Living With The Player

CAMILLA RENÉE

MONDAY.

“Camilla Renée, you are one confusing specimen.”

He starts, lifting me off the couch. Both legs wrap around his waist in their accord.

“How’d you figure?”

I laugh, stuffing a fist into his hair then rolling as I wanted to since that day by the faculty. I toss my head back and moan.

“One would think you’re shy.”

He puts in, burying his head by my neck, then taking a spin around proceeding further into the house.

There’s a long hallway ahead.

I giggle. “Aren’t I?”

“Reserved.”

He begins again, meandering to my ear, flicking his tongue over my lobes, then rolling. As he did before. Repeatedly. I moan and tug at his bareback, gouging my nails as far as they could go.

“But this Camilla is something else. Bold… Daring.”

He turns to one room and I sigh. “I am.”

Using his foot, he booted it open, crouching his knee so we could both go in with no obstruction.

“My bedroom.”

I plop down from his waist, wriggling around the room with a playful giggle.

“As you requested.”

He nibbles, strutting behind me. I trot my hand through the dressing table which is filled with body spray, a comb he does not use and creams.

“Yes. Now, where were we?”

I taunt, arching a brow as I spin around and meet his gaze. They’re fixed on mine, staring with lust and hunger. Maybe it’s a mirror of how mine looks.

But again, I have no more fucks to give.

Stepping on my toes, I curl my hands, wrenching his hair and the part of him I wanted to meet my level. Cautiously, I pull his bottom lip between my teeth and close what remaining distance was left.

We moan in unison. My back hits the dressing table, causing a few objects to spill over to the ground.

I’m above ground level, swerved and meeting the bed in the middle.

Tentatively, he let me down without breaking contact.

He hauls away only to bend over, taking my shirt off my body completely, leaving just my bra and jeans.

His lips are on my belly again, drawing circles with his tongue and sucking on them until they leave a mark.

Arching my back, I grab the sheets, but he’s quick to press my body against the bed, thwarting my movements.

He chuckles right against my belly button. I half shudder and wince simultaneously, breathing at intervals to keep myself from losing it.

Jimmy’s lips go from my belly button to my upper abdomen and finally steady at my cleavages. They’ve gotten better compared to high school, but they’re still a sensitive area for me and I gasp and snap my lids open.

He recoils immediately, setting his gaze on me. They’re filled with concern and a little confusion.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

I bob my head slowly, lifting half my weight for a kiss. He goes behind my back, unclasping my bra clips, then tracing his fingers upfront to get rid of them entirely.

I don’t *not* notice how my body trembles at his touch. Granted, it’s been a while, but he’s good. He’s extremely good.

I sigh softly when his lips reach my breasts, but just as they’re about to circle my nipples, I catch the sound of incoming footsteps.

Jimmy does as well because he jerks off my body, grunting out loud with a hand stuck in his hair. I grab my shirt and pull it over my head just as a figure comes into view.

Jimmy bolts off to the door to intercept whoever that is and shortly afterwards, they’re speaking indistinctly in the hall, then retreating.

Swiftly, I pull the shirt off, grab my bra and reach behind, clipping it in place, then return the shirt to its place.

My hair is sticking out after taking such a long time to put it in place.

I roll my eyes and consider taking his comb, but that might do more harm than good.

I’ll just order a ride from there up to my dorm, then pray no one sees me till I get inside. It’s already past six pm. Maybe luck will stay by my side.

Huffing deeply, I move out of the room, running a few fingers through my hair. Damage control.

I reach the living room, and Jimmy is still speaking with his friend. Fuck, he’s still shirtless. That’s not a good look.

I turn red and stare past him and meet his friend, already glancing.

Then it crosses my mind that we might have already met. He seems oddly familiar. Just can’t place when or where.

“Camilla, this is Graham, my friend and roommate, once in a while. He’s the one I told you about.”

My blush only deepened.

“Hi.”

I murmur, stepping forward to shake his hand. His intense glare confirms my suspicions that we might have met after all. If he could narrow the search, he doesn’t utter a word, merely takes my hand with a smile.

