LXIV
"Oh, my God, this place is huge." I exhale in awe as I stand in front of a modern looking club with the boys, Axel's hard grip around my waist. Oscar decided that there's only one way to end a perfect birthday and that is to get drunk in a club. I can't really say that I agree.
I didn't want to bring down his excitement, though, so I agreed and even let him pick the dress for me in a shop near their house. It was a tight, red dress, with thin straps. It was simple, just slightly too short for my liking.
"We're gonna have so much fun! First round's on me!"
And with that, we get inside. There's no queue because we're early, it's only twilight outside, not complete darkness yet. Inside there are about 30 people, most of them still sitting, but about ten of them are on the dance floor. We sit down behind one table and Oscar orders a round of Cola-Whiskey. I welcome the sweet drink and we quickly order a second round.
The night is amazing; we laugh and I even manage to get Axel to dance - only because I'd threatened to go alone if he doesn't come with me. We also drink quite a lot, but I stop at my third drink because I don't want to get too drunk.
When it's eleven PM, I feel like I've had enough and tell Oscar I'm gonna go out in fresh air for a bit, then grab Axel's hand in mine and drag us toward the exit, still breathing heavily from the dancing and laughing.
"It's night time." I tell him, pulling him away from the crowd. He's had much more to drink but he doesn't seem intoxicated at all.
"Yeah, no shit, Soph." he laughs at my face. "How much Whiskey did you have back there again?"
I slap his shoulder. "You know that's not what I mean! Where's my note? Where's the next part of your romantic poem, my romantic lover?" I try to sound seductive but judging his grin, it's not working.
"Romantic lover? Did you just call me your romantic lover?" he asks. "That was a horrible attempt at trying to charm my ass off, Sophie."
I roll my eyes. "I wasn't even trying." Wrapping my arms around his waist, I lean closer. "However, if you want to see how charming I can really be-" I slip my hands lower to the waistband of his increadibly hot boxers on his incredibly hot body.I've never wanted him like this before."I can show you." I end and gently grip his crotch over his pants, sucking on his earlobe. He gasps and tightly grabs my hand on his crotch, pulling it away.
"Where's my innocent little girl?" he asks and watches me biting my lip.
"She wants your dick." I tell him and his eyes widen, but he pulls me along the beach, even further from the crowd.
"I should really slap ypur pretty fucking ass for that." he murmurs and I grin.
"Oh yeah, daddy?"
He stops, clearly affected by the nickname. "Don't call me that."
"Okay, daddy. I'll be your good girl." I bring his finger to my mouth and suck on it.
I don't even care how I look right now, I just know that I want him really, really bad.
"Where the fuck did you even learn those things?" he asks, grabbing my hand which was too low again. Frown covers his attractive face and I pout when he doesn't let me touch his muscled torso.
"Well, duh. I have internet." I explain, annoyed with him. He should just shut up and let me touch him.
"You watch porn?" he gapes, shocked look on his face and I grimace.
"No, those things aren't really for me." I tell him and take his curls in my hands, tugging on them. His lips look so inviting and soft and I can't help but lean closer.
"Oh, I know what you mean. You've been reading some bad things, haven't you. Fuck, I really didn't think you had it in you." he tells me and I smirk before pressing my lips against his, greedily taking in the sweet flavour and claming them as mine.
When I wrap my lips around his bottom one and suck, he groans and takes his dominance, wrapping his hands around me and lifting me up, so I that I wrap my legs around his waist and tug on his curls with as much power as possible at my moment of weakness.
He pries my lips open with his teeth and claims my mouth with his smooth tongue, and it's a feeling I don't ever want to forget.
Laughing in the distance pulls us apart and Axel frowns and lets me down on the ground again, pulling me away in the dark night. Stars are littered all over the night sky and it takes me back to the night we went star gazing.
"Come on, Axel, give me the note already." I beg him, reminded of his poems.
He laughs. "Impatient much?"
I quickly nod and watch him reach in the pocket of his tight black jeans he always wears and pulls out the piece of paper I have become quite familiar with.
I snatch it from him and begin to read.
And her heart had looked much further,
Than her eyes had ever seen,
She'd walked on words to places,
Her two feet had never been
Turning it around, I grin.
Your favourite person
"I'm assuming you mean my mother with this?" I ask and he lifts his brow.
"Excuse me? I do all of this and you won't even admit that I'm your favourite person?" he acts offended.
"Well, you know, my favourite person would be someone a bit nicer..."
"Gee, thanks." he rolls his eyes and I pull him by his collar towards me.
"Just kidding." I whisper and peck his lips. "Now, where is it?"
He raises his brow for a second and smirks. Somehow I already know where he put it.