"Look what the cat brought in." Cecile's nasally attempt at a British accent completely ruined my night as I stepped inside. It was honestly just my luck that the minute I reached the wasteland of puking guts that a demon had to appear in front of me.
"Cat's aren't that friendly, I must be special then." I said pushing past her. The music in the house was already aiding to the headache forming in my temple.
"You're food idiot, you're special enough to eat." She sneered. Princesa dangled awkwardly by her side mouthing a small hey towards me. It made me extremely suspicious but I did nothing but respond back to Cecile.
"You know what's good enough to eat? My pussy." I stalked off noting the fact that Damon hadn't appeared once during our interaction. Then I immediately stopped in my tracks and turned back around to Cecile who had remained standing at the door.
"Forget what I just said. I just realized, I'm the damn cat and I'm bought to bring these hands into your ugly ass face." I was being childish but I was off my usual game and I couldn't allow my previous sad excuse of a remark to be grounded. The next best thing would be aggression.
"Fuck off her face Mikita." Damon's hands slid smoothly into me as he gripped my sides, effortlessly pulling me into him. He was entirely drunk and would regret it in the morning I decided as I drowned in the mix of tequila and beer on him. Dreamy.
"Why don't you fuck off of me?" I spun around bending his hand around his back. A defense maneuver I learned from watching the Frosted Flake commercials. It usually didn't work but this was a defenseless drunkard.
I watched his face contort in pain before realizing the house had gone quiet. I looked over to see everyone watching us with questioning eyes.
I hastily let Damon go.
I couldn't crash the party without getting some information.
"Harmless fun guys. " I pointed at some obvious freshmen in the back with their skimpy leather dresses on. They were matching how cute, if the choice of attire wasn't hideous considering it was a jeans casual mash. "Shake the ass your mother gave you."
Desperate for validation, the future whores in making started dancing. (Maybe I was being a little harsh). Some boys came from out the crowd to get from behind them. The music started back again and everything was as it should be.
I slipped off from in front of the trio desperate for some water.
"Cupcake, I was wondering when I'll see you." My every first step into a room was seeming to become a pattern of disappointment and regret.
I passed Keith without sparing him a glance as I opened the fridge. As I took out a bottle of water, Keith casually slipped his hands around my waist.
"Do you mind?" He asked with the most babyish voice possible.
"Do you mind?" I repeated as I elbowed him in the side. He stepped back shaking his head leaving his plaits to fall gracefully around the sides of his face.
"You're so cold to people." He smiled leaning against the fridge with his legs crossed over each other, while I decided to lean against the counter.
"Cold?" I pretended to think while I took a sip of my water all the while secretly appreciating the view. He had opted for a simple fit of a color block dark washed and light blue jeans with a black muscle tank. Simplicity went a long way these days with the majority following the 'trend'. I dare say he looked extremely sexy tonight.
I watched his gold ring flash as he brought his hands back around my waist effectively pulling me closely into his side. Tonight he smelled like butterscotch, an endearing difference to his first scent. I could see now how he would be able to pull as many girls as he did.
"Cold, unable to be reached. You're so defensive all the time. Not everyone's out to get you." I felt his hands hook on to the end of the crop top I was wearing. It was my favorite one, a burgundy piece with the words "To Hell With You All".
"I'm aware. I just don't want to be bothered." I took a big sip of my water as I felt his fingers lightly skim the outline of my bra. I knew exactly what he was doing, but I couldn't seem to get my body to stop it.
He laughed, a raunchy and rough sound that echoed down towards my jeans. I took another swing of my water as I began to feel very hot and lightheaded.
"You might enjoy being bothered by me." I noticed somehow he had brought me into a position where he was behind me. His head snuggled into the crook of my neck, one hand on the edge of my bra and the other pressing me deeper into him by my waist. "At least if it's tonight."
His breath hitting my neck jolted me into reality. I dragged myself away from him stumbling as the weight of the world seemed to crash down on me. Keith reached out to catch me as I brought my hand out to stop myself from falling.
"You might want to slow down there."
"Slow down on what?" It was almost alien the way the words fell out of my mouth.
"The water." And then he seemed to take in my confused face and realized. "I guess you don't know that's laced."
"Why the hell do you have water laced?" My head felt heavy on my body and I was starting to forget the reason I even came tonight.
"The theme is blow your brains out. The point is not to have you sober."
I forced my legs to stand in order to look him straight in the eye. "Why are you sober?"
"Cupcake, I'm never sober." His hands went up to his hair and in a seemingly unconscious habit ran through it with the biggest smirk I've ever seen grace his features.
I've never been this messed up before. It was confusing to decipher if it was the drink or the heat that had my body gravitating towards him.
