~ Chapter 7 ~
"What are these big plans you guys have for tonight?" I ask still sitting in between them on the couch.
I look at Bellamy, "Since i'm so lonely," I add in the most sexy, innocent way i can muster together.
I catch him looking at my lips and I watch as he licks his own. He looks into my eyes and all i can see if pure lust.
He looks like a caged animal that hasn't been let out in years… sitting so close to him always me to be able to appreciate his handsome features up close.
I would lick every inch of his body…
I swear I have never had these kinds of thoughts pop into my head around anyone before. Im not some sex-crazed woman that goes around touching themselves after every encounter with a good looking guy.
He is different though…
"Since it's tuesday night, i figured we will take it easy. Play some pool, have a few drinks, maybe watch a movie," Murphy puts down the game controller.
"I'm going to take a shower before we move onto any plans if that's cool?" Bellamy asks as he gets up.
"Sure man, help yourself. Clarke and I will start on some dinner." Murphy says as he nods at me.
We all make our way upstairs to the kitchen. I start looking in the fridge to see what we have in the house to make.
"You guys want to just throw some burgers on the grill?" I ask, pulling out some hamburger meat.
"Yeah that sounds great. Hey, where can i find the towels and stuff?" Asks Bellamy.
"Clarke, go show Bellamy where he can find everything he needs. I'm going to go turn the grill on." My head snaps towards Murphy then towards Bellamy.
"Ummm, Sure, Yeah okay." I say, walking up the stairs.
Bellamy follows me as I hear Murphy open the sliding door to the outside porch.
"Towels are in the closet here," I point to the door next to the bathroom. "And all the soap and everything you need should be in the bathroom already.'' I turn around and he's standing right behind me.
He starts moving towards me, causing me to walk backwards until we are both in the bathroom. He shuts the door to the bathroom and locks it behind him.
With one easy motion, he picks me up and puts me on the edge of the counter, Positioning himself between my thighs, he presses his body against mine.
Instantly, my breathing gets faster and my heart starts racing.
He then grabs my ass and presses himself even more against me and grinds in slow circles that causes the perfect friction through my shorts.
My hand slides up into his beautiful brown curly locks, pulling his head back causing him to release a groan.
Ohh, I love that sound…
His hand slides up my shirt, lifting my bra and he twists my hard nipple between his fingers.
My head falls back.
"What soap did you use when you fucked yourself thinking about me?" he asks as he continues to grind against me and runs his lips up against my neck.
He takes his hand out from under my shirt and makes his way between my legs. He rubs over the thin, cotton fabric of my shorts.
"Fuck"
"Fuck? I didn't realize that was a kind of soap, does this soap happen to also come in my name?" He asks chuckling near my ear.
He picks me up off of the counter and places me back on the floor.
Wait….where are you going?
"I have to take a shower. Can I have some privacy please?" He asks me as if we weren't just dry humping on the counter.
I can feel how wet I am. I see how hard he is through his jeans.
Okay, so that wasn't just a daydream.
This guy is going to give me whiplash…
He has that big, stupid look on his face again. He knows what he's doing and he's damn good at it.
I roll my eyes at him before leaving the bathroom without saying another damn word.
He's winning this game, I need to step it up.