Hot Girl Summer

Gabe propped an arm up, resting it behind his head and laying back comfortably on one of her pillows. His eyes followed to watch her pulling her hair out of her face. “You still look pretty sexy if I do say so myself,” he replied. His drunken state may have been currently downgraded to an almost faded away tipsy, but he wasn’t about to shy away from the truth. If he thought someone was attractive, he had no issue with making it known. Considering they’d just fucked, he was sure she was aware of how he felt anyways. He froze, blinking in response to her question. The almost expressionless face he had slowly shifted, a smirk growing across his lips as he considered it. “I guess that all depends,” he shrugged. He shifted his position so he could roll over and break the space that was in between them. He knew what his answer own answer was to all that, but he had to ask an important one of his own first. “Do you want me to stay the night?”

Chelsea shot him a sideways glance, a smirk glowing on her face. “Well, duh. I meant I was sweaty, not ugly.” She was mellow, having worked out all her frantic energy on him, and the alcohol working its way out of her system. Truth be told, she was ready to put her pyjamas on and watch some trash TV, her usual routine once she had gotten rid of a guy. He shifted a little closer, and she bent down, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You can stay,” she found herself saying. It wasn’t entirely unprecedented, but it was rare for her. She rarely let anybody hang around long enough to see her wake up in the morning. “If I like your taste in pizza toppings, that is. What are we ordering?” 

“You wanna bet? I might not remember what we did, but your face? That’s one I don’t think I’ll forget any time soon. I’ll pretend if you want me to, though,” he grinned. If there was something that Gabe was good at, it was temporarily falling for people. He was pretty sure he was on the right track to do that with Chelsea, depending on how the rest of the night went. He went stumbling back slightly as she pushed him and chuckled. “I don’t need to see you naked to know that you look fucking fantastic. Trust me, I’m into art. I do a lot of nude sketches and sculpting for school. I know a good body when I see one.” He tilted his head slightly, amused by her openness. “Is that so? I guess I came into the right club, then. Lucky me. Lead the way, Princess.”

***

Chelsea rolled on to her stomach, kicking the blankets away from herself. “This humidity is really getting to me,” she grumbled, pushing her hair back from her forehead and wincing at how sweaty she had gotten while they had been together. She probably looked like shit, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t like she was going to see him again. “So, do you feel like staying the night? We can order some food, maybe take a shower. No worries if you got somewhere to be, though.” 

Gabe’s brows rose in surprise. Most girls were definitely a lot more coy, but Chelsea certainly wasn’t most girls. “Fuck,” he chuckled, not expecting her to be so game to his bullshit but enjoying it nonetheless. “If I weren’t so drunk, I think I’d actually be falling in love with you.” He reached back up to push some of her hair out of the way and leaned over. His lips started at her jaw, trailing kisses until he ended up at her neck. “I would love to see that balcony of yours,” he breathed out, smirking against her skin before pulling back to get a good look at her face. “Although I’ve never had the cops called on me during sex either. Both sound like an interesting time. Ladies choice, though.”

“Then it’s a good thing you won’t remember it in the morning,” she said. The last thing she needed was that sort of complication in her life. Nevertheless, she craned her neck to the side, allowing him more space to plant kisses against her skin, and let out a content sigh at the feeling. “Besides, you haven’t even seen me naked yet,” she placed a hand on his chest, then gently put him away. “I’ll show you my balcony. And anything else you want to see, I’m feeling generous tonight.” 

The smug smile on Gabe’s lips remained as Chelsea stepped in closer, grinning into the kiss. This seemed to be a typical occurrence for the both of them, and that’s what made it so great. He didn’t have to deal with some clingy chick that’d get all weird and obsessive on him after just a drunken kiss. They were on the same wave length. He chuckled lightly into her mouth once her arms wrapped around him, and his own arms automatically wound around her waist, one hand sliding down against her ass to keep her in place against him. He pulled away just slightly so he could shoot her a smirk. “Careful there. If this gets any handsier, you might have me thinking you want me to fuck you on the balcony here in front of all these strangers.”

This was how Chelsea liked it. Everything in her life was uncomplicated, and she didn’t see the need to make something as basic as sex more difficult than it had to be. As long as they both enjoyed themselves, it didn’t need to be any more than that, right? Especially when her chances of seeing him again were minimal. She pouted a little when he pulled away from her, but his word brought a smile to her lips. “I don’t know. That does sound kind of hot,” she said, raising her eyebrows at him teasingly. “Maybe we can go back to my hotel and fuck on my balcony. Reduce the risk of getting arrested.” 

Gabe’s teeth grazed his lower lip as he grinned, his eyes meeting Chelsea’s as he realized how much closer in proximity they’d gotten. To any onlookers, you’d think they’d known each other a lot longer than just a few minutes. That was one of the beautiful things about alcohol for him; you could be complete strangers and still be interested once the booze hit. A few more shots and he’d probably find a potted plant attractive, but this was an actual person, and a sexy one at that. “I dunno, but I get the feeling,” he started to say, freeing one of his hands to lightly grip under her chin and tilt her face up towards his, “that you have some interesting ideas on how we can do that.” His eyes teasingly moved towards her lips, which were dangerously close to his. “Am I right?”

