Author's Note:
AverageReader, I'm flattered by your review, and I'm glad you're enjoying the story :) Haha It's good you don't read this in public. It's probably best if this particular chapter is read when you're alone...
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Okay, so I've had this chapter all ready to be posted for a while now, and would have posted earlier, but I was holding out for more reviews. There were only three for the last chapter, which is the least amount I think there have ever been on one chapter, apart from the first one haha I don't know... Maybe people just can't find the story anymore now that the filters have to be changed to reveal the M rated fics. Anywho, reviews aren't everything... Here it is :)
By the way, this is the longest chapter yet. Nearly 10,000 words. Whaaaaat?
Oh, and the rating has been changed to M for a reason. This chapter is one of those reasons...
Right, here's your warning. Ditch the Winter coats, lads; it's about to get a little hotter in here. Or a lot. Whatever.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my imagination.
Chapter 23:
I'm a little disorientated when I wake from my slumber. As my eyes start to focus, I realise I'm not in Kansas anymore as the saying goes...
It takes a second for my brain to catch up, allowing me to recall the series of events that led to me camping out on a floor with Spencer. The room is Mel's, and if I remember correctly, Casey wasn't too pleased with our impromptu sleepover. I snicker quietly as I remember the torture I forced Casey to endure. Suddenly, there's a growl from the bed.
"What are you laughing at, dipshit?" I smile at the sound Casey's voice.
"Wow... Well good morning to you too, beautiful!" I cheerily reply.
"Whatever." Just then, a pillow flies through midair and lands on my face.
"Hey!"
"Bullseye! Hey, you can keep that one. I don't need it anymore," she chuckles.
"Gee, thanks..." I roll my eyes.
"Don't mention it!"
I feel movement next to me and turn my head to find my beautiful blonde bed buddy stirring slightly. Her eyes open slowly, eyebrows furrowed as they adjust to the light.
"Hey you," I whisper.
"Hey." She makes the most adorable noise as she stretches, before leaning in and taking my lips in hers.
"Bleurghhh!" We're broken apart by another projectile pillow. "Get a room, you two!" Thanks, Casey...
"Umm..." I gesture to the room with my hands.
"Not my room, thanks..." Oh look, Mel's up.
I sigh.
"Come on, get your asses up for breakfast," Mel commands as she throws the covers off and proceeds to change. "Oh, and uh... You remember my little brother, Jamie, right?" I nod. I vaguely remember him. We didn't really see a lot of him, since he's quite a few years younger than us. "Well, he's not so little anymore, and he's annoying as shit, so... Yeah. Don't say I didn't warn you!" She throws us an overly cheerful smile as she exits the room.
Casey chuckles as she follows.
"She isn't joking. Actually... He's kind of like a younger Glen..."
"Oh God..." Spencer groans at this, causing me to chuckle.
"Come on." I start to change, Spencer not seeming too enthused in meeting Jamie. "He can't be that bad..."
When we make it downstairs, it seems we're the only ones in the house. Well, it has gone just after ten... What can I say? Mel's floor is very comfortable. We all slept like babies...
"You're lucky. It seems the bro is out..." Mel holds up a note, presumably from Jamie, that reads, 'gone to store. Be back soon'. "My mom's working today, so..." She pokes her head into the fridge. "I would offer to cook, but we don't have anything in. I'm presuming that's why douchebag is at the store..." She makes a face. "Cereal?"
"Sure..."
The four of us take a seat at the table.
"So," Casey starts. "What are the plans for today?" Spencer decides to speak up then.
"Actually, we were going to spend the night at my uncle's." Casey nods at this.
"Oh, that's cool. Maybe we can stay here again then. What time are you guys going at?" She asks.
"Well, we haven't really discussed that yet..." She turns to me then. "I was thinking we could go before dinner... You know, eat there..." She pauses for a second. "With my uncle..." I nod at this.
"Sure, yeah. Sounds good." Casey decides to interrupt then.
"Sounds fantastic! A night of peace!" She throws me an exaggerated smirk, and I smile whilst flipping her the bird in response.
Spencer slaps my hand down, scolding me for my apparent rudeness, and I duck my head in shame, like a naughty school kid. Casey clears her throat before muttering.
"Whipped..." Just as I open my mouth to give a witty reply, we hear the front door opening and closing, a distinctly male voice echoing through the house.
"What up, ho? I'm home!" Mel throws us all a fake smile.
"The broheim is home. Delightful..." Casey sniggers at this, while Spencer looks uneasy. I don't blame her, if he's as much like Glen as Mel says he is...
There's some fumbling around as we hear Jamie make his way towards the kitchen.
"I got food! Oh, by the way, mom said –" He turns into the room, stopping mid-sentence as he realises there's company.
Damn, this family must have amazing genes. This guy is ridiculously good looking for seventeen year old. If I were a few years younger, and of course, straight, I would maybe consider him as a suitor. How the hell can one family be this attractive? Seriously...
You can tell he's related to Mel from their similar, and equally attractive features, and deep brown eyes, but his masculine bone structure makes his cheekbones more pronounced. Of course, his hair isn't dyed a deep red either. No, he's opted for sticking with his natural dark look.
