Like He Did (18+)

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Picture above is of the main character, Aurora. She goes by the nickname Rora and the novel will be from her point of view, unless specified otherwise. Enjoy!:)

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More alcohol. More fucking alcohol.

I fumbled through the crowd of sweaty bodies, fighting my way towards the keg. My cup had been empty for quite a while now and my sobriety became more apparent as the night pushed foreword. I came here for a distraction and yet, I felt completely the opposite. I felt just as shitty as I had for the past few nights.

I filled my cup up and chugged it down, savoring the cold, refreshing taste of cheap beer. It was obvious that whoever supplied the alcohol went for whatever was best for their wallet, not the crowd's enjoyment. Probably Busch or Keystone honestly. I immediately reached down to refill my cup but it was quickly snatched from my hands.

"Slow it down baaaby," I spun around, making eye contact with none other than my clearly wasted boyfriend, Justin. He smiled lazily down at my petite frame, his eyes drifting straight to my cleavage which was on full display in the low cut shirt I was wearing.

"Justin, I came here to get completely fucking wrecked." I grabbed the cup out of his hand, "and, I am not even buzzed yet."

"I could wreck you without any alcohol involved." His arms encircled my slender waist, forcefully pulling me flush against his damp body. His lips lazily attacked my neck, leaving sloppy, wet kisses as he trailed up to my ear, "let's ditch the party and go back to my place. I'll wreck you real good, lil mama." His mouth reeked of vodka and his senses were clearly impaired as I felt the slobber mixed with what was left of my foundation slide down my neck.

I pushed away hesitantly, not even slightly in the mood for what he had in mind, "but your parents are home."

He laughed lowly, increasing his grip on my body as he pulled me back into his damp chest, "and when has that stopped us before? I know that shit actually turns you on, you little vixen."

Sensing my defeat in this argument, I changed the subject in hopes that his intoxicated mess of a head wouldn't think anything of it, "how about we dance for a bit?"

His smile only increased and his eyes lit up as he anxiously grabbed my hand and began to lead me into the mess of bodies. I had been going to the same tiny school district my entire life so it wasn't difficult to pick out almost everyone in the crowd. We stumbled through the disarray, eventually finding a spot suitable for us both. He immediately spun me around and began to grind on my ass. My skirt was already too short and I could feel it riding up even more as he moved roughly against my curved body. I glanced down, thankful I decided on not going commando as my black lace underwear was clearly on display for everyone to see. Anxiously looking around, I noticed everyone was too busy in their own worlds to even notice me so I just ignored my concern and forced myself to concentrate on the music and the intoxicated boy behind me. I lost myself in the music, matching the rhythm with my body, which he clumsily tried to duplicate. I had always been considered quite a good dancer, and in times like this, I really loved to show it off.

My hips went in perfect circles matching the beat, grinding teasingly slow and then slightly faster as the beat dropped to a faster pace. I bent forward, putting my hands on my knees and began to twerk on his hardening member. His hands reached around me, briefly landing on my hips to give them a quick squeeze before migrating south, straight to to my underwear. He was too drunk to realize what he was doing in public, and honestly I was just too into the music to care.

He pressed his entire palm on my pussy and rubbed me slowly, before pushing my panties aside and shoving two fingers straight into me. I yelped with surprise, mixed with a wave of pain at the lack of foreplay. He moved in and out abruptly, not giving me a chance to adjust. It didn't feel good, but honestly, I wasn't surprised. We were never in sync and everything we did together felt more like it was forced.

"You like that baby?" he seductively whispered in my ear. I didn't say anything as I let his fingers continue their painful maneuvering. I began to breathe heavier, just as I had practiced.  I moaned his name once, twice, three times and then leaned back into him, as if my legs were too shaky to keep myself up; I was good at faking orgasms by now. He immediately slid his fingers out as I yanked my skirt back down to its original spot. I shifted my gaze upwards, quickly scanning the crowd to assure nobody had seen what had just occurred. Every one's eyes were still averted to their own time, not even noticing my own, except for one dark pair of eyes. I felt my knees actually grow shaky for real this time and Justin's arms reassuringly steadied me.

"Are you okay?" I glanced at him, nodding and then hurried my eyes back to where the stranger once stood, but he was gone now, lost in the mess of people.