Carmen's POV
I looked around Dan and Phil's flat and I had never seen so many hideous Christmas jumpers before in my life.
Dan and Phil were having an ugly Christmas jumper party, which had been Lydia's idea for a theme since Dan and Phil decided they wanted to throw a themed flat party, and it was close to Christmas.
There were loads of people there, most of which I knew or had at least met once or twice. A lot of them were from the Youtube community with the exception of a couple of Dan and Phil's friends and a few of mine from school who lived in London now.
Their flat was lit up by Christmas lights that were strung along the walls and hung over the table and some of the furniture, and of course those that were looped around the Christmas tree in their lounge.
Dan had also hung mistletoe all over the ceiling, which had put quite a few people in very awkward situations, myself included when I got stuck under a piece of it with Dan who had me mistaken for Lydia, because she was also wearing her glasses.
Actually everyone who saw her thought she was me, which wasn't surprising. I hadn't gotten around to telling any of my friends about her, so that was how they found out. When they tried to force her into a hug only to have me appear a few seconds later.
My friend Jane literally started crying because she was so terrified.
I was glad that most of the people here were filming this.
Though, after Dan tried to snog me, Lydia and I decided to write our names on paper and tape them to our shirts so it would be a little easier to identify who was who; because we were also dressed alike, in huge ugly jumpers and black leggings. Which was an accident.
Phil and I hadn't really had a lot of time to talk, as he had a lot of guests to entertain and I was busy with Lydia and the friends I hadn't seen in ages, plus I was also filming bits and pieces of it. I did catch him staring at me quite a bit though. Of course I caught him doing it because I was doing the same thing.
"Lydia! Lydia!" Bryony called out from behind me as I was helping myself to another glass of eggnog.
I spun around and pointed down at the paper on my shirt. "Carmen," I laughed before taking a rather large gulp from my red solo cup (also Lydia's idea) and she rolled her eyes at herself.
"I am too drunk for this rubbish!" she laughed. "Have you seen her? I wanted to talk to her again. She's awesome."
I shook my head, because I hadn't seen her since she was talking to Carrie and fluffing her hair out. Apparently she was just as obsessed with Carrie's hair as I was. "No. You could check Carrie's hair though. She might have nestled herself inside of it," I laughed loudly because I had a very, very nice buzz.
Bryony danced across the room, laughing, and I could feel someone looking at me as I watched her.
I glanced to my left to see Phil holding his camera up, filming me, grinning at me from behind it.
I got an insane case of butterflies like I always did anytime that I saw him. Crazy how after so many years of liking someone that feeling never went away.
I realized that he was alone and decided to take it as an opportunity to go talk to him, since we'd hardly been able to speak to each other all night.
I noticed as I walked up to him that Lydia and Dan were actually on the couch making eyes at each other and I had to fight the temptation to snap a picture of them, because they looked so cute together.
That's probably kind of weird to say, yeah? Since she looked just like me... It's different though. They had very similar personalities but they also curved out where the other dipped in. Kind of like two puzzle pieces. They just kind of went together in ways that Dan and I didn't.
Lydia must have felt my eyes on her because she shifted hers towards me and I grinned at her and mouthed, "I ship it." I'm not sure if she caught that though.
Phil was only standing a few feet away from where they were sitting and when I looked at him again the butterflies came back.
You would think all of this eggnog would have put a stop to them.
I finished what was left in my cup off and sat it down on the table in front of him before finally closing the space that was left between us.
He turned the camera off and sat it down on the shelf behind him before looking down at me and grinning. I felt his hand on my lower back and he nudged me forward so that my front was pressed against his side as he leaned down to my ear. "May I just say how sexy you look this evening?" he whispered in my ear so close that I could feel his warm breath along the side of my neck.
Phil can't breathe on my ear and neck like that without my panties going up in flames. I had chills all over my body and I was already turned on because I can't look at him and not be.
I turned my head to look at him but I didn't say a word, I just grabbed his face and started kissing him because I had wanted to kiss him all night, but hadn't had the chance.
Thank you, eggnog for giving me the courage to actually do that.
I pulled away from him so that I could look at him and I rubbed my thumb against his cheek as I grinned. "You may."
I looked around us and noticed that Lydia and Dan were watching us, though, when they saw that I noticed them, they both looked away.
"Do you think we could go be alone for a few minutes?" I asked as I turned my attention back to Phil. "We haven't really been able to talk or see each other all night."
"I would've agreed without the kiss but I'm glad I got one anyway," he replied as he slid his hand from around my back and then grabbed mine.
I'm not sure if anyone saw us walking away and I didn't really care. My eyes were fixated on how great his ass looked in the jeans he was wearing.
We squeezed by a few people in the hallway and he opened his bedroom door before pulling me inside. I barely had a chance to take a breath before I found my back pressed against the door and Phil's lips pressed against mine. He didn't hesitate to slip his tongue past my lips as his body pressed against me. His mouth tasted even more delicious than usual because of whatever he'd been drinking.
