Before I Met You

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Chapter Eleven

I TAKE HER hand as she leads me out onto the dance floor. She heads into a dark corner away from the rest of the group and wraps her arms around my neck. I want to treat her like I would everyone else, but I can’t. I don’t know how far to take it.

There’s some rap song that’s playing through the speaker, and when she realizes that I’m not doing anything she twists around and backs up against me. Holy fuck.

“Do you not know how to dance?” She asks.

Oh, how naive she is...

Grabbing her hips roughly, I pull her into me and move against her. I can hear her gasp from the contact even though the music is so loud. I can’t see anyone else from it being so dark in here. All I can see is her ass in these jeans when she moves her hips slowly, the light catching her hair ever so often from the spotlights.

Who knew she could dance?

The song picks up speed, and she brings her hands up to grab onto my hair as her ass grinds against me, her fingertips gently scraping my jawline as she sinks down to the floor and works her way back up.

I can’t help myself. I let my hands grab onto her ass as she works against me in faster motions, her hands on her knees while she moves.

“Damn.” I say out loud and grip onto her more. Her t-shirt comes up slightly to reveal a tattoo on her lower back. She’s got tattoos also? She just keeps getting hotter.

I spin her around to face me now and pull her closer to my chest, our bodies completely in synch with the rhythm. Her eyes are locked on mine when she wraps her fingertips in my hair and gently pulls on the ends. Her lips are parted, little beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead.

“Xavier.” She breathes out, desperation filled within her voice. “Please, stop. We need to stop.”

I’m sweating underneath my leather jacket from the contact, and although I want to keep going I finally just nod and rest my forehead against hers. I’m so turned on right now it’s ridiculous. I can only imagine how she feels.

“Sorry.” I mutter into her ear. I move my hands lower down her back, hooking my thumb into her belt loop. “I just...”

“Xavier.” She begs. ”Please."

I immediately respect her and let go, the loss of contact being agonizing for me. I don’t want to upset her, so when she gives me a grateful smile we head back to our VIP section. Everyone is passing around shots, and for the first time tonight I get the urge to drink.

“Look who finally made it back!” Cameron shouts. “You’re just in time for our second challenge.”

Everyone already seems shitfaced. Leila is sprawled over Cameron’s lap, and Amelia is literally sitting in Dion’s. I want to pat him on the back because he might actually succeed in popping a cherry tonight.

“For the second challenge...” Cameron arches his eyebrow up to the rest of the group. “Either kiss a complete stranger, or kiss your partner. This challenge must be completed or you forfeit from winning.”

My body stills beside Elena as I feel hers do the same. The other members of the group have no trouble completing this challenge. Cameron sticks his tongue down Leila’s throat, Dion pulls Amelia onto his lap even more from their kiss and I’m sitting here like an idiot next to Elena not knowing what to do. I feel like I can’t be a man around her. I can’t just pull her into me and kiss her because I’m not sure if that would upset her.

Elena immediately stands up from the couch and heads off into a separate area of the club. Everyone else is too wrapped up in kissing to notice, so I get off the couch and take after her. It’s so fucking dark in here and the bass is giving me a headache. It’s too packed on the dance floor, just a sea of horny people trying to get some for the night.

“Hey!” I shout after her as she bobs through the crowd. It’d be hard to recognize her, but she’s the only girl in the club wearing a t-shirt right now.

She heads outside and I jog to catch up to her. She ends up going behind the club into an alleyway, putting her hands on her forehead as she paces back and forth.

“Elena!” I shout, tugging on her arm. She’s got tears that are just dying to pour onto her cheeks. “Hey, it’s alright.” I reassure her. “Fuck that challenge. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Xavier, you just don’t understand.” She wipes away her tears and crosses her arms over her chest. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I haven’t felt like this in so long, and then you come along and I just-” She heaves out a frustrated sigh and throws her hands up. “It’s not fair!”

“What’s not fair?” I ask.

“The fact that people can fuck and not go on a binge afterwards. It must be nice to have a one-night stand and be okay going without sex for a week after that. You don’t know what it’s like to give into the temptation and have it literally be the only thing you think about.”

“Elena, it’s okay. I understand that-”

“You don’t though!” She clenches her fists at her sides, looking like a tiny bomb that will explode at any minute. “You don’t know what it feels like to not even be able to have a kiss without thinking about it, or a dance..." She trails off and looks over my body. “Or even a car ride.”

I suck in a sharp breath, unsure if I want to keep hearing more.

“You are such a temptation for me.” She sticks her bottom lip out to keep herself from crying. “Ever since I saw you. Ever since I met you. The past three weeks all I’ve been thinking about is...” She trails off again and closes her eyes.

“And just now. When that second challenge was announced, all I could think about was our kiss at that fucking party. Do you know how hard it’s been to control myself since then? I can’t go five minutes without thinking about it.”

“Why am I a temptation? Just don’t think of me like that.”

“Are you serious?” She scoffs. “Look at you. Look at your hair, your tattoos, your body, your eyes. Just... look at you. I’ve tried to act like you don’t get to me, but I’m done hiding it. You get to me a lot, and it’s agonizing.”

She inches closer to me and I back up into the wall, wishing I had caught up to her in a more open space.

“Just don’t think of me like that.” I repeat. “Just think of me as your friend.”

“If I would have asked you to kiss me for that challenge, would you?” She questions, completely ignoring me.

“That’s not relevant right now.” I say. I’m finding myself growing weaker the more she comes closer to me. She’s right in front of me now, her body almost pressed against mine. I can’t seem to find room to breathe.

“It is though.” She pouts. “If I asked you to kiss me, would you?”

“You know that I would.” I breathe heavily onto her lips. “But that wouldn’t be a good idea. Would it?”

Bringing her fingertips up to my face, she traces my jawline and then traces the outline of my lips. I gulp. Hard.

“Sometimes... ” She pauses and scans my eyes. “Sometimes I think it would be a good idea. Just to get it out of my system so that these fantasies will stop.”

“Fantasies?” I question. “What do you mean?”

“I have so many of them.” She pants. “Xavier... please.”

“Please what?”

I’m rock hard, breathing heavily to not give in. If she keeps going I will break. I won’t be able to control myself much longer around her.

“Kiss me.” She begs. “I want to win the challenge.”

My lips go to hers without thinking, my tongue opening up those soft, plump lips that I’ve been thinking about for the past week. I let my tongue wander over hers fiercely and rapidly, and before I know it I’ve picked her up into my arms so that she’s straddling me.

I will not fuck her. I will kiss her until the feeling of needing her goes away. Until the regret starts to settle in. I need this. I need to feel her.

I push her back up against the brick wall and allow her to take off my jacket and my t-shirt, letting her eyes graze my body.

“You’re so sexy.” She whimpers and tilts her head back when I kiss her neck. I flick my tongue over the skin and suck gently, putting my skills into action. She seems to be in bliss. Her eyes are closed, her fingers raking through my hair.

Going a little bit further won’t hurt, right? I can go a bit further.

Almost as if reading my mind, she unbuttons her jeans and grabs my hand to slip inside of them. I release her from my grasp so that she’s standing on her feet now and feel the wetness over her panties.

“Oh my god.” I moan into her neck and move the lace to the side, strumming my fingertips over her skin. I feel the goosebumps rise.

“Please.” She continues to beg. “Xavier. Please.”

“Relax.” I mutter and kiss her jawline, then kiss her lips again. I love the way her body reacts to mine. The way she bites her lip and moans in agony just from my touch. “I’m going to give you what you want. Okay?”

I slip a finger inside and hear her cry out, completely unbothered that we’re in an alleyway right now. Anyone could see us at any given moment, but the only thing that matters is how much I’ve wanted her since I laid eyes on her.

“Xavier.” She runs her fingers down to my jeans and squeezes gently, pulling me into her. “Fuck me. Right now.”

“Elena...” I trail off from her demanding words, taking a gentle step back. “Right here? You want to be fucked here?”

“Right now.” She demands. She begins to pull her pants down but I put my hand out to stop her. What the hell did I just do? I let her win. I let her persuade me into doing this when in the end it’s only going to hurt her. She’s going to be so disappointed that she did this to herself and it’s all because of me.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I say. I see her mood begin to shift, her vulnerability replaced with stone. Her lust replaced with anger. “Elena, please try to understand. I want you so badly right now. after a couple of minutes you’re going to realize that this isn’t what you want. This is your addiction talking.”

“As if you know what my addiction really is.” She spits back. “You don’t even fucking know me.”

Where did Elena go?

“I’m just trying to help you?” I say.

“If you want to help then fuck me.” She shrugs. “That’s what’s going to help me right now.”

The pink lace of her panties is hanging out of her jeans and it’s so fucking distracting. Her eyes are still raking up and down my body, but I know that this isn’t what she truly wants. This is someone who wants sex just to fulfill a desire they have. She doesn’t genuinely want me emotionally.

“I can’t do that.” I tell her. “I’m sorry.”

Silence fills the air for a couple of seconds as she stares at me in disbelief. Her expression fades from shocked to embarrassed as she buttons up her pants and straightens her t-shirt.

“Fine.” She smirks, that cocky asshole facade coming back into play. “If you won’t fuck me then I’ll find someone who will.”

“Elena, don’t fucking do that.” I seethe with anger. I’m not sure why I’m so angry, but the thought of her fucking someone else upsets me in a way I can’t describe. “You’re going to regret this if you do. What happened to being sober?”

"You happened.” She says. ”You did.”

We round the corner as I’m trying to chase after her, and just as we do, the rest of the group is piling out of the club. “Hey!” Dion stumbles and laughs his full head off. “We decided not to go through with the other places... cause... we’re like, shit faced.” He erupts into laughter with Amelia as they climb into a cab.

“You guys heading back to our place?” Cameron asks Elena. He eyes my shirtless body with my jacket and t-shirt in hand and then looks back at her.

She turns me to give me a devilish grin before she walks right up to Cameron and practically sticks her tongue down his throat. Cameron wastes no time before he grips heavily onto her ass, sticking his hands into the back pockets of her jeans. “Guess you’re coming with me?” He smirks and pulls away slightly. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away for long.”

I can feel the blood boiling underneath my skin. I can feel the tears threatening to prick in the backs of my eyes. The urge to cut is seeping into my body, the feeling of worthlessness filling every empty void within me.

How does she have this power over me when I hardly know her? Why are we so connected to each other already? Is it because we’re both so alike? How did things turn from so good to awful in the matter of an hour?

“Xavier.” Dion shouts. Even though he’s drunk he can see the look on my face. “Get in the fucking car. Now.”

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