He whistles as he drops the bags he's holding and takes a seat at the end of the table.
"Hello, beautiful..." I raise my eyebrows, about to give a witty reply, when I realise that it's not me he's looking at...
I turn to Spencer only to find her blushing furiously as she ducks her head and picks at her food.
"So...You uh... You single?" He wiggles his eyebrows as Spencer nearly chokes on her drink.
Did I say I would consider him if I was straight? Yeah, forget that. Error of judgement.
"I uh..."
"She doesn't do school kids," I interrupt, causing Casey and Mel to snigger.
"Hey, I'm very mature for my age!" He defends.
"Yeah, right! I have kindergarteners more mature than you!"
"Shut up, Mel! Why don't you just butt out?" He turns back to Spencer then. "so, how about it? Want to go out sometime?" I chuckle at this. This kid just doesn't give up!
"Umm... No, thanks."
"What? Why not?" He furrows his eyebrows.
"Because she's taken," I state.
"Oh yeah? Well where is he?" I clear my throat, taking Spencer's hand in mine on top of the table.
"She is right here..." The realisation soon dawns on him.
"Oh. So you're all..." He lets the rest of his sentence trail off.
"Yes." I smile, amusedly.
"Well... That's cool. I mean... If you guys ever want to switch it up sometime..."
"Eww. No thanks." I give him a weird look.
"I told you," Mel says. "He's an ass." She gets up from the table to bring her dishes to the sink, but not before waling over to Jamie and ruffling his hair. "But he's still my baby brother, and I love him." She pinches his cheek then, starting to talk to him in a baby voice. "Isn't that right, Jamie?" She smirks as he swats her hand away.
"Mel! Get off me!" He starts to fix his hair frantically. "It took ages to get that sitting right this morning!" Mel chuckles.
"So vain... Go on, put that shopping away, boy. Mom's working late tonight, so you better be nice to me if you want me to feed you later. Otherwise, you better hope Jason's mom won't mind cooking for one more. I know you can't cook for shit..." He frowns at this, mumbling incoherently as he lifts the bags again and starts to unpack.
"You know what... Why don't we just hang out here for a while, maybe go for a walk. It's almost eleven now anyway. We can go back to the house after lunch," Casey suggests.
"Yeah, why not? We can spend some quality time with Jamie."Mel grins as she says this, earning a scowl from the teenager.
"Aww crap..." We all look at Casey at her sudden outburst.
"What?" I ask.
"Pam." We all groan at this, before Jamie cuts in.
"Who's Pam?"
We end up staying at Mel's until well after lunch, since none of us are man enough to face Pam any earlier.
The car ride is tense, all of us well aware that we'll probably be in the shit.
"You know... She might not be that annoyed," Casey suggests.
"Casey, we broke out of the house and took Spencer and Mel with us. On top of that, it's..." I look at my phone. "Two thirty, and we're only going back now..." She furrows her eyebrows at this.
"Yeah, you're right. We're screwed."
When we pull up, Glen is with the girls out the front, helping them to water the plants. He spots us before the girls, who are engrossed in their plant watering, and runs up to the car.
"Oh man, you four are in the shit! Ha! Hey Ash, when Pam kills you, can I have your car?" Aww crap. Glen seems overly excited. Pam must really be spitting feathers.
We say hi to the girls before entering the house to face our fate, finding Pam in the kitchen.
"Oh, how nice of you to join us. I didn't expect you to run off in the middle of the night, much less appear after well after lunchtime. Where have you been?" Casey decides to be brave and takes on the role of spokesperson during our interrogation.
"Well, we were at Mel's..." Before Pam can question this, Casey makes our excuse. "Her mom called last night in a panic. Her brother collapsed, so she wanted Mel to get there as fast as she could..." Ha, what a liar!
"So you all went?" Oh crap.
"Uh, yeah. For moral support. Mel was pretty shaken up..." Mel nods frantically at this. "Plus, Spencer's mom is a nurse, so she knows stuff..." Pam's face softens. I think she bought it.
There's silence for a moment.
"Is he okay?" she asks.
"Yes! Yes, he's fine now. Thank God we got there in time..." I bite my lip to suppress a smile. "Low blood sugar..." Very convincing, Casey.
"Good..." She takes a deep breath before letting it go. "Look, girls..." She looks at Spencer and I before continuing. "I'm sorry for the way I reacted when you came home yesterday. I'd received an unpleasant phone call, and I took my frustration out on you."
"It's fine, Pam. Really. Is everything okay?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, everything's fine now. Rob sorted it out. I'm sorry. And as for your relationship..." She looks between Spencer and myself. "Well, I'm happy for you. I really am. And you too." She turns her attention to Casey and Mel then. "But that doesn't mean I'll stand for any funny business." She turns stern again. "And don't you ever pull another stunt like this again. I understand that Mel's brother was in need, but you should have at least left a note." Well, we didn't think of that, but that would only have worked if we could get back into the house in the first place...
"Yeah, we're sorry," I offer, the others joining me as a chorus of 'sorry' echoes through the room.
