Just For Tonight

Chapter - 1

She was trembling beneath me, her clammy hands tangled in my unruly locks. I would trail kisses up her clenched thighs, the ends of my hair tickling the smooth skin. 

"I can't, Lauren." She whispered. 

Her voice was hoarse.

Tired.

I smirked against the tan skin I was pecking, trailing my open-mouthed kisses up her abdomen, towards her exposed chest.

A breathy sigh left her well-spent body, her arms snaking their way around my neck, tugging me upwards so I would stop my hungry kisses on her perfect body.

I know this part.

This is the part where she tells me to leave. The part where she's going to pretend to live her perfect life the second I climb down her bedroom window.

"This was just for tonight." She said a bit more clearly this time, her hazelnut hues avoiding my emerald green.

It has never been just for tonight with her. It's been months. Half a year, on-going.

"Okay," I replied back.

There was a comfortable silence between us, my completely clothed body lying on top of her nude.

It's never about my pleasure or our pleasure when I sneak into her bedroom window every Friday. Only hers. She slams me against her bedroom wall the second I get in and then completely lets me have my way with her.

"Maybe next time I'll get to fuck you..." She hummed, almost as if she were truly considering it.

It's not the first time she's said that to me. Every time I come over, I expect her to rip off every piece of clothing I have on, but she never seems interested. Or she just tries to pretend my sexual needs don't even matter to her.

"Okay," I reply again, not sure of what else to say.

Camila was roughly tugging on my lower lip with her thumb and forefinger, her gaze locked on it.

The brunette girl never particularly liked looking into my eyes. She always told me that they were too distracting and annoying to look into while I fucked her senseless.

I, on the other hand, adore her brown orbs. The way her pupils immediately dilate the second I step into her bedroom. Her lust and hooded eyes watching as my tongue grazes over her bundle of nerves. The way they slam shut when she's nearing her moment of ecstasy.

"What are you looking at?" She snaps; her other hand tapping at my cheek, shaking me away from my reverie.

"Nothing, I was just admiring your eyes, is all." I commented, eyes flickering from her full lips to her tired baby browns.

I was almost left breathless when I saw that she had been watching me, staring back at me with heated eyes. A piercing glare that I still found incredibly sexy while most would find it intimidating and scary.

"Well, I don't like your eyes, Lauren. I told you that many times already. They're incorrigible when we're having sex." She rambled, her dark locks splayed out everywhere on her white pillow.

She looked stunning.

I only nodded this time, not bothering to fight her on this, "When will he be home?" I gnawed on my lower lip when she had finally released it from her hold.

The brunette girl laying below me immediately tensed, jaw flexing, eyes hardening. "Shut up, Lauren."

"I'm asking you-" I was cut off by a hard shove from the girl I adored.