🎧 Slow Down - Chase Atlantic

You’ve never really been a fan of parties.

The loud, booming music accompanied by the sticky floor, ridden with the residue of alcohol and sweat made you want to throw up in your mouth. The couples eating each others faces off in the dark corners didn’t exactly enhance your experiences either.

That was before you met Billie.

The two of you started dating earlier this semester, and you’ve been inseparable ever since. Hence, whenever Billie drags you to the parties of her popular friends, you have to reluctantly agree.

At least you’re spending quality time, right?

The two of you were at the back of the party, away from prying eyes. Billie shoved you against the wall of the living room, her hands tight on your waist, her right thumb brushing against your stomach. Her tongue sought entrance into your mouth, drinking the moans that escaped your lips. She hummed in satisfaction as she heard every exhale of your breath and the soft sighs that you let out when she gives you the attention at all the right places.

You were about to part with her for a brief moment to grab a drink, when you felt her leg slither between your thighs, nudging them apart gently.

Fuck, you didn’t want to admit how good it felt.

Her leg shifted upwards, pressing against your core as her blue eyes gazed into your own, her head cocked to the side as she tried to hold back her laugh, seeing you all flustered and confused.

She kept a steady hold on your waist as her knees kept a consistent pressure on your groin, a sly grin on her lips as she noticed your subtle movements, rocking your hips against her leg, the slight flush on your face illuminated by the dim lights of the party.

“Hey, keep your pretty eyes on me, mama.”