I'm glad that he knew when I said 'talk' I actually meant make out until we were both blue in the face.
My arms were wrapped around him and I slid one of them to his chest, dragging my fingertips down his torso until I felt the leather on his belt. I fanned my fingers out so I could grab it and I started undoing it as I kissed him more aggressively.
I had more than kissing him on my mind, and the alcohol made me bold enough to act on it.
I moved my other arm from around him so that I could unbutton and unzip his trousers but my movements stopped when his lips left mine. I opened my eyes to see that he was looking between our bodies, down at my hands as he breathed heavily.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again and gently moving my hands away. "Carmen, as much as I want to let you continue doing that. You're drunk and I don't want you to do something you regret."
Regret it? Are you kidding me? You're the only guy I've ever wanted to do anything like this with! I've been in love with you for six bloody years!
Strange how alcohol could give you the courage to try and pounce on someone. I think it would take an entire brewery for me to admit all of that to him though.
I know enough about guys to know that they scare easy - you can't go and tell them stuff like that. I wanted to tell him, because I wanted him to know, but all of this was so new to him and the last thing I wanted to do was scare him off by admitting how I felt about him.
How I've felt about him for all of these years.
"I won't regret it," I said sheepishly, looking down at his chest and back up at him again. Because I'm in love with you.
He gave me that incredibly cute Phil smile of his before he leaned in and kissed my lips again but pulled away far too quickly. "If I were to be your first I would not do it after you've been drinking and while there are quite a few people right outside the door. I think you deserve better than that."
I grinned at him. That was so cute and sweet. Bloody hell. I felt all warm inside and just. I sighed.
"Well," I turned to the side so I could see his door and I found the lock, twisting it until it clicked. "That doesn't mean we can't do other stuff," I said once I was looking at him again. "I might be drunk but I know what I'm doing and I know what I want. And I want you." I put my hands on his torso, gripped his jumper and stood on the tip of my toes so that I could kiss him again, slowly backing him away from the door.
"Other stuff?" he mumbled against my lips as his arms wrapped around my waist.
"Other stuff," I repeated, pulling away from him even though I didn't really want to. We were standing by his bed now and I tilted my head before a big grin curved my lips.
"I want to show you how bad I want you," I told him as I slowly backed away from him, then stepped out of my shoes. "And how I could do anything with you and not regret it."
I grabbed the end of my baggy jumper and pulled it over my head then tossed it to the side before I started tugging my leggings off so that I was left in my bra and panties.
I did a slow spin in front of him so he could see how I looked.
When I was facing him again I saw that he was literally staring at me with his mouth hanging open. "Oh dear Lord," he said in a deeper voice than usual as his eyes trailed down my body. "I think I like what was under your outfit much better."
"Well I hope you like what's under these," I said as I started tugging my underwear off of my hips without looking away from him. Once they were off I folded them up and moved over to his dresser, giving him a shot of my bum as I opened up one of the drawers and put them away for him to keep.
I turned back around and put my arms behind my back to I could unhook my bra. "And this," I said as I pulled it off and tossed it on the floor with my jumper and leggings.
I grinned at him as I moved towards him, but instead of going to him, I went to his bed and crawled across it.
"Bloody hell," he breathed, his voice sounding like he was struggling to get the words out. "Carmen. You are killing me here." He used his hands to gesture towards his crotch where there was a very noticeable bulge. "See! This is so unfair!" he laughed as he brought his hands up to the sides of his face and held it as he stood there staring at me. "Fuck. You are so gorgeous."
I rested my back against his headboard and looked up at him, grinning like I was doing something bad. "I told you I wanted to show you how much I want you," I told him as I trailed my fingertips between my breasts, over my stomach and finally between my legs.
I spread them apart slightly and rubbed my fingers against my clit, my eyes still on him. I moaned a little and licked my lips. "Mmmm. It feels good. But I know it would feel better if it were you touching me," I told him as my head fell back. "I wish it were you."
I brought one of my hands to my tits and cupped it as I continued slowly stroking my clit with my fingertips. "Do you want me?" I whispered.
He sort of looked like he was in some kind of trance. His eyes were wide and he was staring at me. He nodded slowly. "There's not much I can think of other than how it'd feel to be inside of you right now," he informed me as he stepped forward and then kneeled onto the bed.
His eyes trailed from my hand between my legs up to my face again as he crawled forward until he was nearly between my legs. He sat on his knees and bit down on his bottom lip as his hands touched my ankles. They slid slowly up my leg and then stopped at my knees before he nudged my legs further apart.
He moved them off of me, disappointing me immediately, and I watched as he removed his sweater and threw it across the room. He then very quickly unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning then unzipping his jeans. "Do you want to see how badly I want you?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as he looked at me.