Pam sighs before putting us out of our misery.
"It's fine. Now, I take it you'll be staying for dinner and not running off again..." Oh. Right. Well, how do we tell her?
"Umm, actually..." Pam's gaze lands on me as I start. Man is she terrifying... "Spencer and I were..."
"Yes?" She urges me to continue.
I'm twenty three, so why do I feel like a five year old being told off right now?
"Well, her uncle called, and we were thinking of spending the evening with him. We were going to stay there too..."
"Okay."
"Okay?" My eyes widen with her easy acceptance.
"Yes, okay. You're twenty three, Ashley. Although you all feel like my own children, I need to remember that you're not. You're all adults, and although I still have rules for this house, I won't stop you from doing what you please, within reason. If you want to stay elsewhere, I'm not going to protest. As long as you let me know, it's fine." Wow.
"Thank you..." I'm slightly confused at Pam's casualness.
Casey seems to think that now's the time to take advantage of Pam's generous mood.
"Umm... If it's okay, I was going to stay with Mel again tonight. Her brother's going to be home alone for a while..."
"Oh, yes, that poor boy! Of course. You make sure you take care of him!" Ha, yeah right. They'll have him tortured...
A few hours later, we say our goodbyes, Brooke happy enough to stay with the boys after they agree to let her and Lucy make them 'beautiful' again. Is it too late to back out of going to Spencer's uncle's now? This is a drag act I would pay good money to see...
After Annie promises to get photos, the four of us are kicked out of the house to go our separate ways.
"Well, I guess we'll see you tomorrow at some stage... Have fun!" Casey winks before climbing into Mel's car.
"Yep... Enjoy your stew!" I shout back, Mel smirking as Casey pulls a face at me.
As they drive off, I turn to Spencer.
"Shall we?" I grin, unlocking the car and holding her door open for her, as she throws me an amused smirk. "so," I drawl as I enter the car and start the engine. "Where are we going?"
I manage to get us to our destination under Spencer's careful guidance. She's actually very good with directions... Apart from that one instance where she was so invested in the story she was telling me that she forgot to tell me to take a turn, and we had to drive for about half a mile before I could turn the car to go back in the opposite direction...
When we park up, the pair of us make our way to the door of the small house, Spencer pulling out a key before inserting it into the lock. She stops what she's doing when I confront her.
"Umm... Don't you think we should just ring the doorbell? It seems kind of rude to just let ourselves in..." She throws me a smile.
"You're so chivalrous. He's not in though." I frown at this. "He's at a friend's."
"At a friend's? But I thought he wanted to see you..."
"He does. He's just being fed elsewhere. He'll be back later."
"Right... Spence, he knows we're coming, doesn't he?"
"Of course he does! Relax, we're not trespassing. Besides, I don't even think that's possible when you're related to the homeowner..." I chuckle at this, following Spencer as she pushes the door open.
I close the door behind me, examining the various pictures mounted on the wall as I trail behind Spencer, who leads us to the living room. I smile as my eye catches a framed photo which rests on a shelf within a mahogany cabinet.
"Is that you?" Spencer follows my line of sight, chuckling when she spots the photo.
"Yeah. Cute, huh?" I smile.
"Yeah... What happened?" She smacks me lightly on the arm. "I'm joking, I'm joking! You're still cute..." She shakes her head, smiling as she plonks down on the sofa, letting her overnight bag fall to the floor.
I set my own down at my feet before opening the glass door and reaching for the frame so I can get a better look.
"Is that Clay?" I motion to the dark-skinned boy in the picture as Spencer rises to her feet once more, making her way towards me.
"Yeah." She stops beside me, smiling at the scene.
A young Spencer is smiling sweetly at the camera as an equally young Clay grins with one arm around her shoulders. Beside them, is a cheeky looking blonde boy pulling a ridiculously exaggerated smile as his eyes are closed tight. I chuckle at this. Glen hasn't changed a bit... He's taller of course, and I'm sure his voice wasn't as deep as a kid, but he still acts like an immature ten year old.
I set the photo back and my gaze shifts to the one beside it.
"Who are they?" I ask, gesturing to the two dark haired young boys in the picture.
"That's my uncle Peter, or 'Pete' as we call him," she states as she points to the older looking of the two. "And that," she points to the younger one, "is my dad."
"Wow..." I examine the picture again before looking at her. "You have his eyes." She smiles.
"Yeah. My mom has blue eyes too, but everyone says mine are more like his. Besides... I've got her blonde hair."
"Well, I've always preferred blondes..." I smirk, causing her to chuckle as she shakes her head.
"Come on, let's put these upstairs." She lifts her bag and makes her way upstairs, me following closely behind.
She leads us into what's presumably the guest room; a decent sized space with a comfortable looking double bed. Spencer chuckles as I throw myself onto the bed spread eagle and close my eyes.
"You hungry?" She asks, giggling as my stomach grumbles at the mention of food.
"Uh, yeah, kind of," I reply, sheepishly.
"Okay, well, I just need to use the bathroom. Why don't you see if there's anything in the kitchen?"
