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Salem was out. Again.
What was she doing out so late every night? Blake sighed. She’s working with her dad at the hotel, you know that, she mentally chastised herself. It wasn’t fair for her to be grumpy at Salem for being busy. They both had packed schedules and did the best they could to have dinner once or twice a week together. She loved it, that Salem made sure to carve out time to see her, and it didn’t hurt that Salem was an excellent cook. Sometimes, though… sometimes she gets lonely.
The redhead glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand. 23