I bit down on my bottom lip as I moaned and nodded at him. "The only thing I want more than that, is you," I whispered. "Show me," My eyes traveled from his, down his torso to the bulge in his pants and I pressed my fingertips harder against my clit before sliding one down and slipping it inside of myself.
"Mmmm," I breathed, moving my legs further apart, giving him an even better view of what I was doing to myself.
I could've sworn I saw his body actually shiver a bit when I moaned. I continued watching him as he slid his hand into his boxers and pulled out his cock.
Bloody hell. Phil was quite impressive and very, very hard.
I watched as his fingers wrapped around the base of it and he slowly moved his hand up and then down again, stroking himself at the same speed I was now moving my finger inside myself.
I slowly slid my finger out and he watched my every move as I brought it up to my lips so I could taste myself. I licked my finger before I slowly sucked it into my mouth, sucking my juice off of it.
I leaned forward, sitting on my knees, pulling my finger out of my mouth and brushed my lips against his before I kissed him deeply. "How does that taste?" I whispered against his lips before I trailed them against his cheek, over his jawline and into his neck. I sucked his skin into my mouth and gently bit down before I started to lean back again, watching him as I let my hand roam back down my body and between my legs once more.
He let out one of the sexiest sounding moans I had ever heard. I had never seen that look in his eyes before. I could see how much he wanted me without having to look at the movement of his hand which had increased in speed at this point. "I'm not sure," he responded, leaning forward. He reached out and his fingers wrapped around my wrist before he pulled my hand away from myself and I watched as he brought my wet fingers to his lips and kissed the tips of them.
He licked his lips and his eyes closed as he moaned in approval before taking my fingers into his mouth and sucking them for a moment. He released them and placed my hand between my legs before leaning back and grinning. "You taste delicious," he informed me as his left hand began caressing my thigh while his right hand pumped faster on his cock.
I moaned again and pressed my fingers firmer against my clit, stroking circles against it, still not taking my eyes away from him and what he was doing. "I can't wait to feel you," I told him with a shaky voice. "I want you so bad," I moaned, my teeth clamping down on my bottom lip again.
I had never wanted anything more than I wanted him. I wanted to feel him, to touch him, kiss him.
"Mmm, Phil," I breathed, gripping his blanket before patting it. "Come here.'
He didn't hesitate at all. He crawled over to where I was patting the bed but instead of lying or sitting there, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine and kissed me in a way I'm sure I have never been kissed. He moaned as his tongue moved against mine and I continued moving my fingers on my clit loving the fact that he was kissing me and I could smell his amazing cologne which always made me want to do what I was doing anyway.
His lips moved from mine to my cheek then down my jaw and I felt one of his hands on my thigh again. As his lips moved down my neck, his hand moved down my inner thigh until his fingers made contact with my hand. "I think I can handle things from here," he whispered as he pulled back to look down at me and moved my hand away.
I felt his fingertips barely sliding over my pussy before his fingertips pressed against my clit. His eyes were focused on my face as he began moving them in circles applying the perfect amount of pressure like he knew exactly what I needed from him. "I'm sorry. I just have to touch you," he whispered, his voice deeper than usual and absolutely dripping with desire.
"Mmm. I love the way you touch me. Don't be sorry," I panted, gripping the blanket again. I shifted my eyes away from his to the hand that was wrapped around his cock and I moved my other hand towards it. I slid it around the base and he moved his hand away so that I could touch him too.
"Does that feel good?" I asked after moving my hand up and down a few times. I'd never done anything like this before, but watching him gave me an idea of what I was supposed to be doing. "Because what you're doing feels so-" my breath got caught in my throat as another moan escaped my lips. "-so good."
He bit down on his bottom lip and his eyes fell shut for a second while he moaned. "It feels a little too good," he whispered, grinning at me when he opened his eyes again. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against mine as he sped up the movement of his fingers on my clit. "I wish I could be inside of you," he whispered before pressing his lips against mine. "But feeling you like this is fucking amazing as well."
He leaned back again and I saw his eyes trail down to watch the movement of my hand on his dick. I heard another moan come from his lips which obviously meant I was doing well. His fingers began moving faster on my clit and his hand wrapped around mine, tightening my grip on his cock. "I want you to cum for me, Carmen," he told me, another moan escaping his throat which was much louder than the others. "Let me feel you cum on my fingers."
I could feel my body tensing up and my back arched, causing my hips to rise against his fingers as I moaned. "Phil," I panted, my grip tightening even more against his cock and the cover beside me. I could feel myself cumming so quickly and I couldn't even tell him, all I could do was pant and move my hips against his fingers, grinding against them until my entire body started shaking and my eyes fell shut for the first time in a long time.
My body was tingling and I felt numb as I lifted my eyelids again, breathing heavily as I looked up at him, my hand still sliding up and down his cock.
