Couple of things have happened since my last update. First thing is sad, one of my kitties died :( Not too sure how, appears as though he ate something poisonous in our neighbours yard. Me and my hubby and my second kitty are very upset. Second thing is happier, thank God; it's my birthday tomorrow! I'm getting old.
Wren and Miranda disappeared from the clubhouse around one. Melissa was the only stone cold sober one left at the party, given her pregnancy, and she emphasized to them that they had to text her when they got home to let her know that they got there safe. Wren was driving them back in Miranda's car because he had only had a few shots of Jack, but Melissa was still insistent. Hanna had managed to get Melissa to dance with her and Sydney, which had somehow lead to Lesli dancing with them as well.
Hanna wasn't too sure how she felt about Lesli. Sydney seemed to like her, and was feeding her drinks, just like she was with the rest of them, and Lesli was taking them, but she didn't seem to be getting drunk. She stayed quiet, watching them all, as though she was studying them, maybe like she was scared of them. Which Hanna could understand in part, because she was completely intimidated when she had first come to one of these parties. There was the pounding music, and the loud men and then there was Garrett Reynolds, who was getting a blow job from a red head, barely concealed by the counter of the bar. But then this was what people had to expect when coming to a party like this—it's not like they ever pretended that they were nothing like it, and everyone around town knew. So if Lesli wasn't ready to come, she shouldn't have.
"Girl," Hanna had to take a moment to try and stop the room from spinning as she came to the end of the hallway. "You need to loosen the fuck up." Lesli stared up at her, looking taken aback as Hanna stood in front of her, blocking her path.
"I, uh—what do you mean?" Lesli stammered, blinking up at Hanna, wide-eyed behind her glasses.
"I mean you're acting super uptight, and like you're freaked out," Hanna put her hand on her shoulder and squeezed it lightly, although even just the slightest movement made her sway a little and she had to take a moment. "Chill out! Actually drink the drinks that Sydney is giving you, because I sure as hell know that you're not drinking them given she makes some strong as shit drinks and you don't look drunk at all."
"Oh, right," Lesli attempted to give her a smile but it wasn't particularly convincing. She looked past Hanna, back toward the clubhouse, and Hanna followed her gaze, shrugging when she saw Lesli's eyes fall on Garrett, who's hands were tangled in the red heads hair, forcing her movements, guiding them faster and faster.
"If you're not ready for this sort of thing, I suggest you leave," Hanna tried to sound understanding, but she really didn't have time for this. She was tingling, and in that happy space in her head and she didn't feel like babysitting. Right now, she also needed to go to the bathroom. Lesli began to walk past her and Hanna frowned. "Wait, what were you doing down here?"
"I was going to the bathroom," Lesli replied quickly.
"The bathroom is that way," Hanna pointed down the opposite end of the hall.
"Yeah, uh, that's okay," Lesli flashed another one of those tight, extremely forced looking smiles. "I don't need to go anymore." Hanna watched as Lesli turned around and walked quickly back into the main room of the club house, straight past Garrett and his slag and around a group of three girls who were putting on a show for Jonny and Gabriel, kissing and fingering each other. Hanna scrunched up her nose and then shrugged, heading toward the bathroom. She wiped down the toilet seat, just like she always did when she was in this place, before sitting down and peeing. There was a condom on the ground, thankfully unused and still in it's packet, and Hanna rolled her eyes at the habits of the boys.
"At least they're being safe," she muttered sarcastically as she washed her hands and then walked back out to the main room. She was about to walk over to where Sydney and Melissa were standing when a pair of arms surrounded her waist and jerked her body backwards. She gasped with a start and then let out a giggle as she felt a familiar pair of lips and a scratch of stubble against the smooth curve of her neck. "Hey, baby," she mumbled, her eyes closing as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.
"You're pretty drunk, my girl," he whispered, his lips against her ear and his breath hot against her skin. "I feel as though I need to get you home and take advantage of that."
"I feel as though I agree with you," Hanna grinned, her eyes still closed as he rubbed his hand up and down her bare arm, warming her skin and leaving goose bumps in it's wake.
