“Don’t mess with me! Are you still on that?” I exclaimed laughing and taking a swig from the beer bottle in my hand.
We were in the bar’s room and the stage music sounded distant.
“It’s true, babe,” he boasted, winking at me and poking my rib with his index finger.
He insisted he was tough, the meanest of all, and blah, blah, blah.
“Sure, it’s true,” I assured, nodding several times and trying not to let my expression say otherwise. Following that, I took a breath and my face contracted into an angry expression, intending to match Donovan’s half the time. “‘I always remember you, Celina,’ ‘I love you, Celina,’ ‘You drive me crazy all the time, Celina,’ ‘I want to mate with you, Celina'”
“You made up that last one, and, what about you, tough girl?” – he took a swig of his beer and looked at me again, got closer to my face and his eyelashes started to flutter. “‘I miss you, Donovan,’ ‘I want to be with you, Donovan,’ ‘You’re an idiot and yet I only think about you, Donovan,’ ‘Make me ten children, Donovan.'”
I hit his shoulder to push him away and he started laughing.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, please Donovan, if we start now, we’ll finish making them before we’re thirty.”
“Don’t tell me twice,” he joked, smiling in the most lascivious way known to man.
“Or what?” I said challenging him.
“I’m not responsible for my actions.”
“Oh, am I supposed to be scared?”
“I don’t know if scared is the word I’m looking for, I think you should make me an altar and pray for me to forgive you for your audacities towards my beautiful and glorious person.”
“Yeah, yeah, Lord Hades, sorry, you have no idea how sorry I am to have been practically dragged to your car by you and brought to this romantic place to have some beers, God, I’m so sorry.”
“Hades? Dragged? That’s not…”
With enough alcohol in my system, I refused to let him finish and quickly straddled his legs. Well, yes, we all knew I was a love-struck, dramatic, and stupid teenager, but now horny teenager is added to the list.
“Shut up,” I whispered a few inches from his lips. The air had been expelled from Donovan.
“Yes, ma’am,” he obeyed.
His hands went to my waist, pushing me forward and crashing my lips onto his. There was nothing softer and sweeter than his mouth, it could become my favorite candy.
I put my hands around his neck and his tongue entered my mouth, it was perfect. I could feel an intense pressure between my legs and I got scared, did I want to pee? Now? Some supreme being must hate me.
I confirmed that it wasn’t that when Donovan’s hand broke the thin barrier of my shirt to touch my skin, the moment he stroked my back, the pressure became a thousand times stronger and I felt heat everywhere. The vehement fire that his hands ignited on my bare skin couldn’t compare to the fire of hell itself.
I was never very sexual, in fact, I hated sex with all my being, but with Donovan I could reconsider.
I felt his growing erection appear under the torturous pressure between my legs, and I moaned involuntarily into his mouth, that was all for him. In one move he laid me down on the couch and slowly removed his hand from my waist, as if that was a punishment.
He got up quickly distancing himself from me, practically went to the other end of the room and I was about to yell at him to come back on top of me and end the torture under my panties.
Donovan was totally agitated, his cheeks blushing in a very tender way and his chest moving frantically back and forth. His hair was messed up from my desperate hands and his eyes looked like crystals because of their brightness.
He turned and grabbed another beer, opened it and took several long sips, as if that was going to calm him down. “Can I ask you something?”
“Now?” I said through gritted teeth, looking at the ceiling still lying on the couch. Well, I had to admit it, I had a lot of sexual frustration and I hated him for provoking it. I cursed him silently for a few seconds and clenched my thighs hard to alleviate the pain.
“Believe me, I’m asking you now for a reason.” He sat on top of the table and took his jacket to cover his crotch.
We were both suffering, why? There was no damn need for this, now we could be relieving everything Donovan is causing us with his miserable need to do the right thing.
“Go ahead,” I agreed, straightening up and tying my hair into a ponytail.
“What happened that night when you came looking for me?”
My heart hit hard against my ribcage, stopping time around me.
I started to get up. “No… I think you should take me home.”
I walked towards the door, ready to leave and he got in my way. “You really think you’re going to get away from me by saying that?”
I shook my head, nervous. “We were having a damn good time and you have to ruin it, Donovan!”
He put his hand on my cheek. “Listen to me…”
I pulled away from him. “No! Stop with that already!”
“You said you trust me,” he reminded me.
“It’s not you, Donovan. It’s me. I can’t say it.” I hugged myself, the walls of the room began to close in on me.
“Celina…”
“No!”
“I want to understand you.”
“You already understand me completely, you don’t need to know more about me to…”
“I do need to know.”
I clenched my teeth hard trying to avoid the nervous breakdown I knew was coming strong. “I don’t need this, any of this, I’m leaving.”
“You’re running,” he spat back, again blocking the door and me.
“I learned from the best, now move.”
“You won’t see me again if you cross this door,” he threatened.
I considered it for a few seconds. “Then, farewell.”
I started my way towards the exit of the bar, but before I got to where all the people were, Donovan put me over his shoulder.
It was obvious.