"Fuck. You are so hot," he breathed, his voice sounding shaky. His hand moved from my pussy, up my stomach, and over my tits while I continued moving my hand on his length. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his hand moving down to my thigh and gripping it. My hand moved up his length one more time before I felt him twitch against my palm and he moaned loudly as he started to cum, managing to cover my hand with it but I honestly didn't care. Watching him was so fucking sexy.
"Holy hell," he breathed, moving his hand off of my thigh to rub down his face. He looked down at my hand and laughed lightly. "Sorry about that," he apologized as he leaned over to his nightstand and grabbed a kleenex. I watched as he cleaned off my hand and then threw the kleenex away before he leaned down and kissed my lips. "You are a dangerous woman, Carmen. But I love it," he whispered between kisses.
I giggled against his lips and moved to sit up on my elbows. "I told you that I wanted you," I smiled at him and sat up all the way. "And that we could do anything and I would never regret it. I hope you believe me now," I said, leaning in to press another kiss against his soft lips.
"Mmm, well, I do believe you now," he said quietly before kissing me again. Apparently I wasn't the only one who enjoyed kissing. "The only thing I'm going to regret is having to walk out of this room instead of keeping you in here all to myself for the rest of the night."
Dan's POV
Let me tell you guys something.
Lydia Morrison is a fucking minx.
No, you don't understand.
All bloody night she has been teasing the FUCK out of me.
Finding cute little ways to caress me, gently stroking my neck and thighs anytime that we got to sit next to each other, rubbing her ass against me in passing, only to look over her shoulder at me and give me that sexy, evil grin of hers, whispering saucy things in my ear..
And now? She's sitting on my bloody lap, slowly grinding her hips in against mine as she chats me up about how much fun she's having at the party Phil and I were hosting.
It had taken a lot of self control not to act on anything - but my self control was wearing thin.
We had been able to find a few minutes to be alone from mingling with my guests and we were sitting on the couch watching people talk amongst themselves, dance around, makeout under the different assortments of mistletoe I had hung up, and generally act stupid because they've had a little too much eggnog.
She was whispering something in my ear about how much she liked the Christmas lights and I could feel my dick throbbing. She didn't even have to say anything sexual at this point - the feel of her breath against my ear was more than enough to get me going.
I was listening, but not really, if that makes any sense as I let my hand, which had been on her knee, move generously up her thigh until it was hidden under her jumper and pressed between her legs.
I curled my fingers against the thin fabric of her leggings and rubbed them against the heat radiating from between them. "Two can play that game, Lydia," I whispered against her ear before nipping at her earlobe and then placing a kiss just below it.
I heard her breath catch in her throat and her fingers which were in my hair tugged at it slightly. I felt her thighs squeeze together but that was useless on her part because I could still move my fingers. "So not fair," she whispered, leaning the side of her head against mine. "You're going to make me ruin my panties."
"And this is fair?" I whispered back at her, moving my hips upward so that she could feel the bulge in my pants against her. "Do you feel what you've done to me? I can't focus on anything but how badly I want to ravish you," I growled against her neck.
Instead of responding with some sort of smart ass remark or anything else she could have possibly done. I heard her moan.
She fucking moaned.
That was not helping me at all.
"Then maybe you should ravish me," she replied while intentionally pulling my hair this time and then moving her hips in a slow circle so that her ass was grinding against my already throbbing cock. She moved her head so that her lips were against my ear now. "I'm sorry but the only thing I've been able to think of since I first saw you tonight has been how bad I want you."
Oh fuck me!
I clenched my teeth and my fingers curled harder against the heat between her legs. Lydia was a very bold person - but I knew that she was drunk. Which was part of the reason I had been so forgiving for everything she had been doing to me all night. But it was getting very, very hard to bear.
"Don't think for one second that I don't want to," I responded. "But you're drunk and as drunk as I might be too, I'm not the sexual predator at the party, kind of drunk person."
She leaned back so that I could see her face and she was grinning at me. "That is incredibly sweet of you. Thank you for being such a gentleman," she replied and for a second I thought that she was going to accept my response and stop torturing me. Instead she leaned in closer to me and lowered her voice to a whisper. "But I'm not that drunk and if you want to call either of us a sexual predator here, it's me. I'm not asking you to fuck me. Though that would be nice," she smirked. "I just want you to touch me," she said as she leaned closer until her lips pressed against mine and of course it wasn't just a peck. It was one of the kisses I'd gotten from her the night when I found myself with an erection that would not die.
Okay. That was enough.
I pulled away from her and cleared my throat. "I need to have a word with you in my room," I told her, nodding my head towards the hallway before moving to stand.
She didn't say anything back, but stood up from my lap and headed towards my bedroom, me following behind her because I'd rather not let the entire party see the bulge in my pants.
