A night to remember (xxx)

The house was full of people dancing, conversing, flirting and drinking. The person owning the house had even hired a DJ that was playing in the largest room. This was the party that nobody wanted to miss, so as the party progressed more uninvited guests started to arrive. Dean knew the guy who owned the house, so he had been here a while to help him get the house ready, in return for getting a bed to sleep in when the party was over.
He went over to the bar area to mix a gin and tonic and turned around to scan the room for people to talk to. He wasn’t the type of person who always hung around with his friends, so he often sought the company of someone new. His eyes stopped to look at a beautiful girl who was standing by herself - which usually meant it wouldn’t take long for a guy to approach her. He was no exception. ”Well, here I am. What were you other two wishes?” he asked in a serious tone. It was always fun to use pick-up lines, rather than the usual ‘hi’. Girls reacted differently to them, but he rarely got rejected. “I’m Dean,” he introduced himself and a smile started to show on his face as he checked her body out. He had seen her at parties before, so it was only a matter of time before he would introduce himself. He had heard some of the guys talking about her earlier and based on their description, she was the girl to see if you were looking for a good time. He didn’t know what it was about him and feeling attracted to vampires. Maybe he was trying to rebel against his father or maybe there was just something sexy about a bad girl. Either way, he was in search of some real fun and she might just be his best bet.

She didn’t fall for his line. In fact, she said nothing to it, which was a new reaction. She clearly knew Aaron, but he just responded with a slight nod. “Yeah. Are you good friends?” he asked. Out of all the people that could’ve ended up being Dean’s roommate, he was lucky to have gotten Aaron. He was refreshing to be around, since he was more quiet and down to earth as opposed to Dean being talkative and crazy. “He’s great,” he said and looked down at her hand as she put it out with the back of the hand facing up instead of sideways. He’s never kissed a woman’s hand as it seemed awfully old-fashioned, but he was curious to get to know her, so he gently lifted her hand as he leaned down to kiss it. “Alright, Belle,” he said teasingly, since that was the one nickname she didn’t mention. “Why Red?” he quickly asked. Sometimes people had funny stories about their nicknames and sometimes they were completely random.

He looked around at the people as she asked him a question. “Definitely both. I suffer from low grades and a broken heart,” he said with a slight sigh but his expression didn't show any sadness. The alcohol was to blame because all he wanted to do was forget the past and live in the moment. He took a sip of his drink. He was already drunk, but he was still far away from getting too much. Primarily thanks to the many weekends of drinking. He turned his attention to her as she wanted to make a bet. “Sure, but you might want to step up your game,” he said with a slight smirk. It was easy to get free alcohol at a party like this. He could make way better bets or dares, but maybe it was best to save for later. He couldn’t help but laugh as she hit a guy in the face with her cup. “That was hilarious,” he laughed and looked at Iza. He watched her walk towards the bar and finished his drink, so he’d be ready for another one. For fun’s sake he tried to hit the trash can again, only to hit the same guy in the back instead. “SERIOUSLY, DUDE?!” he said this time, obviously not thinking it was as fun the second time. “My bad!” he apologized and quickly went over to throw the cup out. He knew that a maid was coming at some point tomorrow but also that he had to help clean up the worst mess. Izabelle caught his eye and he smiled at her dancing, as he walked towards her to take his drink. He quickly grabbed her hand, to walk into the room that was cleared out for dancing. He took a sip of his drink, and frowned slightly to the high concentration of rum. "Are you trying to get me wasted?" he asked with a smile, before he moved his body to the music and danced. Her body moved so perfectly to every word and he already guessed that she practiced dance at the academy. “Are you a second year student?” he asked since he knew that he hadn't seen her in any of his classes.

He agreed with Aaron being a musical genius. After all he had taught Dean to play a little guitar, which was an accomplishment if any. "I know right," he smiled. She couldn't be that bad if she had found a friend in Aaron.
He didn’t know how to react to her comment about slitting his throat, though he didn’t know what could possible be so bad about calling her Belle. “Yes ma’am,” he said like a soldier but quickly smiled back at her. It made sense that her hair color was a reason, so he didn’t think further about it. As she leaned closer to his ear and mentioned another reason, his eyes opened wider and he almost choked on his drink. He barely heard anything she said thereafter, as his mind had wandered off to think about sex with her. For that reason, he just nodded the moment her pretty mouth closed.

