Fast Cars, Fast Women, and Cheap Drinks: Part 15
Summary: I can feel the brunette smirk against my collarbone, seemingly unaffected, but the way her hands tighten around my hips tells me that she wants me just as much as I want her. The way she pushes her body against mine as I drag my hands up and down her back, drawing aimlessly into her skin, makes damn sure I know it.
If I had any doubts about finally giving in to Demi, the second I saw her walk through my door changed it all.
It wasn’t the smoldering, unbridled lust in her eyes, though that did cause a rush of heat straight to pit of my stomach.
It wasn’t the smirk playing on her lips, although that was more than enough to pull me to her, lips fusing together.
It was, however, the way the brunette waltzed in without a shirt on, completely unabashed. The way she closed the door, her gaze not once shifting away from mine. The way she gripped the back of my thighs and lifted me up off the floor, allowing me to wrap my legs around her waist.
“Demi.” I gasp out, “Upstairs. Please.”
The brunette pulls away, nodding jerkily before setting me down. I take her hand, leading her up the stairs, past the guest room and into my own.
Demi eyes the bed hungrily, the desperate look in her gaze matching my own, although my target was something altogether.
“You’re not going to chicken out on me, are you, Dem?” I tease, hooking my fingers through the girl’s belt loops.
The next thing I know, I’m suddenly staring at my ceiling, with a hot warm mouth pressing itself on my stomach, trailing up my ribs, a velvety tongue darting out every so often accompanied with soft moans courtesy of me.
“You fucking wish, Princess.”
Reaching down, I tangle my fingers in the dark loose curls, pulling Demi back up and forcing my tongue in her mouth, dueling with hers for dominance.
Demi’s expert hands ghost over my sides, her fingers brushing over my bra-clad sides. Breaking the kiss, I gasp for air, but the shorter girl isn’t deterred in the slightest as she sucks on my pulse point, surely leaving a mark.
“Fuck.”
The word leaves my lips and I feel the blood rush briefly to my face but the way Demi looks down at me when she pulls her face out of the crook of my neck, makes me ache for her touch.
“Do you like it when I say that word, Demi?” I whisper tantalizingly in her ear.
I can feel the brunette smirk against my collarbone, seemingly unaffected, but the way her hands tighten around my hips tells me that she wants me just as much as I want her. The way she pushes her body against mine as I drag my hands up and down her back, drawing aimlessly into her skin, makes damn sure I know it.
My fingers falter over the clasp of her bra, lacy black of course, as if the girl would ever be caught in something that didn’t look so amazingly hot on her. The tip of my index finger dips under the clasp, momentarily playing with the idea of snapping it open, before choosing not to be risky and traveling down to the small of her back.
Not even a second later, Demi’s mouth is off my skin and she’s hovering over me, a knee settled on either side of my hips.
“Do I have to do everything myself?” The girl teases me as she reaches back to undo the clasp, her raspy voice washing over me. Her hands came back around tugging on one of the straps, pulling it over her shoulder before doing the same to the other.
I prop myself up on my elbows, eyes wide and eager, tongue darting out to wet my lips.
“Should I, Selena? Should I take this off?” Biting her bottom lip seductively, Demi quirks up an eyebrow, her voice husky and low. “Do you want me to?”
I can hardly take in a shaky breath as I nod, all the air getting trapped in my lungs as my attention focuses on the other girl’s chest.
And then it was gone and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to, but believe me, I sure as hell didn’t want to.
My eyes rake along the soft swell of the girl’s chest, committing each curve to memory. My hands are busy fisting the bunched sheets, as my gaze drags over every part my hands were itching to touch.
“Listen, Gomez...I’m willing to do some of the work but you’ve got to help me out here, Princess.” Demi’s voice shakes me out of the reverie I’m lost in.
“Seriously, Sel. It’s okay.”
Without my consent, my hands are suddenly splayed over her toned stomach, nails lightly dragging over her Demi’s skin.
After much too long, the brunette’s lips are on mine again and her hands are lazily tracing just above the waistband of my jeans.
The laziness lasts for just a little longer before she’s snapped the button open and is tugging down the zipper, but by now I’m more than willing. My hips arch up off the bed, into the other girl, who’s already one step ahead and tugging down my jeans.
Reaching up, I take a hold of Demi’s hips, flipping her over so that I was on top of her. There’s a surprised look that flickers in her eyes but soon amusement settles in. “What’s your next move, Gomez?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Princess, have you never-“
“Shut up, Lovato. I have, okay. I just…” I trail off as my gaze trips over Demi’s breasts and all I can think is how I love the creamy tan skin, the darker colored nipples standing erect for me. I’m reminded of coffee, and my tongue darts out as I wonder what the taste may be if I could just have that nipple in my mouth, to roll it, bite it, suck it. And when I realize I can...
I cover her breast with my mouth and let my tongue tease her already hardened buds to their peak. Demi doesn’t bother suppressing her moans, and I can feel each one vibrating through my body. Reaching up with a free hand, I brush my thumb over her other nipple, immediately gratified by the sharp arch of her back.
Her skilled hands don’t fumble when they run up my spine and unclasp my bra nor do they falter when the garment is thrown to the side. Her hands attach themselves to my chest, squeezing, pulling, twisting; her lips are on my neck, sucking, nipping, biting.
The coupling of the different sensations was enough to draw my own satisfied groans and content sighs. One hand releases her hold on my breast, much to my dismay, and snakes a hand around my waist and once again, I’m looking at the ceiling.
We shift slightly and I feel her legs straddling my hips yet again. “I’m going to start thinking that you like straddling me.”
Watching her smirk down at me, an eyebrow quirked up, doubles, nearly triples, the mounting pressure in my stomach. “I think that’s a pretty safe bet, Princess.”
