Allison
Jayden’s dead weight was a struggle to manage, but the sound of approaching voices outside motivated me to drag him inside quickly. The bed creaked in relief as he landed on it, his toes wiggling slightly as he struggled to regain some semblance of consciousness.
The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, and frustration simmered just below the surface. Why had he come here, of all places?
I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples in frustration. “Why did you come here, for crying out loud?” I muttered to myself. “You should have gone to your room. You’re just making everything exhausting and confusing for me.”
I decided to take a moment to collect myself and headed to the bathroom to wash my hands. As I turned around, I felt a jolt of surprise – Jayden was holding my wrist, his grip surprisingly strong despite his inebriated state.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I tried to process what was happening. Jayden’s eyes were glassy, his pupils unfocused, but his voice was laced with a desperate urgency.
“Please don’t go,” he whispered, his voice shaking.
I sighed deeply, shaking my head. “Huh? I’m not actually going anywhere but I wish you left.”
But he just repeated his plea, his voice cracking with emotion. “Please don’t go.”
I felt a pang of sympathy for him, despite my frustration. “Fine, I’m not going anywhere,” I said softly, trying to reassure him.
Jayden suddenly sat upright, and he pulled me onto his lap, his movements swift and unexpected. His hands cradled my face, turning it and drawing me closer.
“Baby,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
I whispered back, “Jayden, we shouldn’t be-”
But Jayden’s grip on my jaw tightened, his fingers digging gently into my skin as he turned my face towards his. Our eyes deepened in their gaze, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.
Then, Jayden’s lips crashed down on mine, the kiss deep and passionate. His tongue twined with mine, sending shivers down my spine. But despite the spark of attraction, my mind rebelled against the kiss.
I broke away, my breathing ragged. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, my voice firm but shaky. “Not after what happened between us this afternoon. You can’t just barge into my room and kiss me.”
Jayden’s eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with intensity. “Do I taste bad?” he asked, his voice low.
I wiped my lips clean, my expression stern. “Yeah, you do. You… You taste like alcohol. Why the heck did you drink?
Then, I stood up from him, my eyes flashing with annoyance. “Please leave now that you’re better. And for goodness’ sake, stop drinking so much alcohol. Just go back to your room and stop disturbing me. Please.”
Jayden’s hands grasped my waist, pulling me close as he held me firmly in place. I struggled against his grip, my voice rising in protest. “Let me go, let me go, for crying out loud! Before I scream!”
But his fingers only tightened around my waist, his other hand reaching up to cradle my chin. He tilted my face upwards, his eyes burning with intensity as he whispered, “I can’t resist you, Allison. Now, resist me if you can.”
His words sent shivers down my spine, my defenses crumbling beneath his gaze. I felt my eyes locking onto his, my mind blanking as I struggled to form a coherent thought.
Slowly, inexorably, my lips drew closer to Jayden’s, our mouths crashing together in a fierce, passionate kiss. I felt myself getting lost in the sensation, my lips devouring his as I bit and chewed at his mouth.
Jayden’s hands roamed freely over my body, sending sparks flying as his fingers traced the curves of my waist, my hips, my breasts. I felt myself melting into his touch, my resistance crumbling beneath the onslaught of his desire.
But then, sanity reasserted itself, and I broke away from the kiss, gasping for air. “My roommate might be home any moment now,” I began, trying to reason with him.
But he didn’t let me finish. His lips claimed mine once more, his tongue delving into my mouth as he kissed me with a fiery, all-consuming passion.
Before I knew it, I slowly parted my thighs, craving more of Jayden’s sensual exploration of my body. He broke the kiss, gazing into my lust-filled eyes.
“Look at you,” he whispered, stealing a quick kiss on the side of my neck. “So erotic. I know you want me, baby. You can’t resist me.”
“It’s all your fault,” I muttered, gasping as his hand grasped my thigh.
He smirked, his hand moving towards my core. “Do you want me?” he asked.
I stared at him innocently for a moment before nodding quietly.
“Tell me you want me,” he said gruffly, rubbing my arousal, my thin panties acting as a barrier between his fingers and my folds.
“I want you,” I shuddered.
“What do you really want?” he asked, as his hand slipped past my panties, delving into my folds and playing with them tenderly.
“I…” I paused, unsure what else to say.
“My cock?” he asked.
Swallowing hard, I nodded my head.
“Beg me, baby,” his deep voice resonated in my ears. “I want you to beg me for it. Beg for my cock.”
At that moment, I could feel his huge bulge pressing between my butt cheeks. Letting out an ecstatic whimper as his second finger entered my pussy, I said, “Please give me your cock.”
“What did you say?” he asked, driving his fingers deeper and faster, the sounds of my moist skin echoing in my ears.
“I want your cock, Jayden,” I whispered shakily, grabbing his shirt by the chest. “Please fuck me with your cock.”
“And where should I fuck you, baby?” he asked, tilting his head, a sly smirk on his face. “Your sweet, slutty mouth? Your tight ass? Your little cunt? Your pretty breasts?”
With his other hand, he gave my left breast a squeeze. “Tell me where.”
“Everywhere,” I breathed, tightening my legs around his touch. “Fuck me everywhere, Jayden. Please.”
“Why not try to resist me, baby?” he asked, a low scoff leaving his lips. “You can do that, can’t you?”
“No,” I purred, shaking my head as his hands teased my throbbing pussy. “I can’t… I can’t resist you, Jayden. You know that!”