The One That Got Away (GIRLXGIRL)

Chapter Four

Belle's POV

I face palmed myself, letting out a heavy sigh. The events of yesterday pestered my worn out mind. Samantha's gift from Lucy and Jaycey trying to kiss me, it was all just too much for me to handle. I groaned, lifted myself up to sit on the kitchen counter and slowly drunk my coffee. For a long while I stared blankly at my bare thighs, putting the cup down and attempting to cover myself up. Jaycey was sleeping in the guest room and I had just finished taking a shower, the only thing covering my body was the towel and I didn't want her to wake up and walk in on me in such a compromising situation.

My mind wandered back to earlier in the morning. Samantha had staggered inside the house and she'd looked like a total hot mess. I'm guessing she decided to stay a little bit longer at the party since she was having the time of her life, plus it was her birthday so it was her right to come late anyways, I guess.

"Babe," she half-called, walking inside the kitchen. I snapped out of my thoughts, it's like she knew I had been thinking about her.

As soon as she stepped nearer to me, it hit me. The smell of sex, alcohol and Lucy. I flinched my nose, closing my eyes and trying to control my boiling anger. Maybe it was all in my head. She wouldn't have the audacity to play with my feelings like that.

"Babe," she said again but I still kept my eyes closed trying to hide my hurt and frustration. I felt her come inbetween my legs, her hands lifting the towel a bit and resting on the skin of my thighs, "Babe open your eyes."

"Why should I?" I whispered, not even trying to open them. I didn't want to see her but her hands moved higher up my thighs and she came closer.

"Because ---," she said, her lips grazing my earlobe, "I want you," she nibbled on it slightly, "--- to see how much I need you right now."

"I, I don't ---"

"Please," she cut in before I could finish stuttering my sentence.

I gave in and opened my eyes to only get lost in her ocean blue ones which now seemed darker and were more fuelled with pure lust. Closing the gap between us, I felt her warm lips landing on mine and without too much thought, I kissed her back. The kiss quickly intensified, both our tongues fought for dominance and I ended up letting her take over. I snaked my hands 'round her neck, pulling her closer to me. Her mouth left mine, slowly travelling down my jawline. I let out a muffled moan, not wanting to give her the satisfaction that she was totally making me wet. She travelled down to my neck, sucking and biting. Her hand rested on the knot of the towel that covered my body and she looked at me with her hungry eyes.

"Belle," was all she said in a low husky tone that caused heat inbetween my legs.

She untied the towel, making it fall on the kitchen counter, exposing my nakedness. Her eyes took me in. I bit my lower lip aroused by how she registered every inch of my body. I was already sexually frustrated and her not doing anything other than just fucking me with her eyes was making everything worse. I began to touch myself, fondling my breasts and moaning lightly. The more I touched myself the more her eyes grew a darker shade.

"Fuck!" she let out in a whisper. I stopped, got down and held her lips hostage again. As I kissed the life out of her, with her help, I hurriedly removed every piece of clothing she had on. We left the kitchen, our lips still connected. The bedroom seemed far away so we stopped at the living room couch and I laid her down, hovering above her and taking in one of her breasts in my mouth. I nipped on her hard nipples and she whimpered in pleasure. My lips trailed on her stomach, living wet kisses everywhere. There landed on the inside of her thigh, kissing and teasing her.