Embarrassed

"Fuck off, perv." I said angrily, huffing and poking out my lip a little so as to pout. "I can't believe that you are making me dress like this." I said, keeping my arms crossed across my chest.

"Aw, Erika—Erik, you look hot." He said.

"Fuck you!" I cried out, looking away from him as my face flamed red. He doesn't understand how bloody embarrassing this is.

"Erik, you're gorgeous, don't be embarrassed." He said, and took my hand and turned me to face him, forcing me to look at him. I could barely meet his eyes, but I advert my eyes and kept them locked on the suddenly interesting wall of posters. "Erik fucking look at me." he said, and put his hand on the side of my face and **** me to look at him.

"This is embarrassing." I muttered and he put his hand under my chin, and then tilted my head up, so I was looking straight at him.

"I want you." he said, and I jumped, my mouth dropping a little. "I figured that if you looked and felt like a girl it wouldn't be as weird for me, you know?" he said, and I blushed, my arms suddenly feeling really cold.

"G—Gio, don't fuck with my head, man." I said, and he sighed deeply, and then slammed me against the wall hard. I couldn't help but make a startled moan as he pressed his jean-clad erection against me. "Fucking hell, Gio what are you—doing..." I trailed off moaning as he attacked my neck with his teeth.