Chapter Fourteen

My blood runs cold. I recognized that voice.

Turning my head, I see a pair of familiar beady eyes behind me.

Mike.

"Why don't we get out of this loser party?"

I shake my head. "No thank you, Mike."

"Aw, baby, don't be like that." His hand reaches out to touch my arm. I quickly smack his hand before abruptly standing up.

"I need to use the restroom."

I make my way into the girls bathroom.

Running cold water from the sink, I splash it on my face, trying to cool myself down and wake my mind up. I know I have to go find the guys, but part of me wants to show them that I can do this on my own. I know I can.

Walking out of the bathroom with my head held high, I make my way to the table.

With the man of the hour gone, I can't help but feel paranoid that he's still around.

I take my seat once again, my hand clamps around my drink, slightly shaking. I tell myself to calm down, that everything is alright, even if my hand is shaking violently.

"Hey, where'd you head off to?"

Sean walks up to the table, Mark no where in sight.

"Just off dancing for a bit," I lie.

"Having fun?"

I shrug my shoulders.

I hear Mark shout from the crowd, "Hey, Sean! They've got keg stands going! Come on!"

The brunet mouths "sorry" before heading off toward Mark.

I take a sip of my drinking, noticing that it tastes funny, but I brush it off, noting it to be my nerves for the moment.

Staring at the large group of people nearby, I wait for time to pass.

About fifteen minutes into watching people, and with my half-full cup in hand, I feel dizzy.

Watching all these people dance makes me want to dance too.

I stand up from my seat, making my way to the dance floor. Almost immediately, I feel a hand graze my back. I don't bother looking back. Instead, I find my body grinding against the strange person's.

The strangers hands go to my hips, guiding me against him. If it wasn't for them doing that, I probably would've fallen. My knees turn into jello and my eyes keepclosing. It was a struggle to not fall asleep right there.

My body ends up collapsing on the floor. My eyes, still barely open, catch sight of the stranger I was grinding against, who is now picking me up and hoisting me over his shoulder.

I slap my fists against his back. "P-put...me...down," I say, slurring the words like I'm drunk. I feel so drained that I stop struggling. My eyes open up every ten seconds, but seem to close for too long.

I feel myself being placed on a cushion, then I hear the sound of a click. I groan into what I assume is a pillow, considering how soft it is.

The bed dips as I feel someone climb up. I open my eyes to see a man with green eyes staring down at me. The unmistakable look of lust clouds his eyes. It makes him look sexy, in a weird way.

The man hovers his body over mine, his head leaning down. His mouth caresses mine as he kisses me. His lips are rough—all his movements are rough.

His hands stroke my thighs, pushing my dress up higher on my legs before worming it's way to the zipper on the back and taking the fabric off me.

Coarse hands rip my bra off me, massaging and playing with my chest while the man's mouth kisses down my jaw, hitting my neck and make its way to my breasts. He sucks them hard, occasionally biting. One of his hands moves down, the thumb stroking me through my underwear.

"Mm," I quietly moan as he pushes the underwear off to the side and slides in two fingers. He pumps in and out before inserting another finger until he's almost fisting me.

His tempo picks up speed, his hand thrusting in and out of me. Using his other hand, he rubs the spot on my clit, causing me to immediately get a knot in my stomach and my moans to get louder.

About a minute later, he pulls his hand out and undressed himself completely. He slides my own underwear off too.

Laying himself down, he pulls me up in his lap, placing me on top of him. Hand in my hair, he forces my head down on his dick, which was currently throbbing. It was smaller than the males that I've seen, making me internally scoff.

The man's other hand sneaks around my back, fingering me once again. When I moan, he slams my mouth down on his dick, choking me.

"Ah, yes, baby. Choke on me harder."

I bob my head up and down, taking in all of him every single time. He begins to grind against my face, getting his balls to scratch my chin.

Before I could go down again, he rips himself out of me, throwing me on the bed and lining himself up. Within seconds, his dick enters me. Hardly even reaching my walls, I'm not as satisfied as I was with the other guys. However, he still makes me manage to moan when he rubs his thumb against that spot on my clit.

My moaning gets louder as he goes faster on thrusting and rubbing. My legs buck, causing me to shake. I moan loudly, the knot in my stomach begging for release.

"(Y/n)!" I hear my name being screamed, but I'm getting more tired than before. My eyes are completely closed and I don't recognize the voice. I just want to sleep...

"You bastard! I'll kill you, Mike!"

Mike?

As in...Mike Mike?

I pass out.