"Sure." When Spencer makes her way to the bathroom, I head downstairs and into the kitchen, walking to the fridge freezer and opening the freezer door.
Wow. He mustn't eat a lot. There's really nothing here, unless we want ice cubes for dinner. Hmm, I don't know about Spencer, but that won't be enough to hold me over until tomorrow...
Closing the freezer door, I reach down to open the fridge.
"So? What have we got?" I turn, startled at the sound of Spencer's voice, to find her leaning on the doorway.
"Well..." I avert my gaze to the inside of the fridge. "We've got fish... Fish... Fish... Fish... Oh, we've got eggs! And...What looks like half a slice of bacon..." I pull a face at this.
What the hell? How do you end up with half a slice of bacon? I thought it was some unspoken rule that the entire human race cooked full slices... A way of life, even...
Spencer pokes her head over my shoulder, making a face.
"Ugh..." She turns her gaze to me then. "Diner?"
"Diner it is!"
We get something in a local place, Spencer entertaining me with stories of her uncle and dad when they were younger as we eat. They sound like fun guys. Of course, I'm a little nervous about meeting her uncle, but I'm sure it'll be fine...
By the time we arrive back at the house, Spencer's uncle still hasn't shown up, but she assures me that he'll turn up eventually, and I agree to watch a film with her while we wait.
Throughout the film, Spencer is unusually quiet. I mean, yes, we're watching a film, but no one watches one in complete silence. The only time she speaks is when I shift slightly as she cuddles into me, and ask her if she's still comfortable, and even then, all I get is a 'yes' or a nod of her head. It's making me slightly uneasy to be honest. If something is wrong, I'd rather she tells me than keeps it to herself.
The film ends, and there's still no sign of her uncle. Now, I'm starting to get worried. Spencer simply stretches before turning everything off and turning back to me.
"Bed?" She asks.
I eye her warily. Something's not right. She's acting strangely. I know, you're probably thinking, 'how do you know?' but I just know. She's too quiet right now, and she's having difficulty making eye contact.
Before I have a chance to ask her what's wrong, she disappears upstairs. I follow, only to find that she's gone into the bathroom again, so I make my way into the bedroom, stopping just before the bed. I look at my watch. It's late. I furrow my eyebrows as I wonder what's wrong with her.
As I hear Spencer re-emerge from the bathroom and enter the room behind me, I turn around to catch her gaze, my eyebrows furrowed.
"Spence, it's getting late. Aren't you worried about your uncle?" She shakes her head, biting her lip. "But he should be here by now. He was the one who wanted to see you, so surely he would have been back by now." Quite frankly, I think it's a little rude to ask someone to pay you a visit, only to stand them up, and knowing Spencer, I don't think she or any of her family would do that to someone. If he isn't here by now, well, something must be wrong...
"He's not coming, Ashley." Huh? "And he didn't ask to see me. He knows we're here though, and is more than happy to let us stay here tonight. I told him not to hurry back. He's on a fishing trip with his friend, but he'll be back tomorrow evening sometime." So she lied? Why?
I furrow my eyebrows again, giving her a confused look, before she reaches forward and takes my hands in hers.
"Ash..." She looks at me intensely before guiding me backwards so my legs come into contact with the foot of the bed, her hands in mine as she sits me down gently.
My eyes are glued to hers as she kneels on the floor in front of me, between my legs, her hands still grasping mine. I swallow audibly, the silence doing nothing to mask it, as she continues to stare at me.
She says nothing.
Instead, she leans up, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.
Her lips are soft, and the kiss, chaste, although I can't prevent my heart from skipping a beat, or the sudden jolt that shoots through my body as soon as her lips are on mine. I can see exactly why she lied now, and this explains her weird behaviour earlier. She was nervous. I know where this is leading, and I don't want to stop this time. I won't stop. And with no one here to interrupt us, I know it won't stop. Right now, it's just her and I, and an incredible amount of emotion, and I'm going to show her just how much she really makes me feel.
She pulls back slightly and looks at me again, her breathing laboured slightly; a sign that it wasn't just me who had been affected by that kiss.
She takes my right hand and brings it up to her chest, pressing it down where her heart is. I stare at my hand as I feel the vigorous thumping of the organ under my palm, beneath the warmth of her body heat. She swallows before speaking again, her voice hoarse.
"That's what you do to me." My eyes find hers again before I use my free hand to bring hers to my own chest, mimicking her pose.
Her nose flares as she feels my heart answering her own, beating wildly against her palm. I wait for her to connect our gaze again before speaking.
"Snap."
As soon as I say it and am faced directly with those baby blues I adore so much, I realise just how dark her eyes have become. Her pupils have dilated to such an extent that I can barely make out the blue. They're almost black, and I'm positive that my own are just as dark. I feel my face flush. The way she's looking at me is setting my whole body on fire.
She leans up once more, our breathing hitching mutually at the contact. This time, the kiss is deepened. I can't be sure who made the move, but I don't care. All I can really think about right now is the way our tongues are dancing, and how it's making my head spin.
