Chapter 4 The Blurry Night

Vicky's pov

The hall was so noisy that it shook my chest as the music continued.

Voices were falling all around me and the haze of alcohol in the air blended with the frantic waves of laughter.

It was all a blur and I couldn't even recall how long I had been at the party. An hour or three or maybe minutes. I just couldn't remember; I was feeling too light-headed to.

My whole body was still being loosened by the drink Alicia had given me, which made everything seem less focused as if I was hanging by a tiny thread in the air.

Her light playful voice was still drumming in my ears as she handed the glass to me.

"Calm down Vicky. You are too shy. "

It seemed as if she knew something I didn't because she had flashed me that perfect smile that always made me feel small.

I took the glass against my better judgment, sipping it reluctantly at first and then more freely.

The world was now dangerously tilted around me, and it seemed as if every step I took made me want to fall down to my face.

I thought I saw Alicia standing with her friends, their heads cocked in conspiratorial whispers somewhere across the room. I frowned, or maybe my eyes were deceiving me.

The thought of them laughing at me made my stomach turn. The sight of their smiling faces made my skin prickle but I wasn't sure if that was due to paranoia or the alcohol.

Staring at them, I felt an urge to join them, to laugh too, to forget I had a lot of chores after all this night of partying hard.

It was time for me to leave, the party wasn't for me.

I was feeling so tired, and I needed somewhere to rest my head till the party was over.

Like a lifeline, the hallway extended ahead of me, it was calmer and less bright, a pleasant distraction from the oppressive commotion of the party.

I drunkenly leaned heavily against the wall for balance as my heels clicked unevenly against the floor. My head spun, my eyes danced, and my legs felt like jelly.

My mind was racing and my thoughts were vanishing more quickly than I could catch them. Something kept telling me this was not the way to my room or to the kitchen where I could hide or sleep till the darn party was over, but I didn't care; I just wanted to find somewhere comfortable to sleep.

Somewhere, my stepmother won't see me and rain insults on me.

The rooms before me stretched, and with just one push, a door open, and I would find the perfect place to lie down.

And that was when I saw him, I tilted my head, squinting my eyes, the alcohol taking over

Lucas was leaning against the wall, his shirt rumpled and his tie loosened. His normally calm and impressive manner was completely gone. He looked so disturbed and I wondered what was going on.

He appeared unkempt, with his dark hair strewn all over his forehead and his half-lidded glassy eyes having a lost, faraway look.

From his hand, a bottle hung loosely, its contents almost empty.

So now everyone was getting drunk.

I thought to myself and laughed sheepishly.

"Lucas?" I whispered drunkenly but my voice hardly made it.

The sound caused him to stir slowly raising his head.

He squinted as if he was having trouble focusing and then his eyes found me.

To my astonishment, a lopsided smile then appeared on his face, and I smiled back, too.

His voice was thick with alcohol as he slurred ."Alicia?.

I was frozen. "No-." I started to say.

But he stumbled toward me before I could finish, taking shaky steps to get closer.

"Alicia," he said again as he extended his hand to remove a lock of hair from my face.

His touch gave me a sudden chill and it was warm and almost tender.

I was supposed to tell him that I wasn't Alicia but I found myself staring at him like he was a lost piece of gem.

"Lucas, it's me, "I repeated, but he didn't seem to hear. As his gaze swept across my face his expression softened.

My chest tightened as he whispered, his voice so soft and I smiled sheepishly, instead of moving away.

"You're so beautiful ." He said in a low voice that was full of something, something that made my insides dance.

I was supposed to tell him that I wasn't Alicia but I edged closer when I ought to have pushed him off.

But the words became entangled with my heart thumping and stuck in my throat.

As he leaned in closer, my body felt heavy and needy.

And he gave me a kiss, his lips claiming mine furiously and I thought I might fall for a second that my legs would give away and inched closer as his hands circled my waist.

His lips tasted intoxicating with a hint of whiskey and something darker and his lips were firm and insistent against mine, I kissed him back

My mind was racing and then I froze. This wasn't supposed to happen.

I have to stop this.

Well, I ought to, but I didn't. Instead, I was kissing him back passionately, my hands gripping his shoulders as if he was the only thing holding me up.

It seemed as if the music and laughter in the hallway vanished into a far-off hum.

The world and everything else blurred and I saw nothing but him-his hands around my waist, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that made me feel hot.

I broke the kiss with a gasp. "Wait."I sounded breathless and shaky, my senses returning a bit.

"We can't-Lucas. "

But he held me back. His breath was warm and soft against my skin as his forehead pressed against mine.

"Please ...don't leave," he said in a barely audible whisper. "Please stay. "

I wanted to object and tell him that this was wrong, but I couldn't find the right words.

I felt something break when his dark pleading eyes met mine.

I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him that I wasn't Alicia, but he kissed me again, and I lost and didn't know what else to do or say.

Without holding back this time,.I melted into him, my resolve scattering like ash as his hands got caught in my hair and drew me in.

The voice in the back of my mind was telling me to stop, but not even the party or Alicia mattered to me right now.

The way he made me feel alive, loved, and free was all that mattered to me.

Soon, we found ourselves in one of the bedrooms somehow.

We were alone as the door clicked shut behind us but I wasn't sure what room we were in.

Our shadows were cast on the walls by the soft glow of a bedside lamp in the dimly lit room.

Lucas drew me to the bed with an awkward but purposeful motion.

My breath caught as he led me down onto the mattress and my heart pounded in my chest as I followed.

I wanted to stop but I was loving every bit of it.

His voice was rough and hardly comprehensible as he whispered sweet nothings to me over and over again.

I felt cold when I heard my name on his lips but I wasn't sure, there was a craving I wanted, so I grabbed him and pulled him down to join me.

His hands wandered over me, setting a fire that engulfed every sane thought as our lips crashed together in a flurry of need.

"Lucas ." my voice broke as I breathed.

His eyes met mine and he froze for a moment. I thought for a moment that he might notice and stop, but then he leaned in and kissed my neck, jaw,, and corner of my mouth.

I felt shockwaves from every touch, losing what little control I still had.

I couldn't bring myself to care how far we were going because I loved the way his hands groped for my breast in the dark.

Clothing flew in different directions and I felt his cock pressing into my womanliness.

Each moment blended into the next and time became a blur.

The haze of alcohol and desire caused the distinctions between right and wrong to become so alike.

"Alicia." I heard him call again, his voice hoarse as a finger trailed a path to the middle of my legs, which felt so hot and wet." I need you." He whispered.

The drink was already playing in my head and what name he called me didn't matter.

I arched my back to meet the thrust of his fingers in my cunt. He cursed briefly, and then his lips claimed mine again, and his fingers reached for my nipples and pinched them softly.

I moan against the pain which mixed with pleasure that I wanted more of it.

His lips trailed around the tips as he popped them into his mouth and sucked furiously like a very hungry baby. I held his head, my legs wrapping around his torso as I cried for more.

I didn't want it to stop, whatever I thought I was doing. I wanted it to continue, and when he began to thrust into me, nothing else mattered.

Then minutes later, the room was silent except for the sound of our breathing as we lay entangled together at the end.