Eventually he changed his train of thought as he tried to hit the trash can with his cup, and soon they were out on the dance floor together. He raised his brow at her impressive drinking skills. It was rare that any girl her age would drink anything but sweet drinks and sometimes beer. He moved his left hand around her waist, while his right hand held his drink, as they danced. He laughed at her remark. “Me too. But then I remember that I already ran away,” he said with a slight shrug. “I’m originally from Spain,” he explained. Studying was his only ticket out into making a life of his own and not returning to his father. “Then psychology is the only subject we have in common. What do you like about astrology?” he then asked. He didn’t know many people who had this class. Dance and music were easier to understand. He pressed her a bit closer to him, as he felt her touch his body. Which only made him crave more. “I also take biology, chemistry and sports. Have you watched our team play?” it was always something he encouraged people to do, especially seeing he was the co-captain of the football team. “Even if you aren’t into sports, it’s a good excuse to check out the hot guys on the team,” he pointed out and winked at her. Obviously hinting at himself as one of the hot guys.

Dean had only been to Madrid once as a tourist. Unfortunately, his father didn’t share the same interest in travelling as Dean. “You’re lucky. The first time I traveled outside of Spain was to study here,” he said and took another sip of his rum and coke. As they were talking about the subjects, he listened to her talk about astrology. He hadn’t given it much thought himself, but ever since he had learned about the other creatures, time travel and dimensions, it seemed only natural that there was a deeper meaning to the universe and one’s birth. “Then I challenge you to guess mine by the end of tonight,” he challenged her. He didn’t know if that was enough time to guess his zodiac correctly, but it would be fun to hear what she thought.
“Smart, beautiful and a great dancer. You’re a woman of many qualities,” he said with a charming smile and was quite impressed by her accomplishments. He probably needed help as his low grades were an issue in all subjects. “I really need help with studying. Are you free on Sunday?” he asked frankly. It would be hard not to get distracted by her on a study date, but he was willing to give it a shot. Besides he really needed to improve his grades before his father knew about them. “Well you know, we could always use more cheerleaders to boost the team spirit,” he said as he imagined her in a cheerleader outfit. Team morale and motivation was the main reason he wanted people to come and watch their games.
Her comment surprised him, but he decided to play along. “Was it that obvious?” he asked. He didn’t mind the thought of it, though he wouldn’t care if she came either way. He drank more of the strong liquid and embraced the intoxication. As she leaned closer to his face, he forgot how to breathe and just stared into her dark brown eyes. He almost made a move, until she said she was going to get some fresh air. When she let go of him, he shivered ever so slightly before he followed her outside. He probably needed the fresh air more than her, seeing that she had made him feel a lot warmer. He leaned up against the house wall next to her and took a deep breath of fresh air. He looked up at the sky to see what stage the moon was in, before he looked at Izabelle holding a joint between her fingers. He accepted her offer and placed the joint between his own lips for an inhale. It wasn’t the first time he had tried it. There was always somebody who had brought something like a joint to a party like this. When he was done he handed the joint back to her. “I can be whatever you want me to,” he said with a wink and looked at Izabelle. Most people would probably consider him a good guy, but he had a rebellious side, so he wasn’t sure his father would agree.

It made him happy that she had time on Sunday. Psychology had turned out to be an interesting subject and his low grades were mostly due to his lack of motivation for studying. Izabelle might just be the motivation he needed. “All mine, you say?” he liked that, even if it was just for a moment. “Great, it’s a date then,” he said. He could always get her number later to plan the circumstances further.

He hadn’t meant it that literally, more as a joking comment about her turning a good guy into a bad one. Even though a joint wasn’t all that bad, considering the bad guys he had run in to lately. He wouldn’t change his personality around her, as he wasn’t the greatest actor. “Trust me. I couldn’t give a convincing act even if my life depended on it,” he chuckled and shook his head. He knew he was a terrible liar.
Her next question changed his facial expression. He didn’t want to think about it too much, but he still wanted to give her a genuine answer. As he thought about what to say, she started to talk, and he just listened. Her reason for breaking up with her girlfriend was understandable. He couldn’t tell if she loved her or not, as she used the phrase: ‘friends with benefits’, but he wasn’t going to use his ability on her to figure it out. His own feelings were probably an even bigger mess than hers. He looked down at her, as she handed the joint once again. He inhaled it and enjoyed the way it made him calm his nerves and relax, even around an exciting woman as Izabelle.
He had no doubt about the girl who broke his heart the worst. “My first love cheated on me after two years of being together, so I broke up with her in February,” he said with a sigh as he looked straight in front of him. “Since then I haven’t had any luck in my love life. One girl I liked was in love with someone else and a third girl left as quickly as she had come into my life,” he explained, as he thought of the girls he had felt anything romantic towards. “Something tells me I’m not meant to be in a relationship,” he said and looked back at her with a gentle smile. He wasn’t going to let his heartbreak get to him, after all he didn’t want anything other than get past it. “I yet have a lot to learn about love,” he concluded. She thought she knew what love was, but to him it was still complicated and mysterious. He didn’t get a chance to see what kind of love his own parents had, but that didn’t stop him from believing in true love anyway.