We walked into my room and I closed the door behind myself as she turned around in the middle of the room to face me with the cutest worried expression on her face.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me," she shrugged and bit down on her bottom lip. "It's just that ever since you kissed me the other night I can't get it out of my head." I stepped closer to her to close the distance between us but she kept talking. "I can't get you out of my head and you look so fucking hot tonight. I know I'm totally probably getting on your nerves and being weird and I'm just-"
I silenced her words with my lips as I kissed her deeply, wrapping my arms around her as I backed her towards my bed. I slid my hands down her back and onto her ass and squeezed it as I bit down on her bottom lip, tugging at it as I pulled away. "Do I look annoyed?" I asked, but didn't give her a chance to respond before I started kissing her again.
Somehow I missed my bed completely and had her back up against a wall in my room. I pulled away from her and studied her face as I stood there with my torso pressed against her, breathing heavily. "I don't want to do anything that you don't want me to do - so if you want me to stop touching you, please tell me."
"Trust me, I'm not going to want you to stop touching me," she whispered, looking up at me before she moved her hand up to the back of my neck to pull me back down to kiss her. "Wait," she stopped, putting her hands against my chest and pushing me back a bit to put some distance between us. For a second I thought she decided she didn't want anything.
I realized I was wrong when she quickly removed her sweater, tossing it over my head and then kicked her shoes off. "Should I remove anything else?" she asked, an eyebrow raised as she smirked at me with her hands on her hips.
Bloody hell.
I didn't know how to answer that question before I felt kind of like it could have been a potential trap. Of course I wanted her to get naked, but I wasn't going to be the one to say it.
So instead of saying yes or no, I shrugged then grabbed the bottom of my jumper and pulled it over my head before tossing it behind me. "Should I?" I countered, raising an eyebrow back at her as my eyes traveled over her body.
"You're asking the one who's been molesting you all night?" she asked, laughing. "Damn, you look good shirtless. But, I'd rather see you naked," she grinned as she reached behind herself. A few seconds later I saw her bra falling down her shoulders before she let it fall to the floor.
Since I didn't have a bra to take off, I studied the way she looked as I stepped out of my shoes and tugged at my belt. Once I got it undone, I didn't even have to unbutton my pants for them to start falling off of my hips. I let them fall to my ankles and stepped out of them as well as my eyes traveled over her.
I had no idea what was about to happen. But my body was fucking ready.
"Do you have any idea of how sexy you are?" she asked as she began sliding her leggings along with her panties down her legs. She stood upright and grinned at me, biting her lip.
She walked towards me quickly closing the space between us until our bodies were nearly touching. Her eyes looked up at my face before she leaned forward and placed a kiss against the middle of my chest. Her hands touched my sides and she slowly slid them down until she got to the sides of my boxers and tugged at them a bit until they fell off of me.
She grinned up at me before she moved back a bit and then pushed me so that I fell back onto my bed. As I was sitting up she was coming towards me and she straddled my lap before grabbing my face and kissing me again.
I returned the kiss as I slid my hands up her thighs and onto her ass, squeezing it once more before I trailed my hands back to her knees. I pulled away so that I could see her face and I probably had the biggest, most ridiculous grin on my lips.
I then let my eyes roam from hers, down her body and to her pussy and back up again. She was on my thighs only a few inches away from my cock. I could feel her heat though, and it wasn't doing me any favors.
"You're going to drive me mental," I said in a low voice as I moved my left hand from her knee and to my crotch, groping my dick. I bit down on my bottom lip and started moving my hand up and down my length, my eyes still trailing all over her. I slid my right hand down her thigh and between her legs and gently caressed my fingertips against her pussy.
Oh fuck. She was so wet.
"Mmm," I purred, looking back up into her eyes. "I see I must have been torturing you as well," I said, pressing my fingers firmer against her clit.
Her mouth opened and of course she had one of the sexiest moans I had ever heard. "Fuck yes, you were," she whispered, her eyes fixated on my hand moving on my cock. She leaned in closer and pressed her lips hard against mine as her hand moved down and I felt her fingertips wrap around the middle of my shaft while my hand was at the base. "If you get to touch me I think I should get to touch you," she whispered against my lips after breaking the kiss.
"That's only fair," I responded, my voice hardly above a whisper. I removed my hand from my dick completely and slid it around her to the small of her back as I let my fingertips smooth against her clit. I studied her face and the way she reacted to the way I was touching her.
I had never done anything like this before - and I never would have thought how bloody hot it could be. I had a lot of thoughts and desires hitting me at once.
I wanted to watch her face, I wanted to take in her body, I wanted to watch her small hand stroke my cock, I wanted to watch my fingers work against her pussy, I wanted to kiss her, and with each passing second, I wanted to be inside of her more and more; I wanted to ravish her.
I bit down on my bottom lip, my eyes switching around from all of the things that were happening. "Fuck," I grunted, staring into her eyes, my hand slipping around her and tightening on her hip.