"Are you good to ride?" He asked her.
"I'll be fine," Hanna nodded. Caleb pulled away from her and turned her around so that he could look at her properly. He squinted at her, as though trying to gauge from her eyes whether or not she was going to be okay on the back of his bike. Hanna raised an eyebrow, attempting to appear sober even though she was finding it difficult to stand up straight. He shook his head and let out a snort. "You better hold on tight, baby."
"You know I've gotten damn good at being on the back of your bike after a few drinks," she told him and he nodded. They found Eric, who looked as though he was about ready to leave and take his pregnant Phoenix home with him, and said goodnight, and also to Sydney and Alex. Caleb's bike was parked just down the steps, and he handed his fiancée the helmet and she strapped it on, fumbling for a moment with the latch. Caleb shook his head and grinned at her, helping her clip it on and then stealing a hasty kiss with her before getting on his bike. Hanna got on behind him, wrapping her arms securely around his waist and laying her against his sturdy back.
She trusted him driving, even though he had had a beer in his hand all night. It was likely that the beer he had been seen with was probably the same one all night, or maybe one of two, because he hardly ever got drunk. In fact, Hanna had only properly seen him drunk twice; after Noel had been buried, where he and Eric had gotten completely sloppy drunk and then once at their engagement party.
The cold air whipping against her face and at her bare arms and legs helped to sober her up, but she had still had enough to drink that by the time they got home, and she stepped off the bike, she was still a little wobbly on her feet.
Exactly the way that Caleb wanted her.
"Come on, baby," he laughed as he unclipped her helmet and hooked it on the back of his bike before bending down, one arm going around her waist and the other going under her knees so that he could easily lift her bridal style.
"I can walk, you know," Hanna told him with a laugh and a roll of her eyes.
"I know," Caleb kissed her on the cheek as he walked up the steps to the front door. He managed to unlock it and get them inside, and as soon as the door slammed shut, he dropped Hanna onto her feet and pushed her against the door frame, his mouth hot against hers. Hanna's hands went to either side of his head, scratching through his short hair and letting out a moan into his mouth as his tongue pushed past her lips. He tasted faintly of beer and their toothpaste and then there was that intoxicating, underlying taste of Caleb which was enough to make her weak on her feet even if she hadn't had any alcohol.
"Fuck, Caleb," Hanna mumbled out as his hand went between them and skilfully undone the button of her mini-shorts. He rubbed her through the sheer material of her underwear, already feeling her damp through the fabric. She keened, arching her back and thrusting herself forward against his fingers, desperate for something more—something intrusive. Her kiss was sloppy, trying to rub herself against him and her hands scratching at his skin underneath his shirt and vest. His muscles were hard and taunt underneath her fingers and she felt them contracting as her nails raked over them. She couldn't pay too much attention though, because his own fingers had found their way under the band of her underwear and slipped up and down her dripping slit.
"You're so wet, baby," Caleb whispered, his voice thick and husky as he pulled away from her mouth for a second. "You want my fingers in you, baby? Do you want them making you cum?" Hanna's hips jerked as his fingers continued to ghost over her slit, the ever so slight give and take winding her body up tighter. "Or..." he ran his tongue from her mouth and over her jaw line. His teeth brushed over her lower earlobe and then bit down hard, making her gasp and jolt, and then his tongue began making it's way down her neck. He paused frequently to suck and lick at her, teeth closing around her skin, knowing that there were going to be purplish-red marks left tomorrow. "Or did you want my tongue in you?"
"Oh, shit," Hanna whined out, feeling a spike of heat stab at her lower stomach and a shiver run right through her body, down her spine and to the tips of her toes. "Oh, shit, Caleb, baby...Please?" Her thighs were shaking with anticipation as he lowered himself to the ground, so that he was on his knees in front of her. He kissed his way down her arm, licking the inside of her wrist, and then pressing a kiss to the gap between her shorts and through her damp underwear. His hands ran up and down her thighs, and then gripped her shorts and underwear, pulling them down her long, smooth legs. She kicked off her shoes and he tossed aside her shorts and thong, and then a rush of cool, night air hit the sticky apex of her legs and she let out a gasp, her fingers curling into fists at his side.
