I… Okay, I guess.
Isaac gladly helped with the removal of the denim, lifting himself up slightly as he helped force them off. He shook his ankles quickly, eager to throw them to the side and soon enough he did. He wasn’t sure how far Peyton was going to let this go but he hoped it didn’t stop here. As her hand danced it’s way down to the bulge beneath his boxers, he winced at the teasing feeling. He wanted it. Her actions had clearly answered his thought and he was overly joyed to know things weren’t slowing down. He lifted a hand, sliding it up her toned stomach until he reached her breast where he cupped for a moment before gently giving it a squeeze. His lips continuing to smack anxiously against hers. He let out a small moan against the girl’s alcohol flavored lips, his pelvis moving upward stiffly against her hand.
Feeling his hand slide up her stomach, followed by him cupping her breast caused her to bite down on her bottom lip. Every small touch was enough to turn her on even more. Her slender fingers found the waistband of his boxers and she slowly began dragging them down. Everything he did let her know that he wanted this too, which was enough for her to keep pushing it further. Having too much fun teasing him, she wrapped her hand around his shaft before moving it up and down at a painfully slow pace. She let her tongue glide along his bottom lip before she took his lip in her teeth, tugging at it gently.
A grin passed over his face as Peyton tossed her shirt aside, he admired her body in an instant as her lips met with his again. His erection could easily be felt trough his pants now but he didn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed. He settled his hands on her waist where he pulled her closer, intensifying their kiss. It wasn’t long, in fact only mere minutes before he pulled his short of his head of curls and dropped it to the floor, resuming the the kiss in which his lips craved. His left hand found its way down to the button on her denim bottoms, quickly undoing it and sliding the zipper down. He pulled away for a few seconds and he stripped them from her, his short quick breaths blowing onto her neck before their lips let again. His tongue played with hers once more as he occasionally nibbled on her bottom lip.
Peyton shimmied out of her jeans as he undid them and began tugging them off. She didn’t want to think about what they were doing, just because of the fact that no matter how potentially stupid it was, it felt right. She unsuccessfully tried to keep her breathing as even as possible, letting out short breaths. As he brought his lips back to hers she let her hand move down to the button of his jeans. After fumbling with it for a moment she finally undid it, unzipping and attempting to tug his pants off. Not breaking the kiss, she ran her hand down his obvious erection over his boxers, a small smirk forming on her lips.
You misspelled my name. And Isaac’s.
Isaac massaged her tongue gently with his own, his eyes shut as his lips continued to hungrily press against hers. Isaac didn’t bother trying to hold back the moan that so desperately broke from his lips as her hips pushed against him. The movement sent a jolt into him and his hard on was undoubtedly on its way. Isaac pushed her back gently, sitting up as his hands gripped the bottom of her thighs. He lifted her up, standing up himself though he held her tightly against him. He didn’t have to open his eyes to know where he was going, he felt his pelvis press against hers instinctively as he backed up onto her bed, pulling her on top of him as he lay back.
As he picked her up and began moving them back onto the bed she kept her lips against his, not wanting to break the heated kiss. Moving her hands to the hem of her shirt, she pulled away from the kiss for a moment to lift it over her head before tossing it to the ground carelessly. The girl didn’t waste any time bringing her lips back to his urgently, her tongue meeting his again as the kiss deepened. Pressing her body even closer to his, she tried not to grind her hips against him like she desperately wanted to.
Isaac smiled into the kiss as she straddled him, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted his head a bit, his lips still crashing against Peyton’s. He slid his tongue between the crack of her lips, nudging hers with his own. He was only testing his boundaries at the moment, his sliding from her hips to her thighs before returning comfortably. One thing was for sure, this was a fun night. Twisted, alcohol AND making out? Isaac couldn’t ask for more, really. Between the kisses, Isaac could feel the tiny breaths Peyton let out and somehow they sent shivers down his spine. Like what they were doing was good for the both of them.
Peyton didn’t object in the least as she felt his tongue press against her own, opening her mouth a bit and allowing him easier access. She could feel his hands moving from her hips to her thighs and didn’t mind at all. Everything about being close to someone like this made her feel better, despite how stupid it might be. And from what she could see, he didn’t mind it so much either. Keeping her lips moving in sync with his, she rolled her hips slightly against him, the feeling causing a breathy moan to pass her lips.
Isaac watched as she slowly moved in, his eyes following hers until they were completely shut. As Peyton’s lips touched his, he wasn’t sure what to make of it. Sure, Isaac was never one to argue with a good thing, but there was something off with all the question and the no reasons and now a kiss. He simply shrugged it off in his head though, his lips pressing back against hers as his arm’s grip tightened on her waist. He hunched over her, pulling back for a second before pressing his lips back to hers. He could feel that she was no longer tense, she was as light as a feather and relaxed like he was. His thumb stroked against her hip as his lips continued to brush hers, deepening the kiss like he did so well.
As he moved to lean over her, she let her back press flat against the floor, fingers moving to tangle in his curls. All of the thoughts that had previously been running through her head had vanished and all she was focused on was his lips against hers. She could taste the alcohol on his lips and it was almost comforting in a way. It reminded her that it wasn’t anything serious, and she could be relaxed for once. Slowly she pushed herself off of the ground, being careful not to break the kiss as she moved him onto his back. Climbing on top of him, she pulled away for a moment to push her hair out of her face before bringing her lips back to his.