"Dan," she moaned my name, tilting her head back for a second as she pushed her hips forward to grind against my hand. She looked at me again, tightening her grip on my cock and moving her hand a bit faster. "I can't wait to feel you inside me," she whispered as she moved her free hand to the back of my neck to hang on to me. Her eyes moved down to her hand moving up and down on my cock and then she looked up at me and grinned. "It's probably going to be a bit of a tight fit though," she managed to say quickly before another moan escaped her lips which was quite loud but I honestly didn't give a fuck if anyone heard her at that point.
I slid one of my fingers inside of her and curled it upwards as I massaged against her gspot and she got even more wet. "Mmmm," I moaned, looking up at her face to see her reaction. "You're so fucking wet," I told her, moving my finger a little faster inside of her. "I wish I were inside of you," I breathed against her throat before grazing my teeth against it and tilting my head so that I could kiss her neck.
I sucked her flesh between my teeth and then slid my tongue against it as I moved up to her ear. Breathing heavily against it and nipping at her earlobe. "You're so fucking hot, Lydia," I whispered. I trailed my lips back down her neck and onto her shoulder where I started kissing it.
I pulled back and looked at her face again, sliding my finger out of her and pressing the tip against her clit in circles. "I want you."
"I want you too," she practically whimpered, her entire body starting to shake at this point. "So bad."
Her hand moved off of my dick which left me really fucking confused for a second. I looked down to see what she was doing just as she moved my hand away from her pussy. She slipped two of her fingers inside of herself and moaned as she slipped them out and then over her clit. She then moved her hand back to my cock and when I felt how wet her hand was I realized what she had been doing and nearly came right there.
She grinned up at me while biting her bottom lip as her hand gripped my cock tighter and started moving even faster than before.
She had to be the minxiest virgin on the fucking planet. Mother fuck. Who does this!?
I moaned and my fingertips were pressed that much harder against her clit and my movement sped up to keep the pace that she had on my cock. "You're going to make me cum," I whispered, biting on my bottom lip. "I want you to cum with me," I breathed against her neck before kissing it again. I was leaning in against her, holding onto her tightly so that she didn't fall off of me as I dug my fingers against her now swollen clit.
"Oh my God," she moaned, her fingernails digging into the back of my neck and her grip on my cock tightening even more. Her body started to shake harder and her hips were grinding against my hand. "I'm gonna cum," she whispered quickly. She gasped loudly and I watched as her mouth fell open but no sound came out while her entire body went completely tense. Finally she let out a very, very loud moan followed by her moaning my name softly over and over as her body trembled. Her eyes had stayed open and focused on mine the entire time which was something I had never experienced with anyone.
After hearing and seeing that - it took about two more strokes and I was left in the same condition as her. My body tensed up and my head fell forward, resting against her shoulder, my cum spilling onto her hand as I caught my bread.
"That," I panted, raising my head after a few seconds, "Was brilliant," I laughed, raising my hand to move her hair away from her eyes.
I reached behind me and grabbed a shirt that was on my bed so that she could use it to wipe up the mess I had made on her knuckles. Thankfully it was white - though, it could have been my Christmas jumper and I wouldn't have cared at that point.
"Thank you," she said, laughing as I wiped her hand clean. She was still shaking and she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. "I'm pretty sure I have never had an orgasm that intense. Ever. Holy shit." She leaned in and kissed my lips softly, lingering there for a second before pulling back and laughing again. "I thought you were bringing me in here to tell me to back the fuck up
but I was very pleasantly surprised."
I laughed and shook my head. "Why would I do that?" I asked then rolled my eyes. "Well, I know why I would do that but," I tilted my head and shrugged. "It's not like I wasn't enjoying it, it was just getting a bit... out of hand. I figured we would come in here and make out again. But I was pleasantly surprised."
"Well, we did make out. We just happened to add touching each other's goodies into the act of making out," she shrugged, grinning. "And I will do my best to control myself next time we're at a party. I think. I hope. Maybe."
Ugh. The party.
My face probably fell. Actually I knew that it did and I quickly began explaining why. "Sorry, I just remembered that there's a party going on," I laughed. "We should probably get back to it, yeah?" I asked tilting my head a bit. "Although, I wouldn't mind just remaining like this." I grinned up at her.
She poked her bottom lip out. "Dammit. I forgot too," she sighed. "I suppose we should go back." She held onto my shoulders to help herself climb off of me and I watched as she walked away from me to grab her clothes. "Look on the bright side though," she said as she looked over her shoulder at me. "I'm spending the night here." She bent over giving me a fucking amazing view while she picked up her clothes.
I watched her until she stood upright and then joined her in getting dressed again.
It didn't take that long, although we both did stop to check our appearances in the mirror because neither of us wanted anyone else to know that we had just come back here to pull a quickie.
Would you consider that a quickie?
Hmmm.
Once we both had our hair sorted and we didn't look like we'd both been having orgasms we were ready to rejoin the party.
She walked into the hallway and I followed behind her and at the same time, Phil and Carmen were leaving Phil's room.
Hmmmm.
