I thought I'd do a series in the same universe as 'The Art House'. It will include Bechloe smut in various, slightly adventurous places. I have a few ideas of places already but if there is anything in particular you'd like to see let me know and I'll give it a go.
Parking Lot Paradise
Beca's POV
"Just call her already" Stacie hounded in my ear and I seriously regretted having my headphones across the room instead of over my ears so I could drown out her incessant nagging. It truly was moments like these when I wondered why I ever agreed to living with the girl. But, she did have a good point, since I may, or may not, have been staring at my hand where the redheaded bombshells number was beginning to fade. What wasn't fading however was the images of her naked - slightly sweaty - body, or the guttural moans that I could hear ringing in my ears whenever the room grew silent. But the one thing that truly haunted my every thought, hinged my every breath, halted each and every movement was the memory of her teeth scraping against my bare skin. The marks were still there and they were one of the only things proving that I hadn't simply dreamed the whole encounter, that I hadn't just created a situation in my mind due to an extremely high influx of hormones and an overactive imagination. No, it had definitely happened and I wanted more than anything to have her nails rake through my hair once again but I was being my usual introvert self and that meant that I spent most of the day procrastinating and desperately trying to avoid calling her for fear of embarrassing myself. Where my courage from the night at the art house had gone I don't know but that was OK because I could do this without it, I could pick my phone up and call her and then ask her out again (or, well, just out really since I doubt the other night really counted as a date). I pulled my phone from my pocket and copied the first two numbers before throwing my phone back on the couch in panic.
"Seriously Beca? You fucked the girl in an art house bathroom and now you're afraid to call her? You had her screaming your name, moaning at your every touch, sighing at the taste of your body,trembling at the-"
"Whoa Stacie! I think that's enough. I just, urrgh, you're right" I re-grabbed my phone from the couch and quickly typed in the number before shakily putting it to my ear. Stacie put her thumbs up and I tried to smile back but it turned into a grimace in an instant.
"Hey it's Chloe Beale" The cheery voice sounded through the phone and I felt simultaneously calm and panicked as every nerve in her body came alive.
"Um, hey, it's Beca. Beca Mitchell. That's not gonna help since I don't think I even told you my last name. We met at the... It's Beca" I cleared my throat "From the art house"
"Beca, from the art house" She repeated slowly and in that moment I decided that my name had never sounded better than when it rolled from her tongue.
"Did you forget?" I heart a throaty laugh from the other end of the line, one that sent a hot current through my veins.
"Forget? I've barely remembered anything else. I actually forgot my name at Starbucks yesterday and I stood there for a good couple of minutes blissfully unaware as they called my name out, much like you did the other night" I could practically hear the smirk in her voice and I could feel one grow on my face to match it as I quickly calmed down and fell into a much more confident demeanor.
"Very funny Beale, but we both know you were the screamer. However, your vocal performance wasn't what I was calling for. I was actually wondering if you would like to go to dinner tonight?"
"I'd like that very much." I grinned like an idiot and Stacie who was straining to hear the conversation chuckled at my goofy expression before I hit her with a pillow.
"OW!" Stacie shouted clutching at her face.
"Who was that?" Chloe questioned.
"Just Stacie. Pick you up at seven?" I asked, subconsciously gnawing at my lip even though she'd already agreed.
"Sounds good, Stacie knows our address. See you later Beca" And with that she hung up.
"How on earth do you know Chloe's address?" Beca asked as she turned her body to look at her friend, a suspicious look firmly planted on her face.
"She lives with Aubrey, otherwise known as the whole reason I dragged you to that art house. I still can't believe I looked at all of those shitty pieces of 'art' and you were off banging a hot redhead senseless"
"Excuse me but you know their address, which tells me you've been to their home, which also tells me that you definitely had sex with Aubrey." She feigned upset as she clutched at her heart
"Who do you think I am Beca?"
