the orgy's

I'm getting ready for a New Years party. Theme is formal. Ran by Blair. But it's her party so I guess. My dad has found a girlfriend which is explaining a lot. Marcelo is in my room. I don't want to ask how he got in but he wants to take me somewhere. I don't know what's going on. Like he's trying to make up for kissing Reya. He doesn't know we're friends though. I don't want him to know yet. I don't want him to know I slept with someone two nights in a row three days ago. I don't want him to know how much I still care about him.

He wants me.

It's clear.

I just don't know why all of a sudden.

He's standing behind me.

"Is the dress nice?"

"Yeah."

"Is it nicer like this?" I take once step back and press my ass against him. He looks down , looks back at me front the mirror.

"I don't know." He's smirking. Enjoying the tease. He isn't going to touch. I know he isn't and that's what makes it fun. Even if we've crossed too many lines. He's still having so many boundaries.

"Arch Serena."

I do. He holds my hips and fake fucks me.

"Drive me insane." He steps away and goes to sit on my bed.

"I don't even really want to go."

"Then why get completely dressed?"

I shrug. "Save me a dance later?" He asks as I go and stand between his legs. His hands cautiously on the back of my thighs.

My hands place on the sides of his neck nodding. "I want you." He whispers. I stare blankly as he takes my hand into his and kisses my wrist, and slowly up my arm. He's standing back up.

My arms wrap around his neck as he kisses on my neck.

"You can have me."

"I shouldn't be able to though." He looks down at me while having his hands on my waist.

"I saw you touch yourself...you looked so good." I feel my heart stop beating as he whispers into my ear. I want to ask when but I know what he would ask 'you've done it more then that one time?'

"Then you came into my car after and acted like i brat because I didn't let you finish."

I remember.

"You were aching when I kissed you. It was wrong but fun. And I helped you finish."

I remember it perfectly.

Why admit that now? I feel the blood rise on my cheeks. It's hot and im embarrassed. He's amused and turned on. I close my eyes when he kisses me. I don't think we've kissed in a long time. I missed his lips on mine and I can tell he's missed mine. I don't want to talk anymore. I just want his hands on my skin again. My heels make me gain much more height. It's easier for him I can tell. But he's still bending down to kiss me.

He's pulling down the strings of my dress. They fall off my shoulders. I remove my arms out of them. The silk starts to slip from my skin. Until I'm naked. Only in my thong. I kick the dress away. I should feel uncomfortable. But I don't. He's the first person to see my body this way. I love every part of it. He's going slow. Until I'm being placed on the bed. He's hovering over me and I'm removing his shirt. My hands move down his chest. He stops me from reaching inside.

"I'm not going to fuck you." He states. I can feel my heart stop again.

"Then why—"

"I can do other things. Not just sleep with you."

I'm staring up at the ceiling, my lips part when his tongue glides across my nipples. Gosh he's so hot.

Sometimes I don't understand what he sees in me. But then I realize he hasn't used me for my body. Yes we've had moments but that was never the picture. I know he doesn't want me for that because if we're being honest , he could've had it the night he basically kidnapped me at the hotel.

I bite my lip as he sucks on them. Making them harder then they are. It hurts. Physically hurts wanting more.

"Please." My eyes shut when he kisses down my stomach. I can feel his eyes lingering on my face but I don't open. My legs are open for him. His fingers hook on each side of my hip and pull the fabric off. He's teasing too much. Kissing down my leg, I feel him smirking as he plays with me.

Until he actually plays with me. My eyes open when his tongue pressed against me. My chest is rising and falling as he starts to eat me out. My brows furrow and my hand is in his hair. My other hand is gripping the corner of the pillow my heads on.

His hands are gripping my thighs keeping them parted and up. I look to my side. I glimpse myself in the mirror. His head between my legs. I look...hot. He looks..hot.

The heat rises all over my body watching him taste me. My breathing is heavy and my back arched off the bed.

Marcelo POV

She's watching herself. Fuck there's so much I want to do to her. But I don't even want to talk. Her legs close slightly as I suck on her clit. She's biting her lip hard and her eyes are watery.

Her hand moves from her pillow to her tits. My hands are leaving marks on her skin. I know it's hurting her but it's hurting me too. My dick is fucking aching and this is why I didn't want to get too physical with her.

"Oh my...marcel fuck!"

Her hand is gripping my hair more. Her hips have moved up for more. So I give her more. Her chest is rising and falling like never before and I know she's close.

Her back arches off the bed further, i part her legs as she tries to close them. Her legs shake and her eyes are screwed shut. It takes her a moment before becoming relaxed again.

I kiss her lower stomach before kissing her lips. I move some hair from her face. Her hands are cupping my face and she's smiling so hard with every kiss. I hope she thinks of this moment and realizes I can only do it to her.

Her makeup has slightly become a mess. But it makes her look even better. She's completely naked. But she has to go. I get off of her and sit on the edge of her bed."you're already late enough." I remind her of her plans. I can feel her rolling her eyes. She's shifting on the bed. I hear her heels clicking till she's in front of me with my shirt on.

She's wearing it on purpose. I have nothing else to wear right now. Which is what she wants because she's getting in her knees. Her tits are still hard beneath the black fabric.

I should stop her.

She doesn't take no or stop for an answer.

I hate how she doesn't, but I'm so glad.

Serena POV

It's been two hours. The after party has surely staffed. My phone has been blown up and my dad is working a full night shift. I'm still awake and I think he can sense that. We're both laying on our sides. Both only half naked this time.

We showered together. I thought it would be scary. But I've figured out none of this stuff is scary with him. Now I'm overthinking it. My back is pressed against his chest. It's cold but his body heat is helping. His hand is trailing over my skin.

I huff and change positions. Changing sides so I can look at him. He lays on his back and makes my head lay on his chest. I smile as he plays with my hair. My fingers trace over the ink. It's dark but I think I've memorized where his tattoos are exactly placed are. He's seen every inch of me. I've memorized every inch of him.

"I missed you." He places his hand on the side of my face and tilts my head up so I'm looking at him.

I pull my head up and kiss him. I'm placing my hands on the sides of his face kissing him. Because I don't know when I'm going to be able to kiss him again. I don't know if he will regret it in the morning. If he will tell me another sorry and how wrong it is.

"Me too." I smile. I wish it were like this everyday. So simple and easy. Like I shouldn't hate him for anything. Like he hasn't done so much wrong. Like I haven't been so guilty. I wish he can feel how happy I am. Right now. Kissing him. Letting his hands trail down my body again.

Yet I should've known things don't last with him.

I went from his touch to Andre's. Within two hours I was with Andre. Fucking him on New Years. Giving him a New Year's Eve kiss.