He looked down at her hand when it touched his chest. He felt his heart beat slightly faster as she moved closer and looked into her eyes. He got rid of the joint and grabbed her hips, to push her up against the wall, before he moved his hands up against the side of her cold skin and kissed her lips so tenderly. All he knew was that he had lust for a woman like her. “I couldn’t wait until my sports event,” he whispered against her lips, referring to her earlier comment. “Sweet Belle,” he said teasingly and admired her facial features. He quickly grabbed her hands to push them up against the wall behind her, so she wouldn’t be able to harm him, as she had implied earlier.

He considered her words but liked to interpret the saying differently. He didn’t seek attention, nor did he let anyone try to control his life, although he wasn’t really sure how she meant it. He was too drunk. He had passed the point of being able to think so hard about anything, so he just let the thought go. She agreed that relationships were hard, and he wondered how it was possible for people to stay together for a lifetime.

She sure as hell wasn’t kidding earlier, as he felt the push against his chest. He just stood there unable to move as he stared at her leave him. He sighed at the sudden change, but wasn’t going to let her ruin his mood. He wondered why she was so against being called beautiful and attractive, as the name Belle meant. She must've had a very bad experience with the word. If he wasn’t such a drunk fool, he might’ve just shut his mouth and not mentioned it a second time.
He went back inside and got a quick glance of Izabelle but he wasn’t going to chase her. “Are you alright, Dean?” a guy approached him and had obviously noticed his different expression. “Yeah. I’m fine,” he said without much convincing. “Sign me up for a battle of beer pong. I just need to take a piss first,” he then said and looked towards the beer pong table. He needed to do something to stop thinking about the vampire. The guy nodded, and he passed him to reach the hallway. The first guest toilet was occupied, so he went further into the house to the second bathroom. As he was done in the bathroom, he seemed to hear Iza’s voice saying 'don’t' through the wall to the room beside of him. He quickly opened the door, as he noticed a guy crawl up on top of her. He noticed how gone Iza seemed to be and the fury burned inside of him, as he realized what Derek had done. He stormed towards him with anger in his eyes and threw him off to the ground before he grabbed his collar to raise him up and hit his face a couple of times. “Get the fuck out of this house, before I call the police!” he yelled and gave him a hard push towards the door. He was going to let everybody know about his drink spiking, but for now he had to make sure Iza was okay. When Derek was out, he quickly rushed to Iza in the bed and moved the covers over her naked body. “It’ll be okay,” he said in a much calmer tone and brushed her red hair away from her face. He had no idea of what drug he had used but he could only hope for the best. He got up to go out into the bathroom and found a bucket, in case she was feeling sick and needed to throw up. It was probably for the best if she did. It might make her recover quicker. Regardless of how she was feeling, he wasn’t going to leave her side. He closed the door to the room as he put the bucket down by the side of the bed and looked at her with worrying eyes. “Can you tell me how you’re feeling?” he asked. “Is there anyone of your close friends, you want me to get?” he knew that he might be the last person she wanted there, seeing how she rejected him earlier. But no matter what she needed someone there.