Her hands leave mine and she wraps her left around my neck while the other grips the side of my face. I groan as I use my own hands to guide her off the floor and pull her into me, lifting her by her thighs so she's on her knees, straddling me on the edge of the bed.
She gasps into the kiss as my right hand slips under her top and makes contact with the skin just above her hip. My left snakes down and around her, cupping her firm bottom over the material of her jeans. God, I've dreamt of doing this so many times now. I am definitely an ass woman, and I'm telling you, the one I'm currently squeezing that belongs to the hot blonde straddling me, is damn perfect. It's so perfect that I can't help but move my right hand to cup the other cheek.
Spencer gasps again as I use this position to pull her further into me, raising my hips slightly to meet hers. With her mouth having left mine for a split second to take a much needed gulp of oxygen, I attach mine to her neck, causing her to whimper as her hands grip my shoulders, keeping her anchored.
I nip and suck at her neck, soothing the skin with my tongue as I go along, the little noises of pleasure emanating from her lips spurring me on as she tilts her head to allow me more access. I make my way to her ear before taking her lobe in my mouth, biting down softly, before leaning back to look at her once more.
Her chest is heaving, and her face flushed, her breathing coming in short bursts. She bites her lip before smirking slightly, pushing me so my back hits the bed.
I go to get up again, but notice her reaching for the hem of her top, so instead of rising fully, I use my elbows to hold myself up, eager to get the best view of what her next action is going to be.
I'm not disappointed, as she pulls the material up and over her head, throwing it carelessly aside. If I was standing right now, I'm pretty sure my legs would be giving way, leaving me in a heap on the floor, because holy shit; my girlfriend is hot! I mean, of course, I've seen her in a bikini before, at the beach, and in the swimming pool, but really, I was never allowed a good look. Right now though, my eyes are free to wander where they please, and I'm certainly not going to pass up on this incredible opportunity. My eyes trail over every inch of her flat stomach, scrutinising every detail; the curve of her hips, the occasional freckle, the little soft blonde hairs. Then, I reach her breasts, still covered by black lace. I can only imagine what lies beneath...
It takes a second for my brain to catch up, and I realise that not only are my eyes free to roam over her perfect form, but so are my hands.
As I push myself upright, I allow my hands to wander over her bare skin, delighting in its smoothness as I slide my hands higher. My left hand drifts to her soft back, pulling her closer, as my right continues its journey North.
Our lips connect once more, but I can't help the lungful of air that escapes from me when my hand reaches a bra-clad breast, feeling the need to pull back again. Spencer moans as I squeeze the firmness, leaning her forehead against my own, my eyes shut tightly at the sensory overload.
Suddenly, I'm on my back again, and being pushed up the bed, Spencer linking both of our hands on either side of my head as she leans down to kiss me sensually. My body is already in overdrive, my mind about to turn into mush any second now. I'm sure of it. The way she's kissing me right now? I can't describe it. It's slow. Gentle, but extremely passionate. And she's doing a damn fine job of getting me worked up.
I manage to free my hands of her grip, allowing them to go back to exploring her torso. This doesn't last for long however, as without breaking our kiss, Spencer reaches down with one hand to restrain me again, before doing the same with the other. I squeeze her hands in frustration, a slight growl escaping my lips as our tongues continue to duel. She pulls away from my lips, moving to my ear before whispering.
"Shhhh..." Fuck.
The shiver that runs down my spine at this is overwhelming. As if that isn't enough, she licks the shell of my ear before taking my lobe into her mouth. Forget foreplay. I'm ready now. If she doesn't let me touch her body again soon, I'm going to burst. I'll probably burst even if I do touch her. She's driving me insane.
She kisses me softy on the cheek before she descends so she's facing my belt buckle. Instead of going for my belt like I expected, she frees my hands only to hold herself up with one arm as she clutches the bottom of my top with the other. She peers up at me once more before lifting the material agonisingly slowly. My hands grip the sheets as she begins to plant a trail of open mouthed kisses along the newly exposed skin as she ascends up my body, causing my abdominal muscles to tense.
I struggle to control my breathing when her tongue slips out to lick my skin, my knuckles turning white as my grip on the sheets tightens further. She begins to nip, and I can't help but let go of the sheets as I reach up and tangle my fingers in her long blonde hair. I feel as well as hear her chuckle, her warm breath heating the skin beneath her mouth.
When she reaches my breasts, I whimper, arching my back slightly as her hand sneaks under the material of my bra. She lets out a moan as she runs her hand over the mound, her movement restricted by a single layer of material.
With Spencer having shuffled my top right up to my chest, I lift my upper body so I'm in a sitting position again, raising my arms so she can pull it the whole way off, throwing it to the side to join hers on the floor. I give her a moment to soak up the view, her left hand on my shoulder, holding her steady, as the right traces a path down my chest and over my stomach, her eyes following the trail.
I take a moment to just look at her face as she concentrates on her little trail of fire. She really is beautiful. I use my right hand to raise her chin so she's looking at me once more. We stare for a moment, before I bend my knees up without warning, causing Spencer to slip further into me, the pair of us letting out a shaky breath as our skin touches for the first time.
