I found Mel standing just off the kitchen with Tommy by her side. As I approached, her expression changed from guile to wonder. I knew I needed my bravado act now more than ever. I couldn't let my friends ask questions. I wouldn't have the answers. Unfortunately Tommy could read me like a book. It was no use trying to hide my emotions from him, he knew.
"What's up, Roni?" he asked, worry evident in his voice. Mel caught his tone and looked at me closer.
"Yeah Ron. I thought you were having fun with John. You've been dancing for like two hours," Mel added.
Seriously two hours? I knew it had been awhile, but two hours? Damn. This is worse than I thought. Without answering either of my friends, I reach behind Tommy to get a new cup. I hadn't really drunk much so far. Alex had never given me the drink he ran of to get before John and I danced. I downed one cupful before refilling the red cup and walking off towards the balcony, my friends staring at my back.
I needed to think. Why did I feel so comfortable with John? I barely knew the guy. I'd only known him for a total of thirty-six hours. I never let my guard down around guys. I couldn't let anyone in. Yet, here I was forgetting everything else around me, except for him. John O'Callaghan. Why?
Instead of answering my questions, or at least trying to, I searched the party for a certain face. After a moment I found it. Alex. Alex would be the perfect distraction. I worked my way to where he was standing, talking to a few guys I recognized. Miss confident took over as I gripped his arm and spoke in his ear, tearing his attention away from the conversation at hand.
"Wanna dance again?"
He smiled his signature crooked smile. I loved that smile; though it's not as beautiful as John's. Nodding, he turned to his friends, who were staring at me with wonder and possibly amusement. "Guys, this is Roni, she's friends with John Oh." I winced at the introduction. Not noticing, Alex continued the intros. "Roni this is Andrew from The Friday Night Boys, Alex G. from Mayday Parade, and Anthony from Bayside." I smiled sweetly at each of the boys in front of me before looking up to Alex, who cleared his throat. "Uh. Guys, we're gonna go dance. Catch you later?"
We turned away as the guys began to talk once again amongst themselves. Alex led me to the dance floor again, where we moved in synchronization. I let myself get lost in the music, successfully allowing my mind to go blank. I was living and breathing in the moment, and nothing could touch me.
Things began to heat up pretty fast between Alex and I. Without thinking about what I was doing, we began to move up against on another, slowly grinding to the beat of the current hip-hop song. Alex's hands found their way from their resting spot on my hips to my backside, drawing me closer to Alex, if that was even possible. I wound my arms around his neck, never missing a beat. This felt normal, unlike with John. Damn, there I go again.
To clear my mind, again, I pulled Alex's head down, allowing me to capture his lips in my own. I wasn't usually this forward. Normally I waited for the guy to make a move, and then I decided if I wanted to engage or not. Normally I wasn't trying to distract myself from unwanted feelings toward another guy. I never had feelings for another guy. I never allowed myself to. So why did I feel something for John? A guy I not only didn't know, but a guy I wanted to know. Ugh! This isn't working. I'm standing here, in the middle of a bunch of people I didn't know, kissing Alex fucking Gaskarth and I'm thinking about John fucking O'Callaghan. What the hell?
I pulled away from Alex slightly. His eyes snapped open, looking at me with wonder. I smiled as he reconnected our lips. I felt myself moving through the crowd. Alex was leading us away from the party, and I wasn't protesting. Next thing I knew, Alex was shutting a door and pushing me against it. Again, I wasn't protesting. This felt crazy, but right at the same time. I needed an escape; I needed to be with someone when there were no emotions involved.
Alex's hands once again found their way to my backside, slowly moving down to my thighs where he pulled me closer. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned quietly when I felt his erection through his jeans. He moved his mouth from mine, trailing kisses down my neck to my collarbone. I rolled my head back, enjoying the ecstasy I was now in. My back still against the door, I used it as leverage as I moved my hips against his. Alex pulled his head back, surprised, before he attacked my lips again.
In one swift motion, he twirled us around and we fell on the bed, Alex hovering over me. I pulled away from the kiss and took a moment to admire the man atop of me. How the hell was I so lucky? Alex freaking Gaskarth. Without any more thoughts on my part, I pulled his shirt over his head as I felt his hands snake their way under the hem of my dress. His fingertips grazed the underside of my thigh and I let out a moan. With his free hand, Alex undid his belt and the zipper of his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. As soon as he was free of them, I put my hands on his chest and reversed our positions so I was now straddling him. As he looked up at me, I pulled my dress of my head. I was now in only my underwear, seeing as I hadn't had to wear a bra with my strapless dress. Alex's gaze was fixed on my chest and I smiled to myself. All guys were the same. I decided to tease him a bit. As he stared at my boobs, I ground my hips into his, causing a groan to escape his mouth as he gripped my hips, and once again reversed our positions.
He played with the band of my lacy underwear as a devilish smirk graced his lips. I wiggled underneath him, begging for him to remove the garment. I smiled wider as he bent down to capture my nipple in his mouth. I gasped, and wound my hands in his hair. Soon enough the lace was removed from my lower half and replaced by his warm, calloused hand. He began to move his fingers across my clit, making my wiggle my hips, asking for more contact. He captured my lips in his own once more as he slid first one then two fingers into my center. I couldn't think at all. I was lost in this moment.
Alex removed his fingers, causing me to sigh. He smirked against my lips as he moved his hips against mine, teasing. His head sat, poised at my entrance. I moved my hips slightly, wanting so much for him to enter me. Alex just giggled as he pulled away slightly before pushing against me. Just as I thought he was going to finally enter me, the door to the room swung open.
Alex groaned. His head rested against my shoulder as he mumbled load enough for our 'visitor' to hear, "Dude, get the fuck out!"
"Shit, sorry." The intruder mumbled. I thought they had left, although I hadn't heard the door close, before I heard a familiar voice.
"Roni? What the hell?"
Shit. I groaned loudly, hoping this was a dream and I would wake up any moment. I mean my best friend did not just walk in on me about to have sex with Alex Gaskarth. Did he?
A/N: Party part duex
Uh oh!
do i smell drama?
let me know what you think...
until.. well until, love.