They'd disappeared just before Lydia and I had...
"Oh, hey guys," Carmen adjusted her glasses and waved at us.
Lydia looked over at them, looked up at me, looked at them again, then looked at me before she cracked up laughing. Apparently her thoughts had gone the same direction mine had.
"What's so funny?" Phil asked, looking down at himself to see if he was who she was laughing at.
"Yeah..." Carmen also looked down at herself and then brought her hands to her hair, smoothing them over it.
That only made me more suspicious of what they had been doing.
"I'm not laughing," I shrugged, but I had a grin on my face. "Were you showing Carmen your Poke'balls?" I asked, raising a brow at Phil.
Lydia started laughing even harder.
"Oh bloody hell," Phil laughed, shaking his head. Obviously he understood I knew they'd been doing something interesting in there.
"Dan was just showing me his wand," Lydia informed them as she managed to make herself stop laughing. She cleared her throat. "He needed someone to help him polish it properly."
"Oh," Carmen tilted her head at Lydia's response, nodding at her. "Did you give it a spit shine?" she asked with a straight face.
"Nah," she shook her head. "I just used a good rubbing technique."
"Is this conversation actually happening right now?" Phil asked me, laughing at the two of them.
"Oh yeah it is," I answered, laughing along with him. "Did you give Phil's a spitshine?" I asked Carmen, wiggling my eyebrows at her.
"I would never spit on Phil's wand," Carmen said seriously as she grabbed Lydia's arm. "Let's go get some eggnog and mingle." The two of them pranced down the hallway and back to the party while Phil and I watched them.
"I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave," I said with my head tilted, my eyes on Lydia's ass until I couldn't see it anymore.
I looked over at Phil and he was doing the same thing but obviously looking at Carmen's ass. "Same," he agreed and looked over at me.
"So did you deflower Carmen?" I asked as I looked back at him. I don't know what they were doing in there, but I know the were up to something. You don't just disappear from a party for half an hour for no reason.
"No," he laughed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not a big enough asshole to take her virginity during a party while she's drunk," he replied. "But I can't lie and say it wasn't difficult not to. How about you? Did you capture Lydia's virility?" he laughed.
I started laughing at the reference Phil made to that video of Cry reading that horrific fanfiction. "Believe it or not, Phil, I'm not a big enough ass to do that either," I replied. "She's a saucy virgin though, I'll tell you that much."
Whew. If she's like that now and she's never had the D - I could only imagine how she'd be after.
"Well, that's another thing those two have in common," he said, his eyes getting wide. "Trust me."
"Oh I trust you alright." I laughed.
We finally made it to the end of the hall and the first thing I saw was PJ with his arms over his head and Chris with his arms wrapped around PJ, humping his hip and trying to kiss him, and Bryony standing a few feet away recording their insanity.
"Dan! Help me!" Chris yelled. "He keeps resisting and all I want him to do is have a sensation!"
"Oh I'm sure he's having loads of sensations right now," I laughed.
I scanned the room looking for where Lydia and Carmen might have run off to and finally spotted both of them. They were standing together in the kitchen talking to Jack and Finn. It was a bit of a mind fuck having two sets of twins at the party.
"Awwww!" I heard Lydia say before she reached forward and wrapped her arms around Jack's shoulders to hug him.
"Looks like those two are getting along," Phil spoke up and I looked over to see him standing next to me with a beer held out for me.
I took the beer from him, giving him a disapproving look in the process. "Yeah? Well Carmen doesn't look too shy around Finn right now." I only said it to annoy him, because I remembered her saying something about wanting to make a Jack and Finn sandwich, or something horrific to that nature.
We both stood there watching them like lions ready to defend their fucking territory or something.
Carmen started laughing about something and nodded before sitting her drink down. Then Finn turned around and Carmen hopped on his back. What the fuck? She wrapped her arms around him and squealed as he began walking around with her like that.
I looked over at Phil to see that he had this look of pure raging jealousy on his face. I was half expecting him to snarl.
"Yes!" I heard Lydia say which pulled my attention back to her right as she hopped on Jack's back to do the same thing. "Yaaay!" she laughed, latching onto him while peeking over his shoulder with her face against his.
"What's that I see?" Phil pulled my attention away and I looked over at him. "Do I see some jealousy going on in those eyes of yours?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. "I think that plan to not get attached because of distance is going down the drain."
I gave him a dirty look. I would say that I was surprised to hear Phil being sassy, but he's been one sass ball for the last couple of weeks. "Like you aren't jealous," I scoffed and shifted my eyes back towards Lydia, who was still on Jack's back; though now Jack and Finn and Lydia and Carmen were getting their pictures taken by Carrie, Bryony, and Ben. They all looked so bloody cozy together. I took a long swig of my beer and tried to look away from them.
"Oh I am," Phil replied looking over at them like I was. "But I've been open about my feelings for Carmen so that's not a big deal."