"God..." Even my voice trembles when I speak.
The simple sensation of skin on skin is enough to make me lose it completely. I've felt some pretty amazing things in my lifetime, but this has to be one of the most exquisite sensations I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing, and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather share this with . It's been too long since I've felt like this. In fact, if I'm honest, I don't think it's ever felt quite as intense as it is at this very moment. Right now, all I can feel is Spencer, and it's overwhelming.
The only thing I can focus on right now is Spencer's heavy breathing in my ear as she wraps her arms around my neck, holding me close as my hands roam all over her back, unable to get enough of her warm skin.
All of a sudden, Spencer pulls her head back from my shoulder and her lips are on mine, her tongue begging for entrance as it seeks out my own. I grant her access and she lets out an appreciative moan as the two muscles meet.
My hands move to her hips, where I keep a tight grip as the passion builds. Her hands seem to get a little more adventurous however, as they leave my neck, sliding down my front to the top of my jeans, where she fingers my belt.
Without breaking the kiss, she starts to fiddle around, trying to undo it, but seems to be having some difficulty with the lack of space between us. When she lets out a frustrated growl, I flatten my legs and pull back slightly, giving her the space she needs to remove the offending accessory.
Her lips leave mine once she's satisfied that the cold metal barrier is no longer an obstacle, only to reattach them to my neck as she gently lays me on my back again. I can't help but buck my hips in a bid to get closer to her when her hand slips slightly lower, causing her to let out a surprised squeak. She regains her composure though, and proceeds to kiss and nip her way down my stomach once more, taking time to kiss the small 'P' on my hip.
I clench my eyes shut as my body is overwhelmed by the pleasure I'm already receiving just from her lips on my skin. As she reaches the top of my jeans, I open my eyes to look down at her, only to find her staring right back at me, the blazing fire in my own eyes reflected in hers as she pops open the button and slowly undoes the zip.
I watch on as she starts to pull the denim down my legs, lifting my hips to aid her. Once they're off, she crawls up my body again, stopping to sit on my pelvis. I lift my hands to her hips, raising my gaze to hers, only to catch her smirk before reaching behind her and unhooking her bra.
My breath catches in my throat when she lets the material fall, revealing two perfectly formed breasts. I knew they'd look good, but nothing could prepare me for just how good. These are absolutely flawless. I'm pretty sure I stop breathing for a moment as I take in the beauty before me.
My brain soon catches up though, and the beast within me takes control as I use my weight to flip us over so she's beneath me. My mouth immediately latches onto her neck, and I can't refrain myself from biting down and sucking hard as my right hand massages a supple breast. The sound this elicits from Spencer is one of painful pleasure, and it only spurs me on, as a low growl escapes my lips before I descend down her body, taking a hardened bud into my mouth and working it with my tongue as she thrashes her head back, getting increasingly more vocal as she tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me closer.
"Fuck..." A shiver runs down my spine. Sure, I've heard her swear before, but I don't think I've ever heard her say that. It's surprisingly hot. And the way she says it, all shaky like that? Well, let's just say that I have no intention of stopping what I'm doing any time soon.
Not wanting to neglect its twin, I turn my attention from one breast to the other, swirling my tongue as her fingers continue to dig into my scalp. When I look up, her head is thrown back into the pillows as she cries out, leaving her smooth neck exposed. The temptation is too much, and I push up, reacquainting myself with the pulsing skin there.
Her breathing is already out of control and I haven't even touched her there yet. We're not even completely rid of our clothes. Which reminds me...
Reluctantly, I leave Spencer's neck, only to kiss my way down her body until I'm faced with the barrier that is her jeans. I make quick work of her belt before sliding the denim down her lithe legs, following them all the way to her feet. When they're thrown aside, I kiss my way up her legs slowly, stopping to nibble at the inside of her thigh. I can smell her arousal, hidden by a single layer of thin black lace. Now I think about it, it seems like her bra and underwear were part of a matching set. That little sneak. She totally planned to seduce me tonight, and so wore them specially. I'm not complaining. They're very nice. I'm pretty sure they'd look better on the floor though...
Just as I'm about to pull at the material, Spencer pulls me up to whisper in my ear.
"I don't think so... If I'm going completely topless, then so are you..." I pull away to look at her, hearing a click from behind as she releases the clasp of my bra before smirking.
I grin back at her as I take her lips in mine once more and push my body down so I'm flush against her, a chorus of moans emanating between us as our bare skin connects with no more resistance. I let my right hand slide slowly down her body as our tongues dance languidly, stroking her gently over the lace.
She moans as her hips buck into me, urging me to add pressure. I give in for a moment, before slipping my finger under the material to stroke her properly. She lets out a long, shaky breath as I continue to stimulate the little bundle of nerves beneath my fingers, alternating between circles and straight sweeps.
"God!" She moans out in pleasure as her fingers dig into my shoulders.
