Hello to anyone who is still following. After what feels like forever I have finally written a new chapter. I am terribly sorry for such a long wait, but if anyone is still following this story I hope you enjoy, this is one of the longest chapters I have wrote so far, all mistakes are mine :)
Spencer's POV
A week has passed since Emily and I were almost caught by Hanna. There has been two more meetings between Miss Fields and I. Two very hot, sweaty, passionate moments that will forever be embedded in my mind.
The first 'meeting' was only two days after our initial 'almost found out' encounter. It came as a surprise as she knocked loudly on my door at five in the afternoon, grabbing my attention immediately. The second I opened the door she pushed passed me, grabbing my wrist along the way. She told me to come and I did willingly, letting her tug me up the stairs to my bedroom. She stopped me at the end of the bed, letting my wrist go before stripping down rather quickly, my body not being able to react fast enough as she laid down on my bed. At first she was on her hands and knees, her ass on full display for my hungry eyes. The sight was lost as quickly as it appeared as she flipped onto her back; an even better sight coming into view. She spread her legs slowly, my eyes widened with every inch they separated. She told me to look at her and it took me a few seconds to will my eyes away from the place I wanted most. Her eyes were as dark as her raven hair, a fierceness behind them making it hard for me to blink, let alone look away from her.
"I think you owe me something Spencer." She said, her voice raspy and low as she raised an eyebrow at me. My body shuddered, too turned on to stop my legs from shaking. She moved her finger in a 'come hither' motion, and I willingly complied in an instant, crawling on top of her as fast as I could. My lips pressed to hers a second after, moving against each other until we were both breathless. I sat up on my knees and started to pull my shirt off but she grabbed my hands before I could complete the motion.
"Leave it on, I want hard, fast, dirty sex, Miss Hastings." She said, repeating her exact words from two days ago, only the roles had reversed. I released my shirt and leaned in to kiss her once more. As I moved in she leaned away.
"What did I just say?" She said evenly, her slight smirk took away from the slightly demanding tone she used as she spoke.
She lightly shoved on my shoulders until I was lying between her legs, my head hovering over her stomach. Her fingers laced their way into my hair as she lightly pushed, persuading me closer to the place she wanted me most. I pushed against her hand, hovering over her drenched core but never touching. I began to bite and kiss her inner thigh instead, getting a grunt of frustration to leave Emily's lips. She pressed a bit harder on the back of my head, her hips slightly rising off the bed. I giggled at the action and held put, keeping my lips from touching her most sensitive spot. She released my hair and slightly sat up on her elbow, the other hand coming down to tilt my chin up, making me look up at her. Our eyes met and my mouth dropped slightly open. Her lips were swollen and bruised from our previous make out session, a small hickie noticeable just below her jaw line and her eyes were glazed over in what looked like unshed tears. I hadn't realized she was that turned on, my teasing nearly pushing her to the point of crying. Her fingers continued to rest under my chin as her thumb came up to run across my bottom lip a few times. Her breathing was choppy, her chest rising and falling unevenly, her body already too worked up. I internally laughed at the effect I had on her. The fingers slightly sitting under my jaw began to press, pulling me towards her core.
"Please, Spencer. I need you." She shuddered out the last words as I finally ran my tongue through her drenched folds. Her first moan was high pitched, let out almost like a gasp at the shock of the sudden stimulation. The second coming out all breathy and broken as I started to set a maddening pace. I lifted my hands off the mattress and placed them on her thighs, the muscles there shaking with each hard stroke of my tongue. It didn't take long at all until she was gripping the sheets and moaning my name into the empty room. I held her thighs in place as she came undone, making them shake even more violently beneath my palms. Just feeling the quivers and shudders of her body was almost enough to make me come. It became too much near the end, her hands coming down to lightly push on my forehead. I had crawled up her body and placed a kiss on her forehead before placing a few chaste ones upon her lips. Although the moment wasn't long it was bliss. Just a small passing moment as I rested my head upon her shoulder and breathed in her personal scent. A beautiful moment that was ended just as quickly as it had begun. Emily slid off the bed, getting dressed in record time. I felt a pang in my chest as I saw her slide her shoes on. She seemed to notice and leaned onto the bed, placing a few small kisses on my lips.
"My parents are due home in fifteen. Trust me, if that wasn't the case I would not be leaving right now. Promise." She said sweetly, placing a couple more kisses on my lips before leaving.
