Shut Your Mouth and Get Down on the Floor

He led me into the hotel room, my drunken stagger making me hit the wall a bit. I giggled wildly and held onto him.

“So, what are we going to do up here?” I said, running a finger down the length of his shirt.

He didn’t say a word. Instead, he smiled, pressed his lips to mine, and pulled me over to the bed. He pushed me back and fell on top of me, his hands pulling up my shirt. I did the same to him. We disconnected for a moment to pull the shirts over our heads, but quickly resumed kissing, his hands skilled and quick as he pulled my necklace off and tossed it aside.

Oh God did he feel nice. He wasn’t too muscly, but just enough to feel so good against my skin.

I was drunk still-of course I was. If I had been sober I wouldn’t have ever been in a bed with Gabe Saporta…

He pulled at the button and zipper on my purple skinnies and made a very big show of pulling them off. I couldn’t help but laugh at his face. He looked like a magician.

He stood up and started to take off his jeans. Out of all the thoughts that could have traveled through my mind, the one that did was ‘Gee, he has nice boxers on. Too bad I’m going to have to take them off.’

I looked down at my wrists and realized I still had my bracelets on. I pulled them off and tossed them by my necklace. He got his pants off, then looked at me.

I crossed my legs and leaned back a bit, giving him a seductive look. “Well?”

That was all the motivation he needed. He crawled on top of me again, kissing every square inch of skin he could reach. He started to pull down my underwear and at that point I couldn’t help but wonder why he left my bra on.

No big deal, I guess.

He was biting down slightly on my neck, his wet lips sucking on my skin.

“Gabe…” I sighed.

“Yeah?” he asked, his hands pressing down against my waist.

I think at the point I came to my senses. But only for a second. As his fingers roamed my body and I looked at his adorable face I just couldn’t stop this.

“Nothing baby I just want you.”

He smiled and kissed my lips gently.

I yanked down his boxers and bit back a smile when I saw what I was working with. Call me pervy, I could really care less.

He got my underwear off and kissed me again. I pressed my hips into his and started to grind into him. I heard a groan form in the base of his throat.

I stopped what I was doing and smirked at him. “What are you waiting for? Take me.”

That was enough of a sentiment for him. He smiled devilishly, and started to enter me, but only slightly, pulling out before he got too much into me. He was torturing me, I knew that. I wouldn’t let him though.

He would start to enter me, and when he did, I would press my hips up, making him go farther into me. He smiled at me and stopped all movement, like saying to me, “Um, hello, I am running this show!”

I stopped moving like his face demanded and he continued again, attaching his mouth to mine. I ran my hands down his back, moaning loudly and digging my nails into his skin.

He continued to pump into me until he hit that spot inside me. I gasped out and bent my head backwards, moaning. “Oh, god, right there,” I said, slamming my hand down on the bed beneath us.

“Really? Here?” He barely went inside me this time. A teasing smirk was on his face, which was inches from mine.

“Please,” I begged out, wanting to feel that pleasure again.

“Or here?” he went just barely farther than the last time.

“I’m begging you!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, thrusting into my spot again. It just hurt so fucking good.

I gasped again. Erratic desire and immeasurable need melted into me with every pump. I hooked my leg around his waist and held onto his shoulders, moaning like a whore the entire time.

“Mm, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I pleaded, panting, that knot in my stomach growing thicker.

His mouth was at my throat, biting and sucking occasionally. His mouth then went to my ear. He was whispering things to me, little sexy things and moans of desperation, taking me for all I was worth.

If only he knew. God was this even legal?!

“Oh god…” I said, closing my eyes. I was so close…

“Come one, baby, hold it just a bit longer, a little bit longer.”

“I can’t…” I managed to say, trying as hard as I could too.

“Yes you can, just stay with me for a bit longer…”

I tried really hard. I honestly don’t think I’ve tried to do anything as hard in my life. But eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I yelled out harshly, feeling him orgasm as well. I panted out and went limp on the bed. He pulled out and rolled to my side, smiling and breathing heavily.

“Well?” he asked, still smiling.

I rolled my eyes. “As if I need to tell you how amazing that was.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around my still-panting body. I leaned my head on his shoulder and felt my eyes close, his warm, soothing breath against my neck.
It’s a drunken midnight on the streets,
brightly dusted with a neon light.
We duck behind the corner store,
smoke your smokes while I keep
a watchful eye.
Right here, right now.
I hope before the night is through
one fumbled touch will finally hit the spot.
You’ve got everything going for you,
so I’ll go for you with everything I got.
RIght here, the best days of our lives.
Is this coincidence or a sign?

Is there anything I missed?
Is there anything I missed?
Tell me if I’m wrong,
but why would we change a thing?

When the morning light fights through the cracks
cascading across the bed, and you are mine.
When your parents start to wake for work,
between the sheets, I’ll keep a watchful eye.
Right here, the best days of our lives.
Is this coincidence or a sign?

When we met I was on my back.
I swear we spent most afternoons
somewhere in the act.
We were part of something ours,
and ours alone.
Anywhere was home.
We’re almost here again.
We’re almost here again.
We’re almost here again.
Right here, right now.