When they got back to the Bella House they were both still angry. Once inside, Chloe turned to face Beca, eyes flashing with anger and desire. "So, I guess we're gonna 'talk' now?"
Beca was equally angry and frustrated. "Listen Chloe, I don't know what you expect. I fly out here, leave my girlfriend, thinking I'm going to spend a few days with my bestie and you hit me with all this shit about being in love with me? Why now? You had every opportunity to let me know way before this. Why didn't you? I've wanted you for years and you finally come around when I'm in a relationship? Is that what forced your hand? That I might actually fall for someone else and have a chance to be happy?"
Chloe hit back. "What did I expect? Really? I waited for you forever. You couldn't see what was right in front of you. You were too fucking busy building up your walls so nobody could get in. I got exactly what I 'expected', not a goddamn thing. I'm going to bed." She turned and took the stairs two at a time, slamming her bedroom door shut.
Beca stood frozen. She was breathing heavily, clenching and unclenching her fists. That's when she hit her own turning point. She bounded up the stairs after Chloe, throwing open the bedroom door. They stood staring at each other, both trembling with anger, fear, desire, or some combination of all three. The tension between them, built over years of yearning and frustration, snapped.
Chloe grabbed Beca by the lapels of her jacket, dragging it down over her shoulders and pinning her arms to her sides. She jerked her forward roughly and plunged into a frenzied kiss. Beca wriggled free, fisting auburn locks and dragging her in deeper. They tore clothing off, both already slick with sweat and building hunger.
Chloe shoved Beca onto her bed, holding her down, forcing her hips between Beca's legs as Beca pushed her by her shoulders, turning her head away, trying to gain leverage. Chloe bit her neck, just below her ear, thrusting her hips forward, feeling Beca's need on her thighs. Their mouths collided, fierce, wanton, and wet. Beca moaned into Chloe's mouth and gave in, clawing Chloe's back, her craving out of control.
She felt Chloe drive into her, deep and high, without warning. Beca threw her head back, arching into it, her hips canted forward. She drug nails down Chloe's back, reaching her hips and pulling forward, her own hips rising to meet Chloe's. Her eyes were squeezed shut, sparks beneath her lids. She was panting , drawing ragged breaths, trying not to scream Chloe's name. She couldn't stop the moan that escaped when she felt a thumb tormenting her, circling and sliding as the pressure built between her legs. The sound of it provoked Chloe's passion. She was merciless, thrusting again and again, fingers curling hard into her, pressing upward as she drug them back. Beca was throbbing now, desperate for release.
The sensation of what Chloe was doing to her had reached a tipping point. When Chloe growled into her ear, "Let me have you, Beca," she couldn't hold on any longer. She felt herself clench on Chloe's fingers and her body went taut in Chloe's arms. Her climax crested, then spasms ripped through her as Chloe continued to push into her, drawing her orgasm out until she released Chloe's fingers.
She fell back against the pillows, sweaty and spent, weak all over. Chloe dropped down on top of her, intertwining their hands over Beca's head. She captured Beca's mouth again, demanding entrance, kissing her so deeply, it took her breath away.
When their eyes met, Chloe relaxed her grip and Beca spun her over onto her back. Chloe felt Beca's mouth on her neck, a hand on her breast, squeezing roughly and tweaking her nipple until she gasped. She felt Beca's tongue slide down her neck, sucking soft skin between her teeth and nipping hard. Chloe ran her fingers through silky hair, trying to guide that beautiful mouth where she needed it. She felt a nipple pulled, fevered tongue sliding over it, teeth grazing it before a soft bite. Beca moved to Chloe's stomach, circling her navel then dragging along the tender spots between her hips. Chloe felt her thighs encircled by Beca's arms, felt her legs thrown over shoulders and pushed up and out, opening her.
Chloe fisted the sheets, frantic to anchor herself when Beca's tongue plunged into her, deep and filthy, devouring her. She felt it drag through her, pausing to press, then flick, circle and tease. Chloe moaned deep in her throat, helpless to stop it. It ignited Beca and her tempo increased, urging Chloe closer. When she began to writhe with need, Beca backed off, nearly stopping completely. Chloe groaned, desperate for relief. Beca began again, slowly building her pace and pressure, driving into Chloe, then backing out, circling again and flicking faster, harder. Chloe begged her, pleading for release. She gripped Beca, holding her head in place and felt herself coming undone. Beca plunged into her with two fingers, curling and pressing upward, holding there while her tongue continued to ravage her. Chloe exploded with the power of her climax, her back arched, legs trembling as she held herself open for Beca while her ecstacy pulsed through her.
Beca glided up and laid over her, pressing into a kiss and letting Chloe taste herself on Beca's tongue. They laid together, holding on, while their hearts quieted and their breathing returned to normal.