Punk Isn't Romantic

Tongue piercing

Dean

I must admit, I wasn't quite as manly as I usually was in that situation. The second the words left his pink lips, I had squeaked (not my proudest moment) and half jogged, half speed walked away from him to the changing rooms. 

I sat at my booth, reflecting on it with a grimace. The fair had started an hour ago and my shift was just starting. There was already a line of girls queueing by my stand and I was quite surprised at the turn out. I didn't realise so many people wanted to help our team out (heavy on the sarcasm).

One by one they would pay the guy at the wooden desk and then they would enter through the curtain into the little tent, peck me on the lips and then head out the same way they came. At the very least, the little curtain gave me some privacy so that this kissing stuff wasn't on full display to the public. 

A lot of girls left blushing or were too nervous to even kiss me in the end and I sighed. This was quite mundane. I sipped on my water bottle but choked a little when a guy ducked his head through the doorway, slipping into the tent but having to duck because he was so tall. Not just any guy, either, but the attractive smoker from earlier.

"Dude, you can't just cut the queue! You have to wait like everyone else." The guy at the desk outside began to argue but was silenced by a single glance from smoker guy. 

I really must find out his name.

He looked me once over and I felt a light blush wash over me, making my face hot. 

I had never felt so attracted to someone before. Although I was dating Kate, I couldn't help but let my eyes drag along him for the third time that day. I was bisexual, so it wasn't as if these feelings were at all surprising in regards to his gender. Not that anyone knew that about me, it was my secret. What was shocking was that I was attracted to him as a person: piercings, black hair and leather clad. It was not what I would have expected my type of guy to be, but my attraction was undeniable.

He sat down in front of me and I nibbled on the loose skin on my lip; not daring to try to speak to him. I knew that if I tried to speak, my voice would only fail me and I would end up squeaking again. He said nothing as he sat across from me, took my hand and pulled me into his lap as if it was the most natural thing ever. I let out a gasp in surprise. Was he going to kiss me? I had forgotten how to breath as his attractive face drew nearer to mine, one of his hands on my chin while tilting it towards him as the other rested on the small of my back.

That's when my entire world exploded.

His soft lips met mine and I melted instantly. He pulled me closer and my hands went up to touch his face as he moved his lips against mine. He bit my lip and I let a low moan out, much to my own surprise and embarrassment. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth and that's when I found out he also had a tongue piercing. He deepened the kiss and I gladly accepted it. One of my hands found its way to his soft black locks and tangled itself in there, pulling softly whilst the other one clung to his leather jacket as he attacked my mouth in the best way possible.

I don't know whether it was the tongue piercing or the fact that it was the first guy I had ever kissed, but everything about this kiss was so different to when Kate kissed me. I felt hungry. I felt like nothing could make us close enough as I whimpered against his lips and he moved his hips underneath me, repositioning me on his lap. As he pulled away after what felt like hours, but not nearly long enough, his teeth dragged down my neck and I groaned, burying my face into the top of his hair as his lips continued to attack me, biting my neck hungrily and making another low moan slip out of my mouth along with a hiss of a curse word as he sucked on the spot.

As he pulled away from me entirely, my lips were tingling and slightly swollen, my hair was a mess and I probably had purple love bites on my neck from where he had assaulted my nape. My breaths were shaky and shallow as I struggled to find a normal breathing pattern; I felt like a football had just hit me in the chest and winded me but a hundred times worse. He was also breathing really heavily and his hair was completely out of place now, due to my hands tugging on it, but he still looked ridiculously attractive and wasn't nearly as flustered as I was. God, he was an amazing kisser.

I shifted off of his lap awkwardly as I finally learned how to breath again and he stood up, running his hands through his black locks to fix the damage I had done. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag as his eyes fluttered over me. As he breathed out the smoke, I couldn't help but think about the faint taste of cigarettes on my tongue from our kiss. I felt rather self-conscious when his stare dragged across me as I sat there, gawking up at him like an idiot who was out of words and thoughts. He towered over me. His eyes twinkled and were mischievous as he ruffled my hair before backing off.

"See you, Dean." He whispered huskily, his usual deep voice music to my ears.

I watched in awe as he left through the curtain he'd entered in without looking back, just like the rest of the girls who came in here. I hadn't told him my name. In fact, I'd never even exchanged a single word with the guy. It had all been one sided, due to my inability to form words around him.

At least he'd gotten his money's worth, I guess.