaving. Again?!" I heard someone say as we left the room.
"Wes, you idiot! Discussing Math? Seriously?! Why would you say that? Now, everyone thinks that we're having sex here." I am beyond mad. I hit him as he closed the door and turned to me. That was it! It was like a dam broke, and all the anger I had pent up flooded. I started hitting wherever I could reach.
Wes let it happen until he thought it was funny; as soon as he decided the fun was over, he grabbed me and pushed me against the door. He pushed against me and kissed me with force. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, giving himself convenient access to my neck.
"This is for hitting me," he bit my neck forcefully.
"Aghhh!" I whimpered with pain and pleasure, but mostly from annoyance.
"Stop it! I am mad at you. Why is everything so easy for you?" I pushed him away as my eyes filled with tears. He must have been shocked because this was the first time I cried, and he let me push him away. But he immediately regained control in a second. He reached out and pulled me into a hug.
"Sweetheart, it's no big deal. I don't care if you get pregnant." He chuckled. He gently picked a couple of stray strands of my hair, wrapped it around my ear, and combed his fingers through my hair. "In fact, I was looking forward to getting you pregnant, so you could be trapped with me for the rest of your life."
"Are you mad?!" He must be clearly joking. I mean, he is Wes Anderson. It was supposed to be me who had thoughts about trapping him, not the other around.
"I am quite serious! All the assholes who think they have a chance to your pussy, will look at your tummy swollen with my child and know that you belong to me."
"Wes, this is not the time for jokes. I know your obsession with me is temporary, and you will leave me alone as soon as you find someone more interesting." I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Are we back to this?" he softly chuckled as he wiped my tears. He put his head into the curve of my neck and sighed like he was exasperated and amused at the same time.
"Yes. Despite all that, I wanted to graduate with a degree before having kids".
"Well, you're in luck," he said as he kissed my neck and shoulder. "Because I came prepared. I have Plan B in my wallet. I bought it just in case something like this happened tonight. Although I am dying to get you pregnant, we can wait a couple more months until you graduate. Then I will permanently trap you in my dungeon and let you service me for the rest of your life."
He chuckled evilly at his own joke.
But I didn't hear what he said. I didn't care. He said he had a morning-after pill with him, and that's all I heard.
I was so excited I grabbed his head and kissed him on his lips. It was too fast for him to react. "Oh my gosh, Wes! I am so sorry; I didn't mean to ambush you like that. I just got very excited." I said, moving away from him. "Also, I am sorry I said all that about you. You're truly amazing and a genius too!" I happily hugged him tightly.
Wes was sweet, and he could be a romantic if he wanted. The 30 seconds I spent hugging him made me realize that I could be falling for him. But then he opened his mouth.
"Although, there's a twist here. You will do everything I say until the end of the night, and then you'll get the pill," he said with an evil smile stuck on his face. At this point, it might as well be etched onto his, like a joker's smile.
"Do we have a deal, sweetheart?" His hands were already making their way down to my hips, and he grabbed me.
"This is the best you can do?" I groaned, shaking my head to let him know I was disappointed in him (but also, at me, since I knew I'd cave).
He pulled me into the room. There was a chair in the corner of the room. Why was he walking towards the chair instead of the bed? Didn't he just say he wanted to sleep with me?
He took advantage of my distraction, grabbed my waist, and pulled me to him.
"Ames, whatever it is that you're thinking, stop it. Now come with me." He dragged me to the chair and sat down, and urged me into his lap.
"I want you to kiss me here," he pointed to the side of his neck.
"What are you? 10?" I asked, astonished.
"I guess you do want to get pregnant?" He asked in an amused tone.
"No," I squealed and sat down on his lap. I kissed the side of his neck. There was a slight stubble that felt scratchy against my lips. I lifted my head to see a wet patch of my lip gloss.
"Continue kissing until I tell you to stop," he groaned as if he was in pain. This dude literally got laid a couple of minutes ago. Why is this turning him on? Was that natural?
I did his bidding with a tiny huff. I kissed him all along his neck and reached the point where it met his shoulder. Every part of him was beautiful, muscular, and strong. Just the sight of the side of his neck is making me weak, and I literally just got laid.
Wes wasn't paying attention to me. His left arm was around me, cupping my butt, and he held his phone with his right. By the looks of it, he was texting somebody. This gave me a naughty idea for my revenge. I made sure he wasn't looking and bent a little over him. He must have liked how I leaned on to him, my chest pressed into his. He sighed as he began massaging my hips.
I kissed his neck one final time and bit him. It was definitely going to leave a hickey that would match mine. He's growled and grabbed my butt.
"Baby, you do that one more time; I'll be fucking your ass. Right here and right now. Without even properly prepping you."
"Stop threatening me! I was doing whatever you told me to do." I snapped back at him.
Wes chuckled and kissed my lips. This is a different side to Wes, different from his everyday nymphomaniac, narcissistic and manipulative self. I was starting to like him, and I was sure he ruined me for other men. But this careful, sweet, playful side is new to me, and I didn't know what to do with this new data.
Wes playfully kissed me a couple more times, sucking my lips into his mouth, nipping my bottom lip, his tongue lazily tracing my bottom lip. But suddenly, the dynamics changed, and that neanderthal sleeping inside him got out. He gradually took over and controlled everything.
He eventually moved away from me and stood up, taking me up with him. "As much as I want to go for the second round, guys want to hang out with me. Apparently, I have been extremely busy for the past couple of weeks. I wonder what kept me busy or rather, who," he winked at me as he started walking towards the door.
"Do I have to come with you?" I asked hesitantly. His friends might think I am a nymphomaniac or some jealous person monopolizing Wes's time by using my sexy schemes.
"Fuck, yes! I am going to show off my girl. Remember?" he pointed out we have a deal, dragging me out of the room. The room was very calm and dark, whereas the common areas of the house were entirely opposite. There was loud music everywhere. Corridors were filled with random strangers making out.
We found his friends living room dancing in the living room, more like practically rubbing their bodies. I was so thankful it was dark enough to hide my blush. Some of the things were even lewder than porn.
Wes pulled me onto the dance floor and wrapped his hands around me. My back pressed to his front. He held me to him with a tight grip at my midriff while his other hand started roaming. His lips traced the curve of my ear, and he suddenly nipped my earlobe. My body jerked in response, pushing against his involuntarily. "The second you are out of my sight, I crave for the sight of you. I know this is bordering on obsession, and I know I might sound crazy, but I can't let you go, sweetheart. Do you understand what I am saying?"
He was saying this as it was one-sided. He came in me just an hour ago, and I am completely normal with the consequences. The old me would have freaked out, lost her shit, but the new me? She was getting turned with just a kiss and a touch.
Wes's fingers skimmed the curve of my shoulder. His touch was tender but possessive. I could feel him getting hard again, rubbing against my back. The back of my skirt moved up with the movement, acting as a soft layer of friction against my bare bottom. I loved and hated the idea of not wearing panties.
I was extremely wet because of our previous bathroom sexcapade and our make-out session. I was almost surprised that I wasn't dripping like a water tap.
In that dark that surrounded us, we were almost hidden. Music pulsed around us, making us move according to the beat. This was the first time I danced in public, let alone with a boy. But I didn't have time or energy to freak out. I closed my eyes breathed him in. I would bottle his scent and carry it with me everywhere if I could. And he thought his obsession was one-sided. Huh! The irony.
