You and Me, Forever | Bellamy Blake

reunion

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• sexual content ahead •
• this chapter is like purely smut, fyi •

"Stella?"

I perked my head up from where I lay in my tent that night, my eyebrows furrowing when I see none other than John Murphy standing in the entrance to my tent.

"Yes, Murphy?" I questioned with a raised brow.

I sat up on my makeshift bed, crossing my legs under me as Murphy ventured further into the space.

Murphy avoided my gaze as he looked around. "Nice tent you got here."

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Yeah, I'm sure yours doesn't look much different. Cut the shit, what'd you come in here for?"

Murphy met my eyes and I shivered under his darkened-gaze. I felt my heart pound as the boy took a step towards me.

"I've missed you, beautiful," Murphy said as he slowly made his way over to me.

"John," I breathed out, tilting my head back to look up at him.

Murphy smirked as he reached out and ran his thumb across my lower lip. I let out a shaky breath and closed my eyes.

Murphy wrapped his fingers around my throat and I gasped as he hauled me up to stand in front of him. My eyes shot open wide as his grip tightened on my neck.

I gasped and put my hands on his chest, prepared to push him away. "Murphy..."

"Stella," Murphy said with a smirk.

I felt my heart hammering in my chest and I fisted Murphy's shirt in my hands. "What are you doing?"

Murphy moved his hand from my neck as his other hand gripped my hip. He ran his opposite hand down to grip the other side of my waist.

"John, this can't happen again," I said softly as Murphy pressed a kiss to my neck.

I whimpered as Murphy continued to press soft kisses over my neck. I loosened my grip on his shirt and trailed my hands to the back of his neck, my fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his head.

Murphy walked me backwards until the back of my knees hit my bed. He lowered us down gently, laying me back on the bed as he hovered over me.

"What can't happen?" Murphy teased as he dipped his head and bit my neck gently.

My eyes fluttered closed and I moaned softly as Murphy kept trailing kisses over my skin. He ran his hands under my shirt and growled against my skin when his fingers brushed my bare breasts.

"Fuck, Stella."

I whimpered as Murphy gripped my breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as he massaged my skin.

"John," I moaned breathily.

Murphy hummed in satisfaction as he squeezed my breasts tightly in his hands. I let out a groan and arched my back into his chest.

"Eager, are we?" Murphy asked cockily.

"Fuck you," I breathed out.

Murphy smirked at me as he pulled his hands out of my shirt. "I intend to, sweetheart."

My stomach flipped at his words and I watched as Murphy stood, pulling his shirt off over his head. I sat up on my bed and pulled my shirt off as well, fully exposing my breasts to him.

"Fuck, Stella. Your body is just as beautiful as I remember," Murphy cooed at me.

I grinned as I stood, undoing the button on my pants before I pushed them down my legs. I watched Murphy pause as his eyes trailed over my body before his gaze locked on my hands.