He nodded as she stated the obvious, but he was just happy that she had responded him and was conscious. He somewhat understood her request, but he would’ve probably not cared as he assumed any of his close friends wouldn’t judge him. Especially not considering the circumstances of the situation. She took his hand, and he felt her confusion in why he helped her. "I would never stand by and do nothing. Especially not when he was about to fucking rape you. Are you crazy?” he asked, clearly surprised by her confusion. He wondered what kind of jerks she was used to. There was no way he wouldn’t have stopped the rape from happening. He didn't know what to say to her harsh words about herself, but temper issues was a common trait. “I can relate to temper problems and I obviously crossed a line earlier,” he admitted as he brushed his thumb over the back of her hand. In another way he had told her, that he wasn't mad at her reacting the way she did and that he was the wrong one, for have called her by a name she hated.
He shook his head briefly at her comment, as he didn’t understand it. “I can't stand people like that,” no matter what she had done to them, he didn’t believe it could ever be so bad as deserving something like this. He looked away as she got up and let her get dressed. “Are you sure you’re fine to go? I know the guy who owns the house, so I’m sure you can stay,” he said and looked a bit around the room, before he looked back at her. That didn’t stop her from walking, so he just followed her. He grabbed his leather jacket from the entrance and put it on his arms as they walked out into the night. He wasn’t going to let her walk to the academy alone, even if that meant he was leaving his friend. He just had to text him later.

He looked at her and for the first time a smile showed up. “Don’t be silly. If I was blacked out in a bush right now, I would say it was ruined,” he said and chuckled as it could’ve easily happened. "Walking home with the hottest girl at school is a good ending to any night,” he added and looked at the road ahead of them. When they reached the academy and walked to her doorm room, he stopped and looked at her. “Are you sure you’ll be fine? I don’t mind sleeping on the floor next to you, if you still feel bad” he said with honesty in his voice. She probably didn’t want anything to do with him, but in case she needed somebody to stay with her, he had to ask.

He smiled at her comment about being great. At least that meant her confidence was back. He didn’t object when she pulled him inside of her room and took off his leather jacket to hang it by the door. He looked around and quickly figured that she was a Ruby. Iza went out into the bathroom and yelled that he should feel at home, so he just sat down on her bed. He took out his phone to text his friend and let him know that he had gone back to the academy.
He raised his eyes to meet Iza as she was done in the bathroom but told him that she needed a shower. He opened his mouth as he was about to say something but became speechless, as she started to pull her shirt over her head in front of him. He looked a bit away from her body, not knowing what to do with himself. She probably knew it would turn him on or else she would’ve undressed in the bathroom. He looked back at her as she took of her panties and only got more turned on the longer he gazed. He accepted her invitation in an instant and pulled his shirt off before he stood up to open his belt and get rid of the rest of his clothes. He walked towards the bathroom and joined her in the shower. He closed his eyes as the hot water made his whole body wet, but quickly opened them as Iza apologized. “You don’t have to apologize. But I gotta ask. What pissed you off? A bad experience with the nickname or that I defied you?” he asked and raised a brow. As she pulled him closer, she would feel that he was rock hard. He moved his arms around her body and leaned slightly down for the kiss. That was enough to make up for any rejection earlier. “That was a perfect sorry,” he whispered against her lips, before he reached his hand out to get a bottle of soap. He sent her a flirtatious look, as he filled his palm with the foamy soap. He put the bottle back and placed two fingers on her heart tattoo on her upper chest. “I always liked a girl with tattoos,” he said as he thought there was something sexy about it. He moved his fingers down and firmly grabbed her soft boob, gently stroking it and placed his other hand on her to rub the soap up her arm. Soon his hands had been all over her body to make sure the soap wouldn’t miss a spot. He enjoyed the feeling of her body against his hands and could touch her all day. “You look so hot,” he said and looked from her body to her face. He wanted her so bad but for a change he liked the exciting foreplay.

He nodded at her words and understood her feelings by just looking at her. It was a rare incident. His father always called him Dean or something downgrading. He sometimes wondered what he would have been named if his dad had to choose. It was his mom’s last wish to name him Dean. Either way, he didn’t understand enough to know why she pushed him away. Seeing that she wanted him right now. He felt the remaining anger in her, as he held her close to him. “Screw parents,” he said with a faint smile. Even though he didn’t wish for anyone to have a bad of as a parent as his own, it felt somewhat comforting to know somebody else could relate to him. He knew that he wanted to start his own family one day and create a better bond to them than he ever had with his dad.

