Nothing. He leaves.

“Max?” You croak, your throat surprisingly sore. You try to move your hands to push him off, but his grip on your wrists tighten.

“Damn, girl.” Max mutters, his breath hot against your neck. He lifts his head up slightly so his breath burns in your ear, causing chills and an unfamiliar pleasure to shoot through your body. “Anyone ever tell you you’re an awesome fuck?”

The entire situation suddenly registered. You got drunk, passed out, and woke up to Max **** you. Your eyes start tearing up as you realize that Max also just took your virginity. “Max,” you hold back a sob and try to squirm out from under him, “please…”

Max suddenly captures your swollen lips with his, easily biting the tender bottom lip and tugging it between his sharp teeth. You cry in pain and struggle even more, but you’re feeling too sluggish to put up much of a fight.

When Max pulls back he grins down at you. “As much as I’d like to go for another round. I’m afraid I don’t have a third round in me right now.”

THIRD?!

You whimper and he groans. “Damn, Jane! If you want it that bad, I can figure something out.”

You shake your head. “No,” you sob, tears starting to soak your cheeks. The sobs that you were holding back make it difficult for you to speak.

Max leans down and licks a tear off your cheek. “Don’t worry, Jane. I’ll make sure you get what you want.” He dips his head low and takes one of our nipple in his mouth. He flicked it a few times with his tongue before moving to the other one and scraping at it with his teeth then sucking it into his mouth. He let go with a pop, making you cry out

With a sudden forceful squeeze to your wrists, Max pushes himself off you and grabs his clothes. As he’s dressing, you try to sit up only to be hit with a wave of heavy dizziness. You fall back on the pillow.

Without a word, Max slips out of the room, leaving you alone. You curl up on your side and let the sobs just rack your body.

You were never going to another party again.

After a few moments alone, you **** yourself to stop sobbing and tried to sit up again. The wave of dizziness that hit you was just as strong as last time. You had never been drunk before. Was this part of being drunk… or did Max **** you?

While you were occupied with your thoughts, the door to the bedroom opened.