Her underwear is starting to irritate me, as due to Spencer bucking her hips, it's restricting my movement even more than the lack of space between us already is. I pull my hand free, much to Spencer's disappointment, only to reposition myself between her legs, hooking my fingers around the top of the lace. I look up to her face to catch her watching me intently, her chest rising and falling with every laboured breath she takes, as the light reflects of the fine sheen of sweat that's formed over her flawless features.
I lower my lips to place a light kiss on her pelvis as I maintain eye contact with her, using my fingers to slowly drag the material down her legs, casting it aside before discarding my own. I take another moment to absorb the view before me, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I stare down at the goddess before me. A body like that deserves to be worshipped, and worship it I will...
I position myself between her legs again. She reaches for my neck and drags me down to kiss her again, both of us groaning when our centres touch. I close my eyes for a second, basking in the sensations induced, before bringing my lips to Spencer's ear.
"You're beautiful."
My left hand seeks out her right, linking them as I make my way down her torso once more, the fingers of her free hand tangling in my hair as I leave a trail of kisses on my way to my destination. Once there, I let my eyes trail over the magnificence before me. Her wet heat is glistening in the soft light, and I waste no time in bringing my lips down to taste her. I groan against her as I lap at her juices, the vibrations causing her to cry out in pleasure. I'm grateful at this point that Spencer's uncle lives in a detached home, otherwise there would be a very good chance he'd be receiving noise complaints. Who knew she would be this vocal? I haven't even entered her yet...
When I take her small bundle of nerves between my lips, sucking as I work it with my tongue, I move my free hand over her abdomen to hold her down, constraining her hips from bucking wildly. Her chest is heaving as she squeezes my left hand with hers, still running her free hand through my hair. I free her flailing hips to move my hand lower, but am stopped by a tug at my hair. I give in as I ascend once more, Spencer freeing both of her hands as she grabs my head and turns it so she can whisper breathily in my ear.
"Stay here with me." My heart jumps at her demand. Who am I to refuse her of anything she wants?
I reposition myself, throwing one leg over hers, and pushing my thigh up to make contact with her dripping core. She grunts before starting to grind down on me, coating my skin with her wetness. Eager for some sort of release myself, I lower myself onto her thigh. She needs no encouragement as she lifts it, making it easier for me to get the friction I need.
With her hands still holding my head, she brings our lips together, our kisses getting increasingly sloppy as our concentration is affected by the dance our bodies are doing. I take her hand in mine as I link them once more and hold them down beside her head. Her left hand moves to the back of my neck as my right follows an invisible path down her body to find her centre.
When my fingers make contact with her slick heat, I can't help the moan that escapes my lips. It's exquisite. As much as I'm enjoying running my fingers through her folds, something tells me the pleasure she's experiencing is much more potent. Maybe it's the way her hand tightens in mine whilst the nails of her other hand dig into the skin on the back of my neck, or the way she tears her lips away from mine to gasp out as she throws her head back once more, leaving her neck exposed for my ravenous lips. Or perhaps it's the way she arches her back as a constant stream expletives roll off her tongue. She's in ecstasy, and it's beautiful.
She lifts her hips once more, pushing for more contact. I can tell she's getting desperate as the hand previously gripping the back of my neck reaches down for my wrist, attempting to push it further.
"Please..." It's whispered, almost silent, as the only other sounds audible are our heavy breathing, and the whimpers emanating from Spencer's lips.
I lift my head and peck her on the lips, resting my forehead against hers as I gaze into her hungry eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I allow my hand to move lower, my eyes fluttering closed, gasping as two of my fingers slide slowly into her warm centre.
"God..." She groans, still pushing her hips into me as, urging me to keep going.
Complying, I let my hand slip further as her grip on my wrist weakens, revelling in the reaction I get at the increase of penetration. She cries out in pleasure as I pull out before thrusting in once more. Suddenly, she pulls both of her hands free, only to cling onto my back, her nails digging into my skin as she gets worked up.
The position we're in does for a while, but soon, I find it's not enough for me. I need to be deeper.
I swing my leg over hers so I'm back in between her legs and she automatically wraps them around my waist. Good girl. I raise my body slightly, elevating her hips as I pull them up with me. When I'm satisfied with the position, I start to thrust once more, harder and deeper, but not faster; I want her to feel good for as long as possible.
I pull my face back to look at her. Her face is contorted by pleasure, eyes shut tight as she basks in the sensations I'm inducing.
"Hey... Hey, look at me..." Her eyes open at my request, and my heart soars at the emotion in them.
I kiss her sloppily before pulling back to gaze down at her once more. Without warning, I add a third finger, almost sending her over the edge right there.
"Fuck! Ashley..." The sound of my name being whimpered from her lips in the throes of passion does nothing but add fuel to the fire.
She throws her head back, her fingers scratching painfully into my back as I curl my own inside her, driving her closer and closer to climax. I move my head to the side, kissing the spot just below her ear as I continue to thrust, using my own hips to support the action.
"God... I... I... Ash..." I feel her walls tightening; a sign that she's close, and will myself to keep going despite my muscles becoming fatigued.
I keep pushing as she cries out. And I keep pushing when I feel my fingers being clamped and she gets her sweet release, warmth flooding onto my hand. I still keep pushing as she rides out the waves of her orgasm, initiating a second, and even more vocal round.
