Watchdogs

[09] Cold Sweat

The hangar has turned into a club. Engineers have decorated the place with strobe lights, streamers, speakers, and more to imitate the feeling of a club. It's solely for their victory in Miami. They may not have been able to retake the whole city, but they'd been able to drive back Paragon's forces and keep them at bay for a little while longer.

Earlier, the DJ had been playing nothing but trap and house music. Now, he has eased into more sensual vibes and it's really putting everyone in the mood. Couples grind against each other as the music plays, hands roaming each other's bodies. Dinah had gotten bold with Camila after downing numerous shots of Hennessy. They are dancing themselves—both look ready to jump each other's bones, even if they are in public.

Lauren hums along with the song that the DJ is playing, singing a few lyrics. She watches Normani dance with some of her friends from the bar. She takes a hit of the blunt in between her fingers, struggling to take her eyes away. Normani picks up on this, so she makes eye contact with her and begins to grind on Tiki. The sexual tension is so thick that it can be cut with a knife.

Normani bends over slightly and pops her ass, moving slowly. Lauren squeezes the white counter, biting her lip so hard that she could leave permanent indentations. She throws it back and blinks innocently, a teasing smirk on her face as she does it. She stands up straight once more and moves away from Tiki, making a come hither motion to Lauren. The younger girl places everything down and slowly walks over, surprised out how she hasn't stumbled.

Normani wraps her arms around Lauren's neck and tugs her lip from between her teeth. Her hands find their way beneath the Latina's shirt and trace over the smooth surface of her toned abs. Lauren tentatively reaches down and cups the darker girl's ass, squeezing softly. She rocks to the beat, blushing when she feels Normani's breath tickle her ear.

"You know," she husks. "You've got a big problem down there."

Lauren swallows. "I do?"

"I can fix it for you." Is all she says before taking Lauren's hand and pulling her out of the hangar.

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Lauren grabs the darker girl's hand, pulling her into the hotel room and locking the door. Her hands cup Normani's plump and round ass as she kisses her, their lips moving in sync. She nips along the older girl's bottom lip, pleading for entrance as they shuffle along.

"Bed," Lauren mumbles against her lips, hooking her arms under Normani's thighs. She carries her over and falls back on the bed, allowing her to be straddled by the chocolate beauty above her.

Lips parted, Lauren slips her tongue through the temptress' mouth and paints it, massaging her own tongue. The slick muscle expertly roams through every crook inside of Normani's mouth, never missing a spot. Moaning, Normani gently grinds into the Latina's crotch, moving against her obvious erection. She smirks at the groan that escapes her lips, pulling away momentarily so they could slip their shirts off.

Lauren licks her lips and admires the toned abs and beautiful breasts that were presented to her. She gently grips them, marveling at the fact that her whole hand couldn't fit Mani's entire breast.

She watches as the darker girl trails her finger down her toned chest, getting a feel for her abs and leaning down. Her lips attached to her pale neck, sucking harshly in order to form a mark. Lauren lets out another low moan, placing her hand on her head and urging the older girl to continue her vicious assault on her neck.

Normani trails her tongue up the Latina's neck, nipping at her jawline. She starts to litter kisses down Lauren's body as she settles between her legs, spending extra time on her delicious abs. Her fingers dance along the zipper, playfully slipping it down and making eye contact with the horny green-eyed seductress. She yanks down her boxers, immediately licking her lips at Lauren's erect ten-inch member. The vein pulses and pre-cum already lined its tip.