Letty's POV
It was a breezy Saturday night when I was sixteen, that everything changed. Maybe it was the house full of people dancing to the beat of the blaring music. Or maybe it could have been the short black skirt I was wearing. But something changed.
I noticed Mia in the kitchen, pouring a glass of what looked like Whiskey. She was wearing a simple tank top and jeans. She looked up to see me.
"Hey, Let. Did you need something?" Mia asked, curiously.
"Oh, no, I'm fine." I answered.
"If you insist. Have you seen Holly and Isabel?" She asked.
"I saw Isabel outside with Jesse a few minutes ago."
"Holly's probably doing unspeakable things with Vince."
"Probably."
Mia grabbed a hold of a plastic red cup. She simply smiled and made her way to the jam packed living room. I busied myself with pouring a glass of whatever bottle was closest. It turned out to be Scotch.
"I didn't take you as a Scotch kind of girl, Letty." Came the unmistakable voice of Dominic Toretto.
"Yeah, there's a lot you don't know about me."
"You look good in that outfit." He said, looking my body up and down. I suddenly felt self conscious in my tank top and short skirt.
"You don't look so bad yourself, Toretto."
"Thanks." He laughed.
I brought my attention to the two people who could be seen making out against the wall. For just a second, I pictured that being Dom and I. I have no idea where that thought came from. I thought that I was over my little crush on him.
"Where's Andrew? Shouldn't he be here?"
"He's busy with Loral."
"Who's Loral?"
"His girlfriend."
"I thought you were his girlfriend. I mean, given how much time you two spend flirting."
Letty just then noticed the small sliver of his skin showing. She had the sudden urge to run her hands down his chest.
"Let, you still with me?" Dom asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Yeah. Sorry I was just thinking."
"I was thinking too." He said.
"Of what?"
"Running my hands underneath your skirt." He said, with a seductive tone.
"Don't do that." I said. Dom took a step closer to me.
"Do what?"
"Get me all worked up."
"What if I want to get you all worked up." Dom said, pressing her against the kitchen counter. He caged her inside his arms. He brought his lips down to trail down her neck.
"Mmm. We shouldn't be doing this." I managed to get out. I was focused on the feeling of his lips on my skin. All of the sudden, he pulled his lips away. Only to crash them on mine a second later. His hands found their way up my skirt.
"Stop. We need to stop. Mia's my best friend." I said, hoping it would get him to pull away.
"What Mia dosen't know won't hurt her." Dom said, lifting me up onto the counter. I could feel his fingers trace the outline of my lace underwear.
"I want to take you upstairs, rip your clothes off and lick every inch of your body." He whispered in my ear.
"Oh, God."
"I get the feeling that you want that too."
"Why me? I mean, there are plenty of other girls ready and willing."
"They haven't peaked my interest." He set his hands on my hips. I could practically feel them on my bare skin.
"Come on." He held his hand out to me. I debated this decision. If I take it, there is a very clear promise of pleasure. The logical choice would be to decline and run for the hills.
"Come on, Letty." He said, once more.
"Just this once." I said, taking his outstretched hand.
He led me up the stairs, through the hall and to his bedroom. Dom pressed her against his bedroom door. She tugged his shirt off of him. She ran her hands down his chest. Dom all but ripped her clothes off, leaving her in her red lace bra and underwear. He growled out his appreciation.
"God, you are so gorgeous." He said, wrapping one of her legs around his hip.
"Just shut up." I said, getting impatient.
"Am I winding you up, Leticia?" He asked.
"I swear to God, if you don't touch me right now, I will go back downstairs and find a man who will." She said, threatening him.
"That won't be necessary." Dominic said, tossing her on the bed. He crawled on top of her, having ditched the rest of his clothing on the way. He was bigger than she imagined. Dom pulled the red lace off of her, and kissed his way down her body. He lifted her leg up and trailed kisses on the inside of her thigh.
Letty, all of the sudden, found herself wondering why she ever wanted to reject this man. After spending, she didn't know how long, avoiding him.
"I don't know how much longer I can resist being inside of you." He said. Letty practically melted at his words. Suddenly, she found herself more than ready to be taken by him.
"I need you now." She whimpered, not capable of speaking words. Just like that, he was laying on the bed with her on top, riding him into oblivion.
The next morning, Letty woke up to the sun shining in the room. She had a splitting headache. She slowly looked around the room, finding her clothes scattered everywhere. Letty suddenly recognized the room as Dom's bedroom. All of her memories suddenly flooded back into her head. She heard Dom start to move.
"Good morning, gorgeous." Dom said, flipping over to face his companion. Letty sat up, pulling the covers up to cover her bare breasts.
"This should never have happened." She said.
"But, it did happen."
"We were both drunk."
"You know, personally, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to ride me like that again." Dom said, ignoring her.
"I rode you?" Letty asked.
"Very much so." Dom said, reliving the experience.
Letty just continued to lay in Dom's bed, wondering what the hell she got herself into.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed my short Dotty one shot One Night. This is my first ever piece on here. Tho, I've been reading on here for a couple of months. ~K