"So you want my tongue?" Caleb asked as Hanna slammed her head hard against the wall, trying to stop herself from writhing pitifully in front of him. He smirked up at her, jerking open her blouse and licking his lower lip at the way her breasts were heaving in the lacy, purple bra that she was wearing. "Baby, you need to tell me what you want," he pushed her, his eyes never leaving her as he leaned in a little closer to her lower half, sending a rush of hot air over her pussy lips and making her wiggle against the wall, her hips jerking forward again.
"I—yes, I—" Hanna stuttered out, trying to swallow to fill her lungs, but every breath that Caleb was releasing over her was making her jerk and forget how she was meant to do the simplest of things—breathing, for example.
"What was that?" Caleb teased her, and even though her eyes were closed and her head was tilted toward the ceiling, she knew that he was smirking up at her, loving every second of her reactions. So she lashed out with one hand, grabbing his hair and glaring down at him, meeting his eyes.
"I want your fucking tongue in me, Caleb," she snapped at him and there was a spark of heat in his eyes before he leaned forward and buried his tongue in her. Hanna let out a yelp, her eyes almost rolling back into her head as his tongue found that exact spot inside of her that sent her straight toward the edge. His nose brushed at her clit and he licked the inside of her cunt, twisting his tongue and then pulling back to lap a long stripe over her lips. Hanna bucked against his face, desperate for him to enter her again, and he did just that. When she orgasmed, Caleb's sounds turned lewd and sloppy as he licked up her cum, missing some of what dripped between her legs.
"Fuck, yes, baby," Caleb mumbled against her. "You taste so fucking good." Hanna's reply was incoherent, her fingers loosening and tightening in his hair as she came down from her high. He didn't allow her time to recover before his fingers were going between her legs, gathering the slick that had gathered and then sliding back, between her ass cheeks. Hanna let out a groan, her legs giving out slightly underneath her as he squeezed her ass hard. Caleb was painfully hard in his pants, and it had just gotten worse, straining against his jeans as Hanna's scent and taste flooded his senses. "Oh, baby girl. I need you."
"Mm-hm," Hanna managed to mumbled out, letting him manoeuvre her body as he got to his feet and straightened her up from her slumped position against the wall. He pushed off his pants and briefs and grabbed her leg, hooking it over his hip and lining himself up with her, the head of his cock nudging inside of her. Their bodies slotted together perfectly, as though they were always made to find each other, her leg changing position on his hip so that her foot was resting at the small of his back. "Oh, shit..." Hanna swallowed hard, the change in position making her more open to him and feel him more fully. He paused, not filling her just yet as he put his hand on her neck, her skin pale against his as he brushed a thumb over her jawline.
"I love you, Hanna Marin," he whispered, leaning forward and brushing his nose against hers.
"I love you most, Caleb Rivers," she responded, before he pushed inside of her, stretching her as they joined together in the most intimate of ways.
Instead of songs, this time I want to rave about a couple of things I've watched on Netflix. Obviously, there's Jessica Jones. Okay, I know, I know, I'm a total Marvel freak, but it's amazing! I've had a few friends who aren't into Marvel at all who watched and they were in love. The second is a documentary, Hot Girls Wanted. It's kinda...Sad and shit, but it's really good. About girls who get into amateur porn and don't really know what they're getting themselves into. And then Sense8. Ohmygod. Sense8. It is absolutely incredible. I wasn't into it at first, but I stuck with it, and we binged on the whole season in the weekend. It was unlike anything else I've watched, and I definitely recommend.
Oh shit! AND I SAW Captain America: CIVIL WAR LAST WEEKEND! Holy shit. Just as good as I had hoped. Couple of things I was a little iffy on but *sighs dreamily* it was very good. Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans and Jeremy Renner all in one movie makes me very happy :) So if anyone is a Marvel fan and wants to fangirl, don't hold back! Especially if you want to fangirl about Stucky or Sebastian Stan talking in Russian or Wanda, who I absolutely fell in love with in this movie.
Let me know what you think, and I'll send out a preview for a review xx