"What feelings for her?" I laughed, looking over at him again.
He looked at me like I was stupid. "Did you really not believe me when I told you I was in love with her that night? I was serious, Dan."
"No... How was I supposed to take that serious?" I laughed again. "You were drunk and hello, how bloody random would that even be?"
Actually, thinking about it, stranger things have happened. "Plus, I've never claimed to be in love with Lydia, but we both know that I like her, so I don't know why I have to say it out loud when it's obvious, and we both know I'm jealous in general," I shrugged at him.
"I just wanted you to say it out loud," he smirked at me and laughed. "But I'm sure you've noticed that she likes you a lot as well. She's probably never told you but I happen to know that she was definitely a danisnotonfire fangirl before you met her."
"I knew that." Well, I didn't know she could have been classified as a fangirl, but I knew she'd seen all of my videos, because she told me that. I also knew that Carmen was in love with Phil, but since bestfriend code said I couldn't tell him, well, I couldn't tell him. "Does Carmen know that you're in love with her?" I asked, making air quotes with my fingers.
He cleared his throat and took a sip of his beer. "She knows that I have feelings for her, yes. But I don't want to blurt something like that out and scare her off."
"Guess what!" Jack came galloping over to us with Lydia still on his back and along beside him came Finn with Carmen still on his. "We're doing a video together. Double twins! It's going to be too much for the world to handle," Lydia giggled and petted the top of Jack's
hair.
"It's going to be awesome!" Carmen laughed, then squealed because Finn bucked his hips back, causing her to jolt upward and cling tighter to him.
"Sorry, you were falling," Finn laughed. "It is going to be awesome though. I can't wait to film it."
"That's.. awesome," I smiled, trying to sound as enthusiastic as they all did. "When are you guys going to do that? Will you need any help?"
"This week sometime, right ladies?" Jack spoke up and tilted his head to look up at Lydia.
"I don't think we'll need any help. We've got two people who do the youtube thing. Three if you count me," Finn added.
"Well, we look forward to seeing it," Phil replied with a fake smile though I'm not sure if it was obvious to them or not that it was fake.
"I need to run to the ladies room, sir," Lydia told Jack before hopping off of him. "Thanks for the ride," she laughed as she straightened out her jumper. She had to walk behind me to get to the bathroom and I felt her grab my pinky for a second as she passed by.
"Great party, by the way," Jack told me as he straightened up his stance.
"Yeah? Thanks," I responded.
"It was totally Lydia's idea," Carmen informed Jack. "Well the theme and the solo cups."
"Lydia's the dog's bollocks," Jack laughed. "So insane that you have a twin! I never knew it!"
"I didn't either!" Carmen laughed loudly. "Okay I need down from here so I can go get my eggnog," she told Finn as she moved her hips up and down. I wondered if she realized that it looked like she was humping him. Probably not, as she was drunk.
"You're all done with the twin piggy back ride? Fine then!" Finn laughed and leaned back so she could step off of him.
"I feel so abandoned," Jack laughed, talking to Finn. He looked back over at us. "You two are lucky, yeah? Getting to hang out with them all the time. They're funny and very nice to look at."
"Oh yeah," Finn nodded. "They are well good," he glanced over his shoulder at Carmen then back at us. "We're going to have to steal them from you guys. Maybe we can make a series. Twins Tuesday or something," he nudged Jack.
You know, I always liked Jack and Finn. They're funny guys. But right now my jealousy made me not like them very much.
I wanted to give Jack an enormous gap between his teeth and bloody his face a bit, and then kick Finn's asshole up and between his shoulder blades for looking at Carmen on Phil's behalf.
Carmen was back over by us before either of us had a chance to respond to what they were saying. "Did I miss anything?" she asked, dancing around in place with her cup.
"Nah, but we missed you," Finn said as he reached over and put an arm around Carmen's shoulders.
If I had laser shooting eyeballs Finn would have been very holey very quickly.
"Where's my twin?" Jack asked, looking towards where Lydia walked off a couple of minutes before.
I felt Phil's eyes on me and I knew he was looking for my reaction.
"Hey sexuals! Did I miss anything?" Lydia asked as she appeared from behind me.
"Oh my God, you two are so identical," Jack laughed and moved towards Lydia. "You missed some important twin business," he said as he put his arm around her shoulder. "Finn actually came up with a video series idea called Twins Tuesday. Let me fill you in."
"Twins Tuesday?" Carmen looked up at Finn. "The hell is that?"
"Ah, you missed that part of the conversation. Let's discuss it, yeah?" he offered, leading her away with Jack and Lydia.
I watched them for a few seconds and then looked over at Phil, who was still looking in their direction. "What in the actual fuck, just happened?"
"Well, we stood here looking like total idiots while the super attractive twins stole our incredibly sexy twins to go flirt with them a bit more. Cheers to us being awesome," he said sarcastically before turning up his beer.