“What about guys?” he asked and wondered what her preference was with them. “Dark haired and muscular?” he teased, though he did have one tattoo on his arm. He always had wished for more, but it was a complicated process to make them stay without healing, plus he needed more money to get all the ones he wanted. He couldn’t help but think about her making out with another girl naked, as there was something hot about two girls together.
He smiled at her compliment and lifted his hand to brush the soap off his nose. “Because I was chivalrous and saved you?” he suggested with a teasing look in his eyes. He was so much more than his good looks and the same was she. He felt a warm feeling in his stomach, as she massaged his hair. Soon he grabbed the shampoo to start massaging her head and make sure the soap spread evenly out in her long hair. “Definitely. I think you’d make me perform better,” he said in confidence. “As long as I get to rip off that sexy uniform afterwards,” he added. He enjoyed her massages and relaxed his body, though his heart was still racing like crazy anticipating her next move.

He looked down at her as she went down on her knees and bit his own lip as he enjoyed the view. He shortly closed his eyes as her tongue touched him teasingly and he felt the precum at the tip of his cock. He opened his eyes to look down at her, as she licked those pretty lips. Soon he felt her warm mouth surround his member and gasped slightly at the profound pleasure from her blowjob. He moved his hand into her wet hair and enjoyed the steady movement, taking all of him inside of her sweet mouth. “Oh God,” he closed his eyes again and moved one of his hands up against the bathroom wall to get some sort of support, as he felt closer and closer to reaching an orgasm. She stopped before it got that far and pulled him in for another kiss. He placed his hand on her neck as he kissed her with all the passion he had in him. He felt electricity shoot through his body as she grabbed his hand and led it to where she wanted it. He felt her wetness and slid two of his fingers inside her to feel her warm and tight around his fingers. He stroked them in a movement that would hit her sweet spot. All he could think about was how it would feel to be inside of her. His brown eyes investigated hers as she asked him a question. He might not have known exactly what she wanted, but he sure as hell knew what he wanted. He pulled his fingers out of her and grabbed her thighs to lift her up. That way it was easier for him to penetrate her. He tightened his grip as he pushed her back against the wall and felt like she was in his power, as he pushed himself inside of her. He sighed deeply as he felt her wetness around him and started to stroke himself in and out of her. This would be hard for most guys to do, as it required a lot of strength to hold her and fuck her at the same time, but he didn’t know who she had already been with since vampires typically were stronger. He was mostly strong because he worked out as much as he did. His lips kissed her neck as he let her moan. However, he wanted this to be more comfortable for her, so he turned off the water, still holding her body, as he stepped towards the bedroom. He laid Iza down in the bed and crawled up on top of her to once again push himself inside. “You feel perfect,” he moaned as he now got deeper inside of her. He placed his hands on the mattress and kept a steady pace, while he gazed at her beautiful face, hoping to see the pleasure he could already feel coming from her.

He was probably one of the few at school who had a Spanish accent, though a lot of people had knowledge of the language. If it was his accent she was into, he might as well give her a little taste of his fluent Spanish. “Si la belleza fuese delito, yo te hubiera sentenciado a cadena perpetua (If beauty was a crime, I’d sentence you to life without parole),” he said and admired her beautiful face.
He smiled at her question. “You’re skipping all the romance,” he said as she referred to him merely pulling her skirt up. The more he imagined Izabelle in a cheerleader uniform, the more he loved the idea and he was probably not going to let go off it.

As they had moved to the bed, he just kept thrusting inside of her in the way that made her moan with the utmost pleasure. It was hard not to cum already, but all he did was try to distract his mind and slow down whenever he got close. He badly wanted to perform his best, as it wasn’t every day he got to be with a coveted girl like Izabelle. He leaned in for the kiss and let his tongue playfully touch hers, tasting all her sweetness. He gently bit her lower lip before he pulled back from her face. He kept going as he could feel her get closer to an orgasm. It was the hottest thing to hear her sweet moans and soon she came, making her inside grab tighter around his member and he felt it vibrating slightly against it.
She changed their position and he placed his hands on her thighs as she was riding him like no one's ever done before. He felt like he was in heaven and as soon as she said the words he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He moaned and pressed his hips against hers as he shot his cum inside of her and felt the pleasure of the orgasm fill his body. His heart was beating as fast as ever and he was short of breath. “I think I’m in heaven,” he said as he saw a few stars and looked up at the goddess above him. He moved his fingers up on the side of her body, greatly adoring how she had made him feel. He already knew he wanted to do it all over again and then a million times after that. “You might’ve made me addicted to you,” he said with a faint hint of a smile. He closed his eyes as the tiredness hit him, and as she eventually laid down with him, he dozed off.