There was no point in playing coy. They were both so clearly on the same page, and Chelsea was a girl who knew exactly what she wanted. Even if she hadn’t been so far beyond tipsy, it wouldn’t have changed anything. She liked the attention, liked men, especially ones with faces as pretty as his. She didn’t speak, letting her actions answer his questions as she leaned the remainder of the way and pressed her lips to his. There was no hesitation to her action, not gentle tentativeness. She was sure of herself, and with that came no room for questioning. Her arms flung around his shoulders, allowing her to press herself against him.

Gabe’s gaze followed to where her hand rested against his arm, an eyebrow kinked towards the action but the grin on his face showing that there wasn’t a single part of him that minded. With the state he was currently in, she could’ve touched him anywhere she damn well pleased and gotten away with it. “Yeah?” he questioned, knowing that she wasn’t wrong but not wanting to reveal his cocky side too much just yet. There’d be plenty of time for that when he was sober. He rested his arms around her waist, the hands he had against her lower back pushing her in a little closer towards him as she continued to talk. “Nah, it didn’t ruin anything. You’re still sexy as hell. I’m Gabe. Pleasure to meet you.” He leaned over, his lips just grazing at her earlobe once he spoke again. “I plan on making sure that you call out my name later, so it’d be in your best interest to not forget it.”

This wasn’t new territory for Chelsea. She was used to being wanted by the men she met, and was used to using that to her advantage. She had even built a career from it. She relished in the attention and it made her feel good. This was no different. As soon as he put his hands on her waist, that was her green light to pus hit further. She rested her hands on his chest, lifted her chin to look up into his face as she moved nearer to him. “Pleasure is mine, Gabe,” she breathed, running acrylic nails lightly over his chest. As good looking as he was, it was almost too easy to seduce him. A sober Chelsea might have even been a little bored, but drunk as she was, it was absolutely perfect. “Later seems like such a long time. What’ll we do to pass the time until then?”  

Gabe look a quick glance back at the ocean before his attention was fully on her. If he were alone, he could grab his sketchbook and stare at the ocean for hours without getting bored. However, it was still going to be there, waves crashing and all,  when he woke up the next morning. The hottie in front of him? Only if he was lucky. “Yeah, you are,” he immediately responded, smirking. Even when he was running on alcohol, he was just as big of a flirt as he was when sober. If anything, it made him more impulsive. Maybe that’s why his hand still lingered where it did. Some girls were bound to shy away from his advances, but that didn’t seem to be the case with this girl in particular. He let out a low chuckle once she stepped in closer and tilted his head. “Yeah? I like to think I’m kind of chivalrous, so ladies first, please. Even feel free to tell me your name. Or not. Mystery can be sexy.”

His compliment was such a line, but it was exactly what Chelsea was going for, and she was happy to hear it. “Oh my gosh, thank you,” she cooed, placing a hand on his arm again. She was touchy by nature, even when she wasn’t flirting, but on this occasion, she was definitely  flirting. “You aren’t so bad yourself, you know,” she bit her lip. It was a bit of an understatement. He was gorgeous and it was clear he knew it- just her type. “My name is Chelsea,” she informed him. “Sorry if that ruins the sexy illusion. I’m sure there’s plenty of other things we have yet to discover about each other, though.” 

Gabe was on drink number…five? Six? It didn’t matter. It was spring break, for fuck’s sake. He’d had enough that he was in a state of absolute bliss. It may have been lightheaded bliss, but still a great feeling, nonetheless. He was considering heading back to the dance floor when he felt someone’s grip on his bicep, turning his head in their direction. Damn. “Anything for you, sweetheart,” he grinned, taking a moment to let his eyes roll over the girl beside him. He wasn’t really choosy when it came to women, but she was hot. Super hot. If he was any drunker, his next move probably would’ve been a disaster, but he thankfully wasn’t at blackout level. With that, he reached over to pick her up bridal style and walked towards the closest door. It lead to some balcony over the ocean, his brows knitting together. “Well fuck, look at that,” he said in response to the view, wondering why the clubs weren’t like this in New York. Realizing he was still carrying her, his hand remained dangerously low on her back as he helped to steady her once her feet fit the ground. “There we are. If you want to make it up to me…y’know, me saving you back there, I have some ideas.”

It wasn’t until he turned to look at her did Chelsea realise how attractive he was, and her whole demeanour changed. She had been looking for help before, but now her sweet smile turned flirtatious, and she ran the hand that she had gripped him with up his arm. “My hero,” she said, giggling when he scooped her up into his arms. She was lucky he didn’t drop her there and then, given the fact there was every likelihood he was as wasted as she was. “Thank you,” she added, once they were safely outside and he had set her on her feet. She teetered on her heels a little, providing him an excuse to leave his hand exactly where it was. “Stunning, right?” she said, waving a hand carelessly towards the ocean, despite barely glancing at it herself. Her attention was far too focused on him. She wasn’t a slut, per say, but when she saw something she wanted, she had no qualms in going after it. “Maybe I have a few ideas of my own,” she smirked, moving slightly closer to him. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”