Emily's POV
It's been a week since I almost got Spencer caught; and every day since then I have gotten a message from Olivia. Every time I send a reply of 'I'm busy' or, 'not tonight' a wave of guilt rushes over me. Not about Spencer though, about Olivia herself. I shouldn't be feeling this way about Miss Hastings but I just can't help myself. From the minute I first saw her there has just been this thing about her that has drawn me in. Something that just wants me to find out all there is to know about her, what she likes, what she dislikes, the types of music she listens to, actors she loves, and actors she loathes. I'm mad at myself for becoming so infatuated so quickly. I'm completely smitten by her and I can't do anything to stop these feelings. I feel bad even replying to Olivia because I feel like Spencer is my new, whatever Olivia was. Both Olivia and I made it very clear that what we were doing, was not dating; and the same goes for Spencer and I. Then why do I feel so guilty?
I had both Jessica (my Ex) and Olivia going at the same time without a single negative thought about it. Yet here I am, a nervous sweat coating my body with every text Olivia sends me. They've become constant now that I've kind of started to ignore her. She used to ask if she could come over twice a week, but after the first rejection that day I went over to Spencer's, she has asked every night of this week. There isn't any subtlety to her texts, she knows what she wants and so do I. Then why aren't I just giving it to her? Any other week I'd be over the moon about even a slight chance that I would be with Olivia, but now, with her practically groveling at my feet, begging me to meet up with her, I can't bring myself to say yes; To let the girl I've been seeing for the past month come over and fuck my brains out.
I want it. Well, at least my body does. Every time I go to say yes, I feel an unfamiliar pain in my heart, and I never end up saying it. I've never felt this way about anyone, but Spencer's making me second guess what I'm actually doing with Olivia and if I should continue it. This is why I don't let my heart come out to play when it comes to stuff like this; because this happens. I'm left at a crossroad that I shouldn't even be at to begin with. I'm feeling guilty for no reason. Neither of them have asked for a relationship, they both know what they are getting in to. Spencer is far from a 'permanent' thing anyway, for all I know she could come to her senses and snap out of her daze and go back to her 'this is so wrong' self. Then what would I have been feeling guilty for? I would have been denying Olivia for what? No. I will not feel guilty about this. They both know what they are getting into and so do I. My heart is not going to ruin something before it even begins. I pick up my mobile phone and click on Olivia's contact.
'I'm free tonight. You should drop by.' – Emily (Sent 4:15PM)
Spencer's POV
The second time came three days after the first. It was my turn to initiate, and I did it in very much the same way as Emily did the first time. I barged into her house, dragging her up to her room and shoving her down onto her bed. I told her to undress as I did the same, both of us naked in a matter of seconds. Our kisses were rough; as were our hands, gripping and scratching at any skin we could get our hands on. It wasn't long until I was kissing and biting every bit of perfectly tan skin I could reach; leaving a few rather large marks along her collar bone, the one from three days ago almost gone. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her thigh coming up between my legs as I hovered over her. My eyes closed in pleasure as I ground down slowly onto her strategically placed limb. My movements grew in speed, but not in satisfaction. I became frustrated with the small amount of pleasure I was getting from my actions and let out a sigh.
"Come here." She said soothingly, making my frustration subside as I leant in and kiss her, more sensual than our kisses before. When we parted she rested her hands on the back of my thighs, lightly pulling at them. I started to move up, wondering what she wanted. I got until I was hovering over her ribs until I stopped, looking down at her with a questioning gaze.
"You look really tired Spence, care to take a seat. On my face?" She said as calmly as she could before she started laughing at her own words. I giggled as well, though the thought of what she wanted me to do still made me blush. Her laughter subsided and she looked up at me with that million dollar smile.
"I'm sorry, I spend too much time on Tumblr." She admitted, her excuse for her previous statement. I return her smile tenfold; how could she be so cute when she's implying such a sexual act?
"Why are you so god damn cute?" I said teasingly, making her swat up at my arm.
I raise an eyebrow at her, as if asking for confirmation of her previous statement. She nodded lightly, sitting up and placing a few kisses on my stomach before laying back down. I swallowed down my nerves to make way for the immense pleasure I am surely about to feel. Once I was hovering over her face she put her hands on my thighs again to hold me in place. Her head turned to the side as she started licking and biting gently at my left thigh; her tongue soft as it drew long strokes against my skin. My muscles jolted with every touch, making my sex throb. I saw what she was doing, because of my teasing last time she was going to return the actions. I groaned out as I tried to press down but her arms were too strong and they held me steady as she turned her head to attack my other thigh.
"P-please just touch me." I whimpered, running my fingers through her hair. She pulled back briefly to answer.
"I am touching you?" she replied, a fake questioning tone in her voice.