"I think you were the hungry lioness and she was the naive, unassuming antelope that you totally ate" Stacie grinned seductively at the word ate.
"There is a slight chance that we had sex. There is also a slight chance it was on Chloe's bed but Aubrey changed the sheets so if you guys want to have sex in there it's clean" I opened and closed my mouth a few times unable to form words before I simply shook my head and walked away.
I sat outside their apartment at 6:55 wondering if it would seem weird to be slightly early or if maybe she'd like that I was extra punctual and then it occurred to me that I shouldn't be caring about timing now, since as Stacie would so nicely put it "I fucked the girl in an art house bathroom". I would argue that she's a woman but with any mention of the experience comes a wave of arousal that I just can't deal with at this moment because ,well, because I'm pretty sure masturbating in your car outside your dates house isn't socially acceptable, ever. I clambered out of the car and made my way to the door, I shuffled nervously after knocking, pondering upon how Stacie had managed to get me to wear a skin tight black dress that made my breasts look like they were on an episode of prison break. The door was pulled open and I ended up face to face with Chloe Beale. Chloe who had her hair in a pony tail that exposed her succulent neck, a dress that left almost nothing to the imagination and an extremely devious look in her eye that sent the aforementioned imagination on a quest to find the dirtiest idea it could think of and boy was mine ever the quest master.
"Hi" I croaked out when I managed to pull my jaw from the floor.
"Hi" She said breathily almost as if she'd been daydreaming about me too. She recovered rapidly, slipping her hand into mine and pulling me back down the drive way to my car. I pulled the door open for her before going round to the other side and climbing in.
"So, do you like Italian? Because there is a quiet place near here" I spoke as I started the car, only just noticing that she seemed to be measuring my car for it's size, what she planned to do with that information I really didn't know.
"That sounds lovely actually"
"Great" We drove in silence for the five minute journey and it was nice at first until I focused to hard on her deep breathing and all I could think about was how she screamed my name huskily as she whipped her head back in ecstasy. My knuckles lost all color by the time we arrived at the restaurant from me squeezing the stick shift with all my might.
She was the first to break the silence when we sat at the table.
"I'm glad you called. I know it was only like three days but I was beginning to think you wouldn't"
"I would've called straight away but truthfully it took me three days to build up the courage to actually call" She grinned and stated simply
"You're cute." I raised an eyebrow and she continued "I mean you're also hot as hell but when you're nervous you're... cute"
"Shh, we don't want to ruin my reputation as a total bad ass"
"Oh you're right sorry" Then she winked and I instinctively grabbed the table which unfortunately didn't go unnoticed by a certain redhead who decided it was a great time to gently glide her foot up and down my leg while biting her lip painfully slowly. I swallowed loudly as I searched for something to distract myself from the arousal tying knots in the pit of my stomach.
"S-so you're an a-actress. What are you, um, err working on at t-the moment?" Her foot didn't stop for a second her cold skin rubbing against my legs which seemed to burn with the heat of the sun.
"I'm working on a small indie film, it's actually quite fun" Her movements halted for a second as she pondered "What do you actually do? I never really had a chance to ask?"
"I'm a DJ first and foremost but I produce music. I own Titanium Records actually"
"You own Titanium Records, does that mean you're the genius that mixed titanium with bulletproof?" I chuckled lightly at her excitement.
"Yeah that's me. It was actually the first one I did, hence the 'Titanium' in Titanium Records" I lifted my glass of water to my lips.
"God that song is totally my lady jam" I coughed the water all on the table and she simply applied a smirk to her incredibly hot and devilish face. I felt my eyes darken and my breathing become shallow as I imagined her touching herself, gently playing at first till the beat really got going, till the song built to the point where all she could do was thrust into herself with the same amount of passion that was poured into the song, then as the beat faded away she would apply tender strokes to her clit as she rode out the high she was on.
"I need to go to the bathroom. Clear my head" As I stood from the table she rose to softly grabbing my hand. She bent down till her lips touched the shell of my ear, her breath dancing down it as she spoke in hushed whispers.
