********************WARNING. SMUT SMUT SMUT. SEXUALNESS******************
Caspar's P.O.V
I stretched out my legs, feeling the relieving shiver travel down my legs and to my feet.
As my eyes opened, I set my eyes on the pale ceiling above me in Sam's guest bedroom, where I was staying while I was in over.
I yawned as I ran my hands through my hair, making it stand up a bit. Forcing myself out from under the duvet seemed like the hardest thing ever but I managed, elbowing something soft as I did. Even though I didn't turn around, I instantly knew what it was, as the images of last night rushed back into my mind all at once. It felt as if my heart fell into my stomach as I dropped my head into my hands as I sat on the edge of the bed. I finally turned around to reveal a lightly breathing Zoe laying there, her hair spread across the one pillow on the single bed.
She looked so beautiful that I couldn't bring myself to wake her.
I'm such a idiot. How could I have done that to Jack. It was a mistake, I know, but the minute our lips touched, I couldn't control myself.
I pressed my palms to my eyes as the images came flooding into view.
We had kissed for a long time in the kitchen, sharing the odd laugh followed by a peck, now and then. Zoe seemed genuinely happy and so did I, I guess. I remember us being interrupted by like three people stumbling in on us and I felt Zoe sneak my hand in hers as we walked out, pretending nothing had happened at all. I thought we would stop outside the kitchen and go our separate ways but that's not what she had in mind, obviously. She lead me to the stairs, keeping a sharp eye out for anyone we knew. I'm pretty sure I said something to her at this point.
''Zoe, we can't do this'' I whisper shouted towards her but she kept stepping up the stairs, her back to me as if I hadn't said anything at all.
As we got to the bedroom door I tugged at her hand, whipping her around to face me.
''Zoe!'' I whisper shouted, again, staring into her eyes, trying to get the message across that what we were doing was so messed up.
''No. Now shush'' She responded, simple and sternly, planting a sweet kiss on my lips and that definitely got me.
She turned again, making her way into the room, me close behind. I just couldn't resist her.
I slid my hand up her loose t-shirt, feeling all over her sides and stomach, all the places I've been dying to touch for so long.
She whipped around to face me, giggling slightly, and, putting her hand on top of mine, she guided my hand up along the middle of her perfect stomach and onto the top of her breasts.
''Oh shit...'' I murmured as I pulled her closer to me. She quickly reached back and shut the door before tending to my hand again.
Our breathing was the only sound that could be heard in the room, heavy and jagged.
I smashed my lips to hers as she guided my hand underneath her bra, letting out a quiet moan into my mouth.
I allowed my other hand to glide down the front of her stomach until I reached the hem of her black leggings. Ok I was really fucking ready for her right then and there.
''Mhm'' She murmured through the kiss, nodding her head a little.
With that, I slowly moved my hand down the front of her leggings, over her underwear, as I pushed her up against the wall. I didn't want to go to far too fast just incase.
Zoe's P.O.V (that night)
I wasn't that drunk to be honest. I knew what was going on and I was ok with it, obviously.
I felt my heart pounding as Caspar's hand slid down my stomach and to the top of my leggings. I briefly murmured and nodded as he pushed me up against the wall behind me and with barely any hesitation, Caspar slid his hand down into my leggings, over my underwear.
I felt a shiver travel up my spine as his fingers rubbed the skin on my inner thigh. I could feel his length against the inside of my leg too.
Caspar's body began grinding in rhythm against mine, up against the wall, as his hand moved up my thigh and under my underwear, where I really needed him. I pulled back from the kiss and threw my head back, him still pulsing against me. My eyes closed as this insane pleasure took over my body. ''Oh fuck!'' I yelled, trying to find my breath again. My eyes opened to reveal a smirking Caspar, our noses touching as I could still feel him touching me.
His hot breath hit my neck just before his lips met the warm skin of it. He started planting kisses and sucking on my neck and collarbone, making me want to scream out his name but I couldn't, in fear of someone hearing me.
I rested both my arms on his shoulders, jumping up until he was holding me, pushed against the wall.
As I reached my climax, Caspar let me fall to the floor again and took his hand from my pants, grinning mischievously. I smirked a little, walking over to the single bed. I slowly removed my shirt, being a tease as he stood there watching me. I kicked off my heels and tugged my leggings down and off me, leaving me in just my underwear. I let my hair flow down my shoulders as I walked back over to Caspar who was scanning my body up and down. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head.
Taking my two index fingers, I hooked them round the elastic part of his boxers pulling him towards me.
''Now. Your turn'' I whisper up to him as he stares right down at me.
With one swift movement, Caspar picks me up and carries me to the bed, laying me down and slowly removing my black lace underwear which I had planned to wear for Jack but...
Chucking them on the floor, he removes his trousers and boxer shorts before climbing on top of me and kissing me passionately, my legs straddling his waist.
Several moans escape his lips as I await his entry.
''Fucking hell, I love you'' I blurt out, my face in his neck. I move my hand up to his neck.
''I love you more'' He simply replies into my hair.
Caspar's P.O.V (back to morning)
My eyes snap open as I come out of my thoughts to face the sudden realisation of what I have done.
''fuck'' I say into my hands before standing up and putting on my boxers.
I turn back to Zoe to check that she's sleeping, which she is, and then make my way out to the top of the stairs.
I stare down at the dump that is the downstairs of Sam's house. I am not helping clean this up, that much I know.
I carefully step over bits of glass and food that are scattered all over the hallway and eventually step into the sitting room which is just as bad really. I look over to the couch to find Sam lying there, passed out surrounded my cups and bottles.
I sigh and turn to walk out of the room when I hear movement from him.
''Hey buddy. '' I laugh as he grabs his, obviously aching, forehead and opens his eyes.
It takes a second for his gaze to focus on me but when it does, his whole face turns serious as he looks me straight in the eye.
My smile fades as I try read his expression or wait for him to speak which he does eventually but it's not what I needed to hear.
''Man. You're in trouble.''