"You know what I mean Emily." I groaned, frustration evident in my voice. The raven haired girl smirked up at me, her eyes never leaving mine as she moved closer to where I wanted her most. She stuck her tongue out so I could see what she was about to do; but the action never came. Her tongue never touching my overly heated core.
"Please Emily, p-please." I let out in a defeated tone, just wanting her to give me what I wanted. She finally leant forward, her tongue still avoiding my clit as it drew long strokes along the outside of my folds, lightly sucking at the skin there. I could feel her teasing smirk before I could even see it as I sighed out in frustration once more. I ground down as hard as I could and manage to graze my clit against her top lip, making me moan out. She pulled back before I could repeat the action and smiled up at me.
"What do you want?" she questioned lightly, already knowing the answer. I ran my fingers through her hair once more before I spoke.
"I want your lips, your tongue, your fingers; anything you want to give me. I just want to come so bad. Please Emily." The words had a defeated tone to them, my desperation evident. Just as I finished my sentence, she dove in, sucking on my clit hard the second she made contact. I jolted up, the muscles in my thighs contracted as her relentless pace began. She was good at what she does, her movements precise and confident, getting me to the edge in a matter of minutes. I was so close, my legs were shaking uncontrollably as I teetered on the precipice of what I wanted most. Just as I was about to fall she slowed her pace, making me growl out in anger.
"I swear to g-god if you-"Before I could completely voice my frustration she doubled her pace, even faster than before. I came hard, my whole body shaking as my hands came down to grip hers that were resting on my thighs. I rode it out, my hips gyrating of their own accord as she drew her tongue back; her soft plump lips bringing me down from my high. I let out a content sigh as I slid down her body, resting my head on her chest as I let my breathing calm down. She ran her fingers through my hair and placed a few kisses on my forehead; her lips still damp from her previous actions. I glanced over at her clock to see it was only three O'clock, three hours left until her parents were due home. She turned onto her side, facing me as our legs intertwined with one another. The light shined softly through her window, highlighting her features and making her skin appear as if it were glowing; one of her eyes turning a dark chocolate brown as the light shone into it. In that moment I could not believe how lucky I was to be lying in bed next to this goddess of a being. I smiled at her sweetly and she smiled back.
"You're so beautiful." I complimented, running my fingers through her hair as I placed a few kisses on her lips. Emily blushed at my words and returned the kisses, making the butterflies in my stomach start to flutter once more.
"Have you seen yourself lately? I'm nothing compared to you." She said sweetly, resting a hand on my cheek, her thumb stroking softly at my cheekbone. Our eye contact never wavered as we sat there for what felt like forever.
Forever wasn't long enough as I saw something snap inside her brain as she cleared her throat, withdrawing her hands from my face and looking away from my eyes. Her legs detached from mine as she created some distance between us. I didn't want to push her and decided to stay on my side of the bed as I watched her get up and start getting dressed.
"Did you want a coffee or something?" She said as she pulled her shirt over her head, the last few words muffled by the material.
"A coffee would be great, thank you. Did you need help at all?" I replied, sitting up from my position on the bed.
"Yeah sure, just um, get dressed and I'll be in the kitchen." She answered quickly before leaving the bedroom.
Emily's POV
'I'll be there in five baby, see you soon .' – Olivia (Received 4:16PM)
I put my phone on charge before lying down on my bed, trying to will the guilt away as I waited for Olivia to arrive.
Sure enough the five minutes passed by rather quickly and before I knew it I heard a knock at the door. I took my time getting to it, knowing the waiting would make Olivia even more desperate. I opened the door to instantly being grabbed by Olivia, her lips on mine a second later. She wasn't messing around as she kissed me roughly, biting at my bottom lip every few seconds, her hands already pulling at the bottom of my shirt. She pulls away for a brief second to pull it all the way off before continuing her assault. We slowly make our way up the stairs to my bedroom, Olivia pinning me to the railings every few steps.
She reaches behind me and opens my bedroom door, shoving me down on the bed soon after.
Spencer's POV
I head up to my room to grab some clothes for bed. I make my way over to my drawers and grab some track pants and a shirt out. Moving towards my bedside drawers for some underwear I take my routine look over to Emily's window; only to be greeted with a shocking sight. That woman from a few weeks ago is over again, and she's on top of Emily, practically trying to swallow her whole. So many emotions flow over me at the sight. First is jealousy; why is this woman messing around with Emily, the very same Emily I was with a few days ago doing the exact same thing they are doing right now. Second is Anger; who does this woman think she is, does she not know what Emily and I have been doing, better yet has Emily told her about me. Now the anger has moved on to someone else. I shouldn't be angry at Olivia; I should be angry at Emily. Third is dejection; I feel a pang in my chest and without warning tears start to fall from my eyes. Why did I have to fall for her; she clearly doesn't have any feelings for me, judging by the way she's letting that woman fondle her. I thought we had a moment a few days ago, a pure, adorable, loving moment; but I guess I was wrong. How could I have been so stupid! I opened up, I let this happen; and now I'm just another one of her play things on the side.
