Her House, My Rules

Chapter 31

"I think I've heard enough." I glanced at my phone to check the time. "It's late, I'm leaving and you should too." I was worried about her safety. The party was still alive for some people but I just didn't like the vibe anymore. I wanted to go home, Hazel ruined my mood and I really wanted to rest and stay away from her.

Hazel was contagious. Her chemicals were spreading inside my head.

I wanted to leave as soon as possible. I headed to my car with a sudden rush.

"I don't have a ride," Hazel explained. "My friend left and I don't really know anyone inside."

"Not my problem!" I replied, firmly. "I'm not your boyfriend." I entered my car as she followed my steps and got in the passenger seat. We sat side by side as I turned the AC on full blast.

"Can you drop me home?" She asked, nicely. "Please." She sighed. "You don't have to talk to me. I just need a ride. I'll keep quiet." She offered a deal.

"Put on your seatbelt." I started the engine as I attached mine against my body. "Safety first, ma'am." My sentence demonstrated my true intentions towards her.

"Fine." She obeyed. "Can I ask you a question?" Her request made me uncomfortable. I wasn't ready to answer her questions.

"No," I said, sternly. "Keep it to yourself." I turned on the radio and turn the volume up.

(Ed Sheeran Ft Justin Bieber - I don't care) Playing.

Nice song.

I did want to listen to you, Hazel. I really did but your voice was just one of my weaknesses. I just didn't want to take that risk, I didn't want to rip your tight dress off and make love to you in the back seat of my car. I didn't want to envelop my lips between your wet tongue. I had to find a way to shut you up. Your wonderful perfume was already calling my nose out.

It was hard to focus on the road.

Imagine you're next to someone you really like and silence is taking over. You can't touch, kiss or make love to the person even though you want it so badly.

It was killing me inside but I was doing the right thing by giving her the silent treatment. Her body was just so perfect, she looked so good, she smelled like fresh strawberry. Her boobs were flirting with my dangerous eyes from time to time.

I wonder if she's wearing underwear under her tight green dress... Are you, Hazel?

Look at you, your beauty taste like a dessert of chocolate mousse. My lips are yearning your warm naked skin with an urgent appetite.

I'm craving you so badly, God damn.

O' Holy Paradise... I can't control this hunger under my skin, this thirst between my windpipe.

I was horny just by thinking about her. How intimidating?

The things I want to do to you in this car... The deep moans I want to hear from you, Hazel...

My mind is begging you...

Invite me inside your holy church so I can learn how to make your body sin in different ways between my dirty fingers.

"Thank you so much for the ride." I parked in front of her house. Nobody was home. "That was quick." She unattached the seatbelt from her body, slowly.

Please Invite me in... Invite me in... Please...

Let me taste you one more time... 

"I didn't have a choice," Oh yes, I did. "Have a great night, Hazel." Trust me, I regretted every single word.

What's wrong with me? Why am I wishing her to sleep well when I want to taste her for dinner?