Wanting You Forever (Camren g!p)

Wanting You Forever (3)

A/N: Hello again! I truly appreciate the support that everyone has given this story. The third chapter is below; this chapter has more smut and relationship drama, hopefully you like it. The next chapter is in the works. I will try to post chapter 4 sometime within the next few days. Also, anything in italics (not including the ending of the last chapter which is also posted below) is either for emphasis or is intended to represent someone's thoughts. I failed to really edit the second part of this when they're abroad so please forgive errors and things of that nature. Enjoy!

"In what ways do you want me?"

Lauren didn't even hesitate. "In every way."

Camila decided to tease, and lightly caressed the waistband of Lauren's sweatpants, her delicate fingers prancing along the thick elastic. She brought her body closer to her newly affirmed lover, her smooth lips ghosting Lauren's earlobe as she released her next breathy statement.

"Prove it."

A shudder ran through Lauren's body despite the warm enveloping San Diego air. Her mouth became arid as if all the moisture in her body evaporated, but she mustered enough condensation to run her tongue over her chapped lips before she hooked her fingers into the ridge of Camila's skin-tight yoga pants. She didn't need much force to pull the younger girl closer, planting a peck to her tanned shoulder before capturing her lips in a tantalizingly slow kiss. Camila moaned into Lauren's mouth, surprisingly aroused by the contrast of the subtle roughness of Lauren's lips and the gentle massage of her silky pink muscle. Her mind unraveled and she gave into Lauren's body, surrendering all of herself in that one simple act. Their lips molded like puzzle pieces and moved with expertise, as it always did whenever they found each other.

Camila briefly broke the kiss as she tilted her head to cast her gaze in the direction of Lauren's erection; though slightly concealed by the fabric, she didn't need the visual image of Lauren's cock to stroke her mental image of that beautiful dick, let along the feelings of what that dick could do to her when fully aroused. She shifted on her feet as she felt a tingling ripple through her center, her panties dampening as she thought about the way Lauren's meat rubbed against her walls. Sure enough, there was a massive bulge in the front of Lauren's sweatpants. Camila instinctively licked her lips before her eyes scurried north to rest on Lauren's face. She crashed her supple lips on Lauren's once more, rekindling the fire that ripped through their cores.

The distant sounds of laughter and voices forced them to yank their lips apart as they whipped their heads around in the direction of the front of the tour bus. Camila covered her lips with her left hand, in part because she was afraid of being caught (yet again) with her body molded to her bandmate but also because kissing Lauren was always a wonder, like your entire universe became an avalanche only to be reassembled by Lauren's touch.

"Shit! What are we going to do?!" Camila whisper-shouted, doe eyes wide as if they were already caught in the act.

"I don't know, but we need to learn how to lock the door."

"Why don't you go stall them or tell them to go away?"

Lauren huffed before she withdrew her hips from the counter area, using her free hand to point towards her erection.

"I'm fucking hard as shit! I'm not going out there like this!"

The younger girl brought both of her hands to her scalp and pushed her hair back, nimble fingers resting at the front of her beautiful mane.

"Fine, just uh...wait there."

Camila scurried off and disappeared behind the door to the back lounge. The sound of friendly banter drew closer as Lauren looked for something to conceal her erection. Regardless of the bus' new visitors, the last thing she wanted was to greet them with a tent in her sweatpants. Ally's apron was strewn about the adjacent countertop and Lauren snatched it just in time to wrap around her waist. The sound of laughter clearly emanated from a female, but her ears pricked up when she discerned a male voice as well, one that had only barely graduated from its pubescent period. Lauren affixed the apron and grabbed an oven mitt that was lying under Ally's apron to aid in her concealment. The faint sound of footsteps now resonated at the entrance of the small kitchen causing Lauren to reaffirm the apron and the oven mitt before she whipped around to face the doorway, her frame freezing when she saw a certain dark-haired Canadian singer facing her.