As straight as I could, I wobbled my way out of the kitchen hearing a laugh behind me that I could only hope was not Keith making fun of my obvious embarrassment. I was brought back out on the floor next to Damon whom seemed much more intoxicated than I was.
" Mickey" He swung around towards me before falling to the ground. "Woah. That was a rush"
Damon then proceeded to spew everything he ate and drank today all over my shoes. My hazed mind didn't know how to react and stood hunched over hand down as if I was about to touch my toes.
I looked absolutely ridiculous.
I was trying to process everything, say something but nothing was coming out.
I saw a flash from my peripheral and saw Keith walking towards me his goofy grin never leaving his face. He flashed the phone in my face barely giving me time to see the picture he took of me.
"This makes no sense even to me, but damn you look sexier in this situation." He laughed, straight bellowing or at least that was how it seemed. The music around me seemed to fade in and out while the more I focused on Keith he was the loudest thing in the room.
"Come here beautiful." Without much thought I took a step towards him putting my hand into his own.
Damon remained on the floor emptying his life force.
Keith brought me upstairs to what I could only guess was his room. I wanted to take in the decorations but I could hardly focus on anything but him.
I want him.
"There's a bathroom behind that door, you can wash your feet off and clean your shoe if you would like." He sat on the bed removing his tank before grabbing something off the nightstand next to him.
I left him like that while I went to clean up.
There is something that I'm forgetting a reason I was here. I was hoping some water to my face would allow me to have a clearer mind.
It was a few minutes later, at least I hope, it felt like an hour, when I joined Keith on his bed.
I realized with shock that he was hunched over with a book on his lap and a bag filled with what looked like powder spilled over it. As he heard me come in he looked up wiping at his nose.
"Is that cocaine?"
"It depends on who's asking." I was disgusted at the sight of him. Hard drugs weren't to be played with, yet why was I suddenly sitting next to him mouth parted in nervous anticipation.
"Can I try?"
He looked at me, as if he debating whether this will benefit him at all. "Cupcake, can you even handle this?"
Well of course not, but shit, I was already out my damn mind, a little more added to the poison won't kill me if it hasn't already. "Hit me"
He laughed as he made a line and fixed it in front of me. Keith made a show of how I should properly do it and stared at me, almost daring me to back out.
My head dipped down on to the book and all I could think was how uncomfortable this was. I barely did a minuscule of the line before my head shot up and the book went flying off my lap.
I cringed into my skin, with my hand cupping my nose expecting there to be blood. "Burning Bitch." I yelped in response to the rising seer around my nostrils.
"I expected as much considering its just salt." The deadpan way Keith said it had my blood boiling.
"Why the actual fuck do you just have salt- actually I don't want to know."
He guided my hands away from my face and instead onto his chest, "Everyone thinks I'm some drug addict but the most I do is weed and maybe some shrooms. Sure I've did acid a couple times, but that's about the most I'll go for a high."
I could feel his heart speeding up which was making whatever I was on make everything around me just as fast paced.
I could barely whisper out my words, my head was starting to get cloudy again, the only thing I could feel was the flooding excitement just centimetres away from his dam.
He grinned, bringing my hands to a slow trail down his body. Was he aware of just how much he was affecting me right now?
"Simply for whenever I drink," Suddenly he pushed me on to the bed pinning me down with only one hand holding both of my own. "Mikita"
It was the first time he said my name and I was immediately drunk on his rousing word. His gaze alone was piercing through my core, strumming the ache between my legs.
Keith pressed his body down on to mine making me instinctively turn my head to the side. I heard him let out a deep laugh as he laid two light kisses to my neck. "Keith"
My breath hitched in my throat. I couldn't stand the tension, the teasing; it was too much.
I heard him murmur in response as he let go on my hands to occupy himself with what was underneath my shirt.
"Fuck" I whispered already forgetting the words I had wanted to say. Keith's hands were cold, yet the way they felt against my breasts combined with the way my body was heating up from his presence was much more exhilarating. It wasn't lost on me the way his hands molded around them that he was no stranger to pleasing a woman.
He moved more on to me, one hand cupping his new favorite toys while his tongue, oh god, his tongue had began tracing around my areola just centimeters away from where I really wanted him to be on.
"If you keep moaning like that I can't promise you walking out of here tonight." It'll be a wonder if I could walk out at all.
"Wait." Realization had finally began to hit my consciousness. I wasn't about to lose my virginity to Keith in this situation.
I rolled us over allowing myself to straddle him. His hands gripped my hips immediately as I slid my top off. I was on to unclipping my bra when he stopped me to undo them himself. The unwavered eye contact between us adding more fire to my desire.
"I wanna ride you." I said before pressing my lips against his. It was just as I said, I wasn't losing my virginity if I couldn't be in control.