“Hello.”

He greets back, and I move away.

All seems to go well for now. Jimmy and I made out intensively. Might have gone further and done the “deed” if Graham here hadn’t returned. Why did he even?

Jimmy said he’ll be gone. I shake my head and move away. Hopefully, I don’t see his face again because this is very embarrassing. Don’t take a genius to figure out what I was doing in his bedroom. Doesn’t help much since Jimmy wouldn’t put his shirt on.

Fuck my life.

I’ll just grab my computer, my cell phone, then leave.

“I couldn’t get any good wine, so there’s no point in staying over. We’ll just continue from where we dropped off tomorrow.”

My back is bent over, but my ears are not. Those words register in my head. They originate from the front door, which I realise now was casually left open.

Maybe if I wasn’t so engrossed in Jimmy and his friend, that might have meant someone else was coming in.

I realise that mistake now only it’s too late.

That voice at the door? It’s Dylan’s. It’s unmistakable Dylan’s.

I skip past why Dylan is here. He’s following me? He’s friends with Jimmy somehow?Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

I chortle silently at that thought.

Hol’up, He’s a friend of Graham. I saw him over the weekend. They were speaking when I arrived behind the faculty. What the fuck is my problem?

Why didn’t I realise that sooner and leave?

Deep breaths Camilla. My world seems to move a little slowly because my back is still bent over, gripping my computer tighter than when Jimmy stood behind me whispering nasty things at the back of my ear.

Oh God, why did I just make that comparison?

Maybe I just stay and Dylan leaves as he said. Maybe he already left? Nope. There’s no way he hasn’t seen me unless he’s standing by the front door, in which case he’s already seen Jimmy.

Holy mother of everything messed up. Jimmy is shirtless.

Dylan would see that.

Do I care? No. We cut each other off. I don’t-fuck yeah; I do. I wouldn’t be frozen in one position for nearly a minute if I didn’t.

Deep breaths.

Gently, I straighten my back and turn.

In my head, I said I’ll face Jimmy and his friend. Say goodbye and walk out of here like Dylan wasn’t just standing there.

I scoff.

Like hell I did. My gaze went past everyone else in the room and stopped at him.

And he’s not gleaming.

He stares straight back. His eyes are red. He’s cringing as though he were reliving a nasty event. Then had twitched his lips and glimpsed past me and goes to Jimmy.

Shirtless Jimmy.

Graham just walked in. With him. He’ll know we were alone in the house. I don’t exactly look innocent.

Crumpled shirt. Messed up hair. The biggest giveaway will be my features. I suck at concealing.

I’d look like sex.

Holy hell. Why is my life always fucked up?

His demeanour only grows harder, matching his gaze to Jimmy.

I want to disappear.

“Do you want me to call a cab for you?”

Jimmy breaks the silence.

“Alright man, we’ll see tomorrow.”

Graham says almost at the same time.

How much time passed? It feels like a month to me. I’m guessing a minute in reality.

Graham exits the living room, leaving just us three.

His words from Sunday return ” Instead, your boyfriend helped you out, and you ran away like a toddler.”

I exhale and breathe in. I can do this.

“No Jimmy, I already called one. I’ll leave now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I answer curtly. That’s a lie, but who gives a shit at the moment?

I don’t glance at either of them as I mentally plan an escape route farthest from him.

I slip past the sofa, but he’s still by the door. He doesn’t look like he’s going to move. A silent dare.

I breathe hesitantly.

Reaching the front door, it got harder to exhale. My feet feel heavier with each step forward.

Then I’m standing right beside him.

I keep my eyes steady on the street and give a moment of silence. Regardless, all I can see is him. His hot breath by my side, fists curled, so much rage radiating off him. I’m tempted to turn and peek at him.

I can’t. I won’t. I don’t.

I take a few more steps and exit the apartment.

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I had a few complications. Healthwise. Couldn’t upload it, but I’m back. A slightly longer chapter to make up for it. Drop your thoughts!