Chapter 10
Ten
Mila
“What…” I sucked in a deep breath and took a step back, putting some space between us so I could think clearly. Because I sure as shit couldn’t do that when all I could smell was Coralie’s coconut perfume and feel the warmth of her body against mine.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brittany slip from the room, quietly shutting the door behind her to give us some privacy. I licked my kiss-swollen lips, looking up at Coralie, who looked as disheveled as I felt.
“I…” She swallowed. “I’m sorry for flipping out.”
I snorted and sat down on my bed, reaching up to run my fingers through my pink hair.
“At this point, overreacting is one of your personality traits.” She rolled her eyes at me and walked over to the counter, grabbing the plastic bag that contained two Styrofoam containers, which smelled heavenly.
When she handed me the bag, I began pulling them out while she grabbed the milkshakes and teas she brought back with her.
“You didn’t have to get me food,” I told her, though I was all giddy inside.
I was starving and had been putting off getting food because I was lazy as fuck.
Now, I was glad I did because I knew whatever she’d gotten was going to taste delicious, solely because it was Coralie who got it for me.
That and it made me all warm inside to know she was trying to take care of me like she used to.
Opening the container, I smiled. She’d gotten my favorite—grilled chicken sandwiches with loaded fries. Fuck, I loved this girl. Even now, with all the time apart, she still remembered the important details. “But thank you,” I added.
She shrugged and took a seat beside me. We dug into our food, both of us apparently ravenous. Not a word was said, but we didn’t need words. Honestly, all I needed was her right by my side, just like she was. That was enough for me.
I threw our trash away once we were done.
When I turned back around, Coralie was laid back in my bed, messing around on my laptop.
I crawled onto the mattress beside her, laying my head beside hers on my pillow.
She was scrolling through one of Brittany’s streaming apps, finally settling on Shrek. I grinned when she looked at me.
“I take that smile to mean you still love Shrek?” she asked.
I nodded. “Donkey is everything.”
She snorted, and I shivered when she wrapped her arm around me, tugging me closer to her side. I rested my head on her shoulder as the movie started playing. “If you say so,” she murmured, dropping a kiss to the top of my head.
I couldn’t stop the goofy grin that spread my lips even if I tried.
I slowly opened my eyes, reaching up to rub the sleep from them. Coralie tightened her arm around my waist and kissed the back of my neck. A sleepy smile tilted my lips. “Morning,” I huskily whispered, rolling over to face her.
She hummed and pressed a soft, tender kiss to my lips. “I have morning breath—” I started, abruptly pulling away as my cheeks flamed with embarrassment.
She gripped a handful of my hair and tilted my head back the slightest bit before covering my mouth with hers.
I moaned, hooking my thigh over her legs to pull her closer.
Her tongue danced with mine, and my mind went hazy, only filled with thoughts of her and other things that magic tongue of hers could do to other parts of my body.
When she pulled back, both of us were breathing heavily, and it took my brain a moment to come back online. She smirked and traced her thumb over my bottom lip. “Does it look like I give a single fuck about your morning breath?” she asked.
Still breathless, I shook my head. She pressed another kiss to my lips—this one lighter, barely a peck. “Come on. Let’s go get a shower. I want to take you for breakfast.”
I groaned and rolled onto my back. “I have to shave,” I huffed. Being a girl sucked. I knew I could go out with hairy legs and armpits—Coralie sure as fuck wouldn’t care—but I didn’t like the feeling of hair on my body.
She patted my leg, which was covered by my sweatpants. “Then I suggest you get up and get to it, baby.”
With that, she slid off the bed, leaving me staring at her back, my lips parted the slightest bit in shock.
Had she just called me… baby?
Dropping my head back on my shoulders, I groaned long and loud, sounding like a dying walrus, as I wrapped my towel around myself.
How the fuck had I forgotten to grab my damn clothes?
Was I really that distracted by Coralie this morning?
Fucking hell, now I had to walk up the hall to my room in nothing but my damn towel.
Fuck my life. Royally. Just… fuck me.
Sighing, I grabbed my basket of toiletries and made my way down the hall in my towel, which just had to be the smallest I owned, and my wet shower shoes, which squeaked with every step I took.
Some random guy that wasn’t even supposed to be on this hall ran his eyes over me, a smirk tilting his lips, but then Coralie was there, her upper lip curled in disgust as she glared at him, her hand wrapping around my upper arm possessively.
“Fuck off, weirdo,” she snapped at him before tugging me to our room. Once we were inside, she shut the door behind her a little too loudly before snatching my toiletry basket from me. I frowned at her as I slipped out of my shower shoes.
“What—” I started, only for my words to be cut off by a gasp.
She backed me against the door, her forearms braced on either side of my head, caging me in. I swallowed thickly, my heart pounding in my chest as I clutched at my towel. We’d seen each other naked before, but this felt… different. Much more intense.
Coralie looked like she wanted to eat me alive.
“You’re just out to drive me fucking crazy, aren’t you?
” she asked, her voice low with a thread of danger lurking just beneath.
Goosebumps littered my bare skin, and my heart slammed against my breastbone.
I licked my lips, my breaths coming a little heavier.
Gripping my chin, Coralie forced my head back against the door, and I swallowed thickly.
“Walking around in such a tiny little towel where everyone can fucking see what’s mine. ”
“Cor…” I breathed, my nipples rock hard.
She kissed me then, fucking her tongue into my mouth.
The hand gripping my chin dropped to my neck, and her fingers wrapped around my slender throat.
I moaned, going lax in her grip, trusting her to do whatever the hell she wanted to me.
As long as it involved her touching and kissing me, I didn’t fucking care what she did.
With her other hand, she yanked my towel out of my grip and tossed it aside, leaving me bare in front of her. Completely exposed. But then, she sank her teeth into my bottom lip, and I whimpered, the taste of blood lingering on my tongue as she kissed me again.
She nudged my legs apart with her knee, and I gasped when her fingers slid between my folds, spreading my slickness.
I moaned when she rubbed her thumb over my clit, and she swallowed the sound, groaning as she dipped two fingers inside of me to the knuckles.
When she curled them just right, fucking stars exploded behind my closed eyelids.
Her lips left mine, but she began licking, sucking, kissing, and nipping at my skin before wrapping her lips around one of my nipples.
“Cor…” I begged when she began to flick her tongue over the sensitive nub at the same rate of speed she began thrumming my clit and pumping her fingers in and out of me.
I couldn’t manage words past that. It was just moans, whimpers, and nonsensical babbling until my knees began to shake and my world exploded around me as I came on her fingers. She kissed me again, gently working me down as my body shook and my ears rang.
“Fuck…” I croaked, slowly blinking open my eyes to stare at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, and I shivered when she sucked her fingers into her mouth to clean them, a wicked gleam lighting up her eyes. My core clenched at the sight, and heat rushed through my body all over again.
“You taste fucking delicious,” she murmured. And then, she gripped my hair and thrust her tongue into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself. I moaned, my eyelids fluttering shut. “See how good you fucking taste?” she asked, pulling back to look down at me.
I just dumbly nodded my head, my brain still not fully operating. She drew me into her arms and held me, pressing her face into my hair. “You drive me crazy with jealousy,” she confessed.
I just hummed, a stupid smile tilting my lips. If that was what I received when she got jealous, I definitely needed to make her jealous more often.