Confessions of a Teenage Alcoholic

Chapter 50

"I just can't do it anymore." His voice is still angry but we are pressed up against each other, my body almost crushed against the side.

"You can't do it anymore?"

"No. I don't want to."

"You don't want to? I breathe, my eyes widening at my best friend, my god knows what.

"No."

" I cant believe you just said that." I say and shake my head at him in disbelief.

"You are surprised? Are you serious?"

"Yes I am surprised Jackson! We are arguing, and you're trying to break up with me!" I say and he freezes.

"That's not what I meant." He grits out in anger and he laughs. He definitely wasn't amused though.

I stare up at him in confusion and his eyes are a mixture of annoyance and lust and my eyes widen when his hands grip my waist and I am lifted up onto the counter top.

"Jackson." I start and he grabs the back of my neck and pulls my head towards his in a punishing kiss.

Oh god.

It was like being tossed out to sea in a huge ass storm and there's no way you can survive. But for some reason you don't care.

His lips met mine with so much hunger that it would have scared me, if his hunger didn't match mine in intensity.

My breath caught as he drew me closer and I didn't care anymore, I couldn't separate the anger to the longing and I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heals in so he was as close as humanly possible.

Almost.

He pressed his solid body against mine and I felt his sudden hardness and my own lust and pent up angry hit my like a truck.

I move my lips against his and he takes no caution when he battles my tongue with his.

Without warning he grabbed my straight hair and pulled my head back so my lips lifted away from his and he placed a searing kiss on the base of my throat.

He was angry. So angry at me.

I breathed out in lust and then his hand left my hair and his body retracted from mine and he tore himself away from me.

Damn.

I definitely thought I was going to be fucked against the kitchen counter.

I look at him wide eyed and he turns away from me. His hands gripping the side and then after a moment he looks back at me.

He was guilty.

"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" His voice is thick and he watches me with concern.

"That was intense." I breath and he walks back over to me.

"I'm sorry." He says and lays his head on my shoulder, his hardness still evident through his shorts and I look down at him.

I lift my arms around his neck and tell him it's okay.

"Well I thought we were going to be having angry sex." I laugh lightly and his eyes glaze over.

"I'd never. I'll never take you angrily." He whispers and his eyes are darkening as we talk and I don't know what's going through his mind but I know I'm gunna like it.

He pulls me closer to him and he lifts me, turning us around and placing me on the kitchen island.

"But I can punish you in other ways." He mumbles and I feel my underwear dampen and his suggestion.