My eyes flutter at the sound of her voice and I can’t take it anymore. I nearly lunge at her jeans, ripping the button open and tugging them down. Demi wastes no time in kicking them off but stops my hand in its downward decent, interlocking our fingers sloppily.
She brings my hand up to her lips, kissing each knuckle softly, and I’m melting because it’s just the sweetest thing she’s done all night. Then I feel her hand, drawing light circles inside my thighs, inching higher and higher up.
I take a sharp intake of breath just as her fingers come within a hair’s breadth away from where I need her most, but then she’s gripping my hips and her mouth is on my neck, sucking at my skin. Her hands drag up and start manipulating my chest, skilled fingers bringing satisfaction.
Her mouth continues it decent, the heat just above my bellybutton. I start to lose focus and I’m pretty sure that I couldn’t tell you who the first president of our great country is because the only name I’m thinking of is-
“Demi, keep going.”
I’m not sure if that was the right thing to say, because suddenly she stops to look up at me with her dangerous chocolate colored eyes, and the one thing I want to do most is to pull her up and hold her tight in my arms. Let her know that I’m always going to do what I need to do keep her safe.
However, because the hand that had previously been drawing shapes into my skin, is now scorching a path straight to the waistband of the last barrier between her fingers and me, I don’t dare disturb the other girl. The small piece of fabric is gone soon enough, and though I thought I’d be embarrassed, all I can think about is the way her hand slowly parting me.
I’m not expecting Demi to be as much of a tease as she is. Her fingers circle my core, dipping inside me just enough to make me gasp only to pull out. Her lips are on my neck and she’s kissing the skin there tenderly, very contradictory of the way her fingers are exploring each fold, much too slowly in my honest opinion.
The heat just below my stomach is scorching now, pressure building, even though we haven’t even started to-
“Oh.”
Suddenly she’s filling me and all I can do is let out a soft appreciative groan. I’m trying to hard to keep my eyes open, just so I can memorize each second of this moment, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult with the quickened pace of her hand and absolutely impossible when she pushes in a second finger.
By now, my hips have a mind of their own, bucking upwards to meet each thrust of the brunette’s hands. I feel like I’m sprinting towards the edge of a cliff, ready to fling myself off the edge when her hand is suddenly gone.
I’m sure my mouth is gaping, opening and closing without any coherent sounds, because trains of thought have just completely failed me in this case.
Swallowing hard, I try to raise my head to look at Demi but she simply covers her lips with mine and slides inside me again. This time is different though, as the gorgeous brunette breaks away to watch me as her fingers speed up and her thumb presses down on the small bundle of nerves.
It’s no time at all before I’m flying, arching up off the bed, short nails dragging down her bare back, no doubt leaving red lines in their wake. I’m certain that I call out her name when the first wave hits, but after that I’m utterly lost. So lost, in fact that I couldn’t tell you my middle name, but that doesn’t bother me in the slightest because Demetria Devonne Lovato is in my bed with me, smiling softly and pressing kisses into the side of my face.
I slide my hand down between us, my free hand cupping her cheek as I meet her lips with mine, and then she’s gasping.
I’m almost shocked that a twist of my hand like this can make her body arch into mine and sounds like that escape into my room.
Then, I’m all too nervous, second guessing myself and I run my thumb over the curve of her cheeks to get her attention.
Eyes fluttering open, lips parted, I almost forget what I had interrupted her for. “Dem, baby…Am I doing okay?”
She lets out a soft scoff, not condescending in the slightest, almost in adoration, and nods. “P-perfect, Sel. Just don’t stop now.”
So I don’t. I press into her harder, her hips meeting my hand each time. She’s biting into my shoulder, propped up on her elbows, our breasts rolling against each other with the movements. It’s more than enough to make me wet again.
When she breathlessly asks for more, I don’t deny her that either, sliding an additional finger to the two already moving in and out of her. And then she’s moaning into my skin, elbows giving out as she collapses on top of me with a sheen layer of sweat on her forehead, eyes rolled back into her head and her free hand grasping blindly for mine. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful before in my life.
A few moments passed, her breathing evening out before she smiles that dangerous smile and presses her lips back on my skin. I can feel her getting lower and lower and soon her mouth is passing my belly button, pausing to kiss each of my hipbones twice before grinning up at me.
I tangle my fingers deep in her air, my hips raising in desperate need. Soon her mouth has taken the place that her hand once was, drawing lazy shapes in to my inner thighs. I can feel her smirk into my skin as she kisses closer and closer and I want to be mad at her but her tongue is on me and I can’t think straight again.
I’m gripping her hair tighter and fleetingly I wonder if I’m hurting her but she doesn’t seem to care as she moves faster and faster. Maybe it’s all in my head and it just feels faster and faster but at this point it doesn’t matter because when she starts sucking, I’m a goner.
She pulls away and I briefly miss the closeness but she’s kissing her way up my body, snuggling into my side perfectly. “I told you I’d make your night amazing.”
Rolling my eyes, I playfully swat at the other girl. “Shut up, Lovato. Let me have this moment.”
Demi snickers softly but proceeds to pull me against her body, kissing the back of my neck, “Alright, Princess.”
“I did okay, right?”
“You did beautiful.”
Eyebrows furrowing, I turn to look at the other girl, “Beautiful?”
“Shut up. It made sense in my head.”
Laughing softly, I snuggle back into her embrace, feeling her smile against me and kiss my neck gently. “You did beautiful, too, Demi. You did beautiful, too.”
And done! So I’ve had a couple problems with my laptop. It’s currently dead. But I managed to finish this up for you guys. Hope you guys liked it! Don’t forget to leave your thoughts!!