Think Again (Camren)

Safe place

Camila Cabello's Point Of View

Her hands tugged my coat off my shoulders as we stumbled through the front door. I pushed off her trench coat, leaving it somewhere in our heated trail. We both seemed to have refused to unlock lips as we made our way into the living room without knocking much over. Her fingers were fast unzipping my dress. Her lips ripped away from mine as she frantically kissed my shoulders lightly before dragging the cloth off my body and it floated to the floor, leaving me in my black panties and black bra. "Camila !" she groaned as she pushed me onto the couch.

She stood between my legs and I looked up at her through heavy lidded eyes and a smile tugged at her lips as she reached for the remote and pressed the CD button. We were listening to music earlier while getting ready, she must've heard it blaring as they picked us up. She flipped through the songs before she landed on the one she was looking for.

The Hills by The Weeknd.

I groaned when Lauren winked at me and shot me her sexy smirk

Have I mentioned lately how fucking sexy she was?

She dipped her hips to the music and slowly, she allowed the strapless dress fall to her waist, showing off her black, strapless bra. Lauren straddled my lap, singing the words with The Weeknd and she hit every note in a sexy husky voice. I could feel myself become wetter by the second. Her mouth was next to my ear and I had to brace myself, even though I was sitting down already, for what she was about to do next.

I only love it when you touch me

Lauren had my hand slide up her dress, over her nicely toned thighs and to my utter surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Fuck Laur.." I husked as I felt her coat my fingers immediately. I allowed my fingers to stay where they were because I wasn't sure what she had in mind next. Her hips were moving to the beat as she pushed herself over my stilled fingers, a moan escaping her lips as my fingers made contact with her clit.

Her teeth grazed my ear before she pulled back, her own hands making hot patterns down my exposed stomach and to the elastic of my panties. She stood up and dragged me with her by my waist. "Stay." She whispered before she continued her song.

I was her pole. Her leg wrapped around me as she danced seductively, trying my patience. I hadn't much left. I wanted to take Lauren, throw her on the couch, rip her dress off and taste her, feel her, make her scream my name.

But it wasn't my game. Lauren was in control and she knew it.

Stepping away from me briefly, she wiggled her way out of her dress and tossed it carelessly aside. She was now in her strapless bra and high heels. She was fucking hot and I lost control. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to me, kissing her hard. I felt her tongue hot and persistent in my mouth before she stepped away, taking off her bra, and said "Everything off."

"Oh God." The words barely escaped my mouth as I slowly hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. My eyes never left the smoldering green ones that watched me intensely. Lauren had stopped dancing to watch me undress. I could tell she was enjoying the show. It was my turn to sway my hips to the music and take over the vocal parts.

A low moan vibrated from her throat as she bit her lip, stopping herself from attacking me with passion.

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe

I ran my fingers over my sides, teasing her and her breath hitched. "Camila.." she whispered as she stepped forward but was stopped by my hand gently against her stomach. I waved my finger at her, scolding her slightly with the sudden movement. The ball was in my court when she whimpered but complied. I unclasped my bra and let it drop to my feet. The music had stopped but the mood was stronger than ever. She took a step forward and met me in a heated embrace, her hot mouth seeking mine. We both moaned loudly at the contact, my hands whispering across her back. She placed a hand on my neck as she swung herself around, sitting on the couch. I landed in front of her, my knees hitting the hardwood floor. I was too consumed by passion to feel if it hurt.