"I have a much better idea" She tugged at my hand pulling me out of the restaurant and back to my car. She pulled the back door open roughly before pushing me in and straddling my hips as she slammed the car door closed.
"This is definitely a better idea" I muttered as she pulled my lips to hers, her tongue easily slipping into my mouth, while mine moved with it, in a dance that might be considered a battle for dominance but in that moment I didn't care who dominated as long as at some point she was calling my name into the night.
"I've been wanting to do that since you turned up at my door" She spoke huskily, the arousal heavily laced in her tone.
"That was only like twenty minutes ago" I smirked while she groaned because my hands harshly groped her breasts.
"It was a hard twenty minutes" I smirked once more before reattaching our lips. I glided my hand up her leg, hiking her dress up along the way till the material was bunched at her hips and all that was between me and exactly what I'd been dreaming of was an extremely thin pair of lacy black underwear, I pulled them off without a care throwing them into the front seat.
"I'm gonna have to buy a lot of new underwear at this rate" She whispered but the tone of her voice easily told me that in that moment she couldn't have cared any less.
I lifted her from my hips and laid her across the length of the seats. I climbed on top, laying my body on hers as I kissed her deeply. I slid my hand between our bodies stopping at origin of her arousal. I lazily slide my fingers up and down her folds, she stuttered slightly, begging me to take her. I pushed one finger into her, she moaned still begging for more, I got my second finger and placed it inside her, plunging deeper into her with each thrust, I finally added the third and was rewarded with a raucous scream that was surely heard within the walls of the restaurant we had exited not so long ago. I kept plunging into her, using my thigh to keep a hard pace as her breaths rapidly increased and her back arched in pleasure. Her hands flailed, desperately searching for something to clutch onto, something to help her keep the inevitable wave at bay but all she managed to do was smack her hand to the window, her palm slipping down the condensation upon the pane.
"Trying to reenact 'Titanic'" She didn't reply she just crushed her lips to mine in an attempt to keep quiet while she hit the point of no return. Her moans burst into my mouth, her arousal vibrating my core. When her lips parted from mine, she giggled slightly, but it quickly turned into a sultry laugh as her gaze turned predatory.
"I wanna taste you" My breath latched onto my throat, refusing to leave my body, so I didn't answer I simply nodded my head dumbly. She followed on by flipping us over and hazardously throwing my legs onto her shoulders before ripping my underwear off and pushing my dress up my body. She lunged forward and slid her tongue up and down my heat. She lazily played with my clit between her teeth and I felt a guttural moan rip from my throat as pleasure coursed through my being. In the second after she rapidly plunged her tongue into me. I could feel it moving inside me, gliding up my walls as her lips played against my skin, her teeth rubbing against my core. My heart almost burst from my chest when she removed her lips and roughly thrust three fingers straight into me. I shouted as a mix of pain and pleasure rushed through my veins. My mind went fuzzy and I could feel my eyes roll into the back of my head when she continued to thrust at an incredibly fast rate. She must have felt my walls getting tight around her fingers because she reapplied her mouth lightly nipping once, causing me to fall of the edge into an endless abyss of pleasure.
"God!" I said, unable to think of anything else to say in the sex induced haze. I simply laid back and felt her drape herself across my chest.
"Yeah, God" She agreed as she lightly played with my hair.
"You planned this the whole time didn't you? It's why you sized up my back seat" She simply looked at me and grinned, a grin that made her baby blue eyes shine brighter than I'd seen before. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly, a tender kiss that conveyed a different emotion than our usual lust filled ones. I pulled back slightly and rested my forehead against hers. A banging noise and a bright light in the car forced us to whip our heads apart.
"Excuse me Miss and... Miss you can't do that in the parking lot, this is a restaurant, not a brothel" I groaned in embarrassment and Chloe just muttered
"Not again"