While she's trembling with the aftershocks, I raise my lips to her ear to whisper softly.
"I love you." I pull away to look down at her, my eyes glassy.
It just comes out. I can't do anything to prevent my mouth voicing the emotion I feel. I've never been more certain of anything in my entire life. I love her. Like, really love her. I've never felt anything this intense before. I loved Paige. I'm certain of that, but this is different. I don't just love Spencer. I'm in love with her.
She stares up at me through hooded eyes as she tries to regain her breath.
A few seconds pass before she crushes her lips to mine, rolling us over. Pulling away, she smiles down at me.
"I love you." My heart soars at those three little words repeated back to me.
She kisses me once more before descending down my body, leaving a trail of hot kisses behind her. She doesn't even stop for air when she reaches her destination, diving straight in as I cry out in pleasure.
"Spence..." I close my eyes as she starts to lick, a low growl escaping my lips when she begins to suck.
She keeps this going for a while before her fingers join the party, causing me to throw my hands back to grip onto the headboard as she plunges into me.
"Fuuucccck! Spencer..."
I know it won't take me long. The sight of Spencer coming undone at my fingertips is enough to drive me to release, and with my eyes clenched tight, that's exactly what I'm picturing. That's one image I'm positive will be engraved permanently into my mind.
A few thrusts later, it's my turn to go over the edge, my mind going completely blank for a good couple of seconds as white heat floods through my whole body. Spencer rides out the waves with me, only pulling out when my tremors have stopped, and I'm spent. I'm almost hit with a second wave when she uses her tongue to lap up my wetness, her nose brushing against the already sensitive bundle of nerves
I jolt suddenly, before she comes back up to join me, cuddling into my side as I wrap my arms around her. She uses one finger to trace patterns on my stomach, my own hand gently running up her side. As she nuzzles her face into neck, I let my eyes wander down her slim form, following the path travelled by my hands. I start to get hot and bothered once more as I study the soft curve of her hip. Despite basking in the afterglow of having just finished making love, I realise something...
I want her again.
Right now.
She squeaks in surprise as I roll on top of her, my hand immediately going South as I caress her soft body before entering her once more. She claims my lips as I start to push against her warm walls, her breathing becoming more ragged as my pace increases.
"Wait..." I slow my pace at her request. "Together..." Then, she does the hottest thing...
She uses one leg to flip us over so she's on top, ensuring my hand doesn't slip from between her thighs, before she starts moving her hips up and down, back and forward, riding my hand as she holds herself up with her hands on my torso. Seeing her like this is really making my head spin. Sure, I'm a total top, and have always preferred it that way. Now, however, I'm starting to rethink my choices.
The view from down here is fantastic. As she towers over me, I can see everything in perfect lucidity. My eyes are free to travel wherever they please, and I take great pleasure in soaking up every inch of the blonde beauty on top of me, committing each miniscule detail to memory. All of my attention however, is soon captivated by two features in particular, that bounce every time Spencer impales herself on my fingers. As I've said before; I'm an ass girl, but this girl is just too damn perfect. I'm going to revoke that previous statement, as it's too hard for me to choose between these features when it comes to Spencer. In fact, I'm not going to revoke it; I'm going to alter it. I'm not an ass girl. I'm a Spencer girl. I just have to look at her and I'm putty in her hands. Everything about her is perfect.
The temptation is too much as I reach my free hand up to massage a supple breast, earning a loud groan as Spencer throws her head back. She soon gains enough composure however, to slide one hand between us and enter me, all the while still grinding hard on my own hand. The unexpectedness of her action causes me to cry out, my eyes clenching shut as she begins to pump in and out, providing me with wave after wave of pleasure, whilst using our position to satisfy her own need.
It doesn't take long for the pair of us to reach our high together, Spencer slumping over as she rides hers out on top of me, while I quake below her as a result of my own. Once she's finished, she collapses on top of me, her head on my shoulder, the two of us spent.
I chuckle lightly as she pulls her head back to look at me. She looks so cute and innocent; the total opposite of how she looked just seconds ago. I think I may have a firecracker on my hands. I'm certainly not complaining about that...
"You are not as innocent as you look, Miss Carlin..." I tap her nose lightly with my finger and she smiles.
"Well... You seem to bring out the devil in me, Miss Davies..." I smirk at this.
"Oh really?" I arch an eyebrow.
"Really." She nods, before leaning in to capture my lips.
Just like that, the heat begins to build once more, the two of us preparing for yet another round. I have a feeling it's going to be a long, but extremely enjoyable, night...
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A/N – I told you to ditch the coats, didn't I? So... *blushes* My first time ever writing... Well, that. So, yeah. Hopefully it wasn't too bad, and it was worth the wait after having to read through a 22 chapter build up. You've all been very patient ;) Thoughts? I honestly thought I would die of embarrassment writing something like this, but luckily, I didn't. In fact, I wasn't embarrassed at all. I actually quite liked it :P Now I've finally beaten the challenge, I'm fairly certain that I'll be confident in writing more content of this nature ;)
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