"Me? I... What about me?" I asked.
"You're going to go down on him." The guy at my left said and I froze.
"What?" I gasped.
"Suck him! Suck him! Suck him!"
The guy whom the bottle had chosen beckoned at me.
"I..." I started without moving. I looked at Leo.
"It's not that bad." Leo told me. "Give it a try."
I blinked at him. Was he really telling me to go down on some random guy? I... How could I do that? Was he drunk from the drink he had off that guy?
"Just get it over with, you can't get away from it." The guy at my left whispered. "Unless you trade and let him go down on you instead."
Before my eyes could pop out I felt a hand grab at my wrist and I was yanked from my seat.
"El," I heard the guy that was at my left say and the cheering stopped.
"She's El's girl?" Someone asked.
"El has a girl?"
"Lucky bastard." Someone else was saying. "If El would have come a little later and caught her in the act, he would have been dead for touching her."
"Fuck it! Who would have thought El's girl would join us?"
"El..." I wanted to ask why he pulled me to my feet but stopped at the sight of his dark expression. He was even scarier than Ash that way. The fear everyone had for El was starting to rub off on me.
But why was he angry?
Forget about him, why was I feeling like the devil had just caught me cheating on him?
"Oops," Leo said. "He's mad now." I heard him whisper loudly before I was half dragged away.
He took me to an empty room locking the door behind us. Letting go of my wrist he hit his head against the wall next to the door, then started hitting his fist into the wall.
"El," I tried stopping him from hitting the wall but he shook me off and I staggered back, landing on the floor.
I felt him freeze, the hitting sounds discontinuing. "Fuck, Adey." He knelt beside me.
I used my hands to push away from him.
"Why do you have to fuck against me all the time?" He asked without coming after me. "You... do you have to keep... keep... keep doing shit to me?" He closed his eyes, turning his face away from me. "I'm human, I can only control myself to an extent."
I blinked. That was weird. He was acting weird. "You're not even my boyfriend. What are you mad at?" I murmured.
"That's the whole fucking point don't you see?" His eyes flashed.
"See what? What are you going on about?" I looked away from him. There were mixed feelings inside me that I didn't understand, and he was only making me feel worse. "I'm going to find Dave."
I started to get up.
El pulled me back, pinning me on the floor with his body.
"What... what..." I stammered unable to bring myself to say anything more. I wanted to push him off and scream but my brain defied me.
The voluntary section failed me.
I watched his face dark with fury, the anger behind his furrowed eyebrows and the pain in his eyes. They were all judging me. Rating me. Talking to me, but I wasn't listening.
The scar above his lip caught my attention and I was reminded of how dangerous he looked. The fear that befell everyone at the spin the bottle circle when he had arrived.
Danger.
Then I was aware of his member pushing down on my thigh, his body heavy on me. I could feel his breath on my face, the pain on my wrists which he had pinned down with a single hand.
His strength.
I swallowed. As though that was a cue, his mouth came crushing down on me, his lips against mine with all that he held within him.
He had clearly been holding back for ages.
I could feel it in the way his free hand tore off my top to rummage my breasts, his mouth leaving my mouth to devour at my throat where my pulse throbbed frantically. Moving from the hollow of my neck to bury his face between my breasts, he released my wrists and wrapped his fingers around my neck instead.
Chocking me.
He was showing no mercy. It was as though he was a deprived animal that had no intention of leaving without enough satisfaction to last him another decade.
And I liked it. I liked that he wasn't focusing on me. I liked that the more he took the more he left behind for me to take. I loved the pain on every part of me. Speak of a rock underneath and a hard place above. It was all perfection.
I arched my back as his hands rested on my waist, his mouth following its own trail down to my unbuttoned shorts. Stopping just at the band of my pants, he raised his face to look at me.
I swear it was all loud and clear.
Pulling myself away from him, I got to my feet and removed every bit of clothing I had on, each at its own pace while he sat back watching me, hiding nothing about his intentions of devouring me. His gaze alone had my hair standing on ends, the sight of his bulgy jeans awakening huge but beautiful butterflies in my stomach.
I felt like a little kid on Christmas morning, eager to open the tempting gift under the Christmas tree but anxious of whatever was inside. He adjusted his position so that he was half seated while leaning back on one arm, one arm resting on his folded leg whereas the other leg assumed an almost straight form.
That was my invitation. Going down to him, I ran my hands over the bulgy area over his jeans and watched his face. He was watching, his expression that of a grudge carrier waiting for me to make one more mistake.
One more mistake.
And I was happy to conform.
I opened his jeans and revealed a pair of underpants. I watched him again yet he was unresponsive, visibly waiting to act on the desire that was burning in his eyes.
I pulled down the pants and my eyes painfully widened at the mighty sight. I felt myself smile.