All's Fair (Lauren/You)

Chapter 40

'Tis the fuckin season 🌚

Y/N'S POV

Lauren was stunned into silence. I took the opportunity to lean up and connect my lips back to her neck, creating hickies on the opposite side. Her hands threaded in my hair and tugged when I bit down on a certain spot. Lauren breathed shakily in my ear, quiet moans escaping her lips.

"Y/N." She whispered. I hummed and placed my hands on her hips, my thumbs resting just inside the hem of her jeans.

Lauren pushed my head away from her neck so she could remove my jersey from her body. My eyes traveled the expanse of her torso, and even though it wasn't necessarily the first time I've seen her, I wanted to engrave the memory in my mind.

When Lauren threw my jersey to the side, she lifted my head to smash her lips on mine. I groaned at the roughness, the force almost pushing me to lay down.

My hands traveled to Lauren's backside and gave a generous squeeze, causing Lauren's hips to jerk against mine and eliciting a moan out of the both of us. I could feel myself growing in my jeans and I know Lauren felt it too.

She trailed her hand down from my hair to just under my bellybutton, teasing me. She dipped her fingers under my boxers and the lightest touch of her fingers on my member had me bucking my hips in anticipation.

Lauren smirked against my lips, licking my bottom one to ask for entrance. I granted access and our tongues immediately collided to fight for dominance. In the end I won but Lauren bit down on my tongue to she her frustration.

I took her arms off of me and flipped our positions so Lauren was laying down as I hovered over her. My lips attached to the skin on top of her breasts, her hands taking their place threaded in my hair. I trailed the tips of my fingers up Lauren's sides, visible goosebumps leaving a trail. When my hands reached the clip of her bra I looked into her eyes before unclipping the bra.

The usual emerald color of Lauren's eyes meshed into a dark forest green, eventually becoming an almost blackened color. Lust and love swam throughout her eyes, them giving off any emotion she was feeling.

Lauren was the one to take the initiative to remove her bra, throwing it in the same direction she threw my jersey. Our eyes stayed connected as I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, her back arching into mine.

Her mouth hung open as silent moans escaped, her breathing becoming more erratic. Instead of gripping onto my hair, Lauren decided to just grip the bedsheets. I switched to her other breast and gave it the same attention, moving one of my hands to grasp the one I just left in my fingers.

"Ugh, babe." Lauren dragged out a moan.

I started moving downwards to the hem of Lauren's jeans. With every new inch of skin I tried to leave a mark, nipping and sucking as I trailed down.

When my lips hit the rough material of Lauren's jeans I moved my head up so I could grip onto the hem with my hands, asking for permission to take them off. Lauren gave one nod and that was all it took, I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before yanking them down Lauren's pale legs.

I was about to lean up to create more hickies but I almost got a kick in the face when Lauren managed to take the jeans off her ankles herself.