work together // cth

ventuno

he shaved his scruff and I'm furious hhh it's gonna take him another 20 yrs to grow it back (play the song it's gr8) 

After walking into my room, I closed my door and locked it because, even though those are my best friends out there, I didn't feel like being bothered. Turning on my loud music, I slip into shorts and a tee and then lay down on my bed. Going to work, going to school, and sharing an apartment with your best friend leaves you about no time to yourself, which is why I cherish this time by myself. It's also why I almost didn't answer the door when someone knocked, but alas I did.

I crawled off my bed, unlocked the door and opened it slightly. I peeped my head through, coming face to chin with Calum.

"Hey, can I come in?" He asks, I nod and open the door wider. He comes in and immediately sits on my bed, looking around.

"You still have my things, yeah?" He comments, gesturing toward his clothes he left here. I nod, asking if he wants them back but he quickly says no.

"So were you hanging out with that guy that works at Game Stop? The one from the party?" Calum asks next, playing with his fingers.

"Holden" I nodded.

"The one that you kissed."

"Holden" I say again, more insistent.

"The guy you fucked" He spat, the anger evident in his voice.

I look at him and scowl harshly. I told him before that I didn't sleep with Holden, I told him that he just dropped me home. And I know that he's just mad, but that's a really stupid thing to say.

"Get out" I mutter, glaring at him. Calum looks shocked, but once I repeat it his once harsh features soften.

"Grace, I-" He tries to explain, but I cut him off.

"I told you that I didn't fuck him. We're just friends, as are we, don't forget that," I start, then pause, "fuck you, Calum. Get out."

"Grace, I'm sorry. It's hard seeing you with other guys-"

"Get out."

"-because you used to be my girlfriend, and-"

"I was never your girlfriend" I remind him, cutting him off.

He stops talking completely now, his eyebrows furrow and his lips turn down. Calum stares at me for a moment then gets up and walks out the room. I sigh, now he's hurt. It's not my fault he never asked me to be his girlfriend. He shouldn't be so hurt over it, I really liked him and he never put the effort into asking me. We just acted like we were dating.

I walk over to my tv to turn it on, getting the remote. My door opens again and footsteps approach me, a hand grabs my wrist and turns me around. Calum's lips mold together with mine, his hand leaves my wrist to cup my cheek.

"Calum" I mumble, pulling away from the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, "we can't do this."

"Why not?" He asks, his lips peppering my neck. I whimper, my mind going blank. I don't know why it's wrong, I don't know anymore. All I know is that Calum's lips are on my neck and it's bliss.

My fingers tug on the ends of his hair as he picks me up to sit on my dresser. Our lips reattach, his fingers slipping under the waistband of my underwear. He slips off my shorts as I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth. He moans and I throw my head back, his fingers rubbing me through my underwear.

Just his touch almost makes me come undone. I've missed him so much; the feeling of his lips, skin, fingers on me.

He removes his hand from my now wet center, resting his forehead on mine. Our breaths are labored and I frown slightly at the loss of contact. He nibbles on his bottom lip, which is incredibly hot. His fingers trace drawings on my skin, leaving goosebumps.

"Fuck. I've been waiting to do that for awhile" Calum sighs, "I'm sorry that I was being an ass, I just got jealous that he could be with you and I couldn't."

"I don't want to talk about him" I murmur, making Calum smirk. Our lips locked again, Calum places his hands on my ass, picking me up and dropping me on my bed, but not before giving it a squeeze.

I giggle as he drops me and crawls on top of me. I arch my back as he takes my shirt off, then I take his off. His lips leave a trail of kisses from my collarbone to my stomach. Soon enough he's leaving slow, wet kisses on my inner thighs, making me want to shut them, but he keeps them open and steady. His mouth keeps nearing my throbbing core, but he teases me by kitten licking the wet area on my underwear. I throw my head back into the pillows, the tight feeling in my lower abdomen forming, wanting nothing more than this boy's lips on my clit.

"For fucks sake, Cal" I groan loudly.

"Shh. We can't let our friends know what we're doing in here. Be quiet, baby girl," He chuckles, but slides the lace down my legs. A finger is pushed inside of me easily because he made me so wet, pumping in and out at a slow pace, a smug smirk on his face. He adds another finger, speeding up and I feel my head start to spin.

I buck my hips, but he uses his free hand to keep me down. Finally his tongue comes in contact with my clit, rolling, sucking, and nibbling on it. I stifle my moans by biting on my lip, but I can feel myself dripping onto his tongue. A wave of pleasure flies through my body.

"I'm close" I moan out, fisting his curls.

He nods, delving his tongue into my folds. I'm barely able to contain my moans. Lauren or one of the boys walking in would be embarrassing, which is the only reason I even tried to be quiet.

I grip the sheets until my knuckles turn white as I come undone into his mouth and he licks it all up. I sigh as he comes up and crawls on me. He lays his head on my stomach, hearing my rapid heartbeat. I get from under him to straddle his waist, lightly grinding my hips on his bulge.

My lips peppered his jawline with wet kisses, moaning whenever he pressed his erection onto me. I pressed his hips down, letting a cocky smirk come onto my face.

"Your turn, baby."

don't talk to me for a week