It doesn't feel like that though. She's different around me, if how she acted around Jessica is anything to go by. She smiles, genuinely happy with my company. She blushes at my words, as do I hers. She goes from sexy to adorable, and back to sexy again in a matter of seconds without even knowing it. All these little things add up, the quirk of her eyebrow when she asks a question, the curve of her lips when she does that signature smirk of hers, and the way she makes me feel with just a single look. I've become obsessed with this girl over the past few weeks, clinging on to every new quirk I come across, piecing each one together to add to my knowledge of her. It's gotten to feelings now, it's no longer an interest; when I think about her, my head says 'I like her smile', and 'I like her beautiful dark eyes'. There's no other way to put it; I'm falling in like with Emily Fields and there's nothing I can do about it. After all this growth; all these feelings being formed between us, she has the audacity to fall back in to bed with that woman like I mean nothing to her. I know I have to mean something: I see the way she looks at me, the way she caresses my cheek and plays with my hair. In that one moment we shared I saw all of her walls come down; I could see Emily for who she really is, a caring, kind, lovable person; who feels the same way about me as I do her.
If she wants to continue this, she's going to have to come clean. I'm not going to be another one of her play things. If she wants me, it has to be only me that she wants. She must confess her feelings or I'm no longer going to play along with her facade. That's the ultimatum I plan on giving her.
I step away from the window and close my blinds, heading towards the show to clear my mind.
Emily's POV
There it is again, that guilty feeling; now is not the time! Olivia is currently sucking and biting at the expanse of my neck, and instead of pleasure all I feel is pain. Why does my heart have to do this, it's never come in to play before, so why now? With each of Olivia's touches my heart sinks even more, my eyes starting to water.
"Stop it." I whisper to myself, Olivia hearing it too, stopping her actions. She sits up on her elbows and looks down at me; her piercing green eyes not drawing me in like they used to.
"What's wrong?" She asks, a concerned look on her face. I tell her it's nothing, pulling her down for another kiss. The feeling comes back again, stronger this time, a few tears falling from my eyes, hitting my lips soon after. Olivia pulls back again, lightly wiping my tears away with her thumb, kissing the now dry skin.
"Did I do something wrong?" she questions lightly, placing a few more gentle kisses upon my lips. I internally laugh at that because, no. I'm the one doing something wrong. Well technically I'm not but it sure feels that way. I push the feelings away, they still chant and scream, trying to get me to stop but I ignore them. I pull Olivia down for a deep kiss, my tongue dancing with hers.
"I want you to fuck me." I say. Olivia smiles down at me before kissing a trail down from my neck to my hip bones. She spreads my legs slowly, her tongue gentle as it begins to play with my folds. I sigh in frustration. It's not enough. The feelings are coming back. I need more.
"Faster." I state. She doubles her speed, her hands coming up to rest on my thighs. It's not enough.
"More." I moan out, my eyes beginning to tear up again. Olivia complies, entering me with one finger, her thrusts fast and hard. It's still not enough, my brain is still elsewhere, still thinking about Spencer, still thinking about my feelings towards her. Still pushing guilt to the front of my mind. I need more. More to subdue these thoughts, to push away these feelings.
"Please. M-more." I cry out, a few tears falling from my eyes and she enters me with three fingers, thrusting hard and fast. Her pace is relentless and I find myself coming in a matter of minutes, moaning at into the room as I grip on to Olivia as best I can. She makes her way back towards my lips and places a few kisses there before cuddling up next to me.
"Hey Emily." She whispers to get my attention. I turn my head towards her, waiting for her to continue.
"I know it's only been a few months, but they have been the best few months of my life. You truly are a great girl Emily. The perfect girl, really. You're smart, funny, adorable, and obviously the best in bed." She chuckles at her own words, rubbing her thumb soothingly over my cheekbone. Oh no. This can't be happening right now. I can't deal with this right now! She's not going to say what I think she's going to say-
"I think I'm in love with you, Emily Fields."
Well, there we have it. After so many months of being a lazy little shit, I've finally written another chapter. I hope anyone who is still following this story enjoyed it and I hope to get another chapter out soon. Please let me know if I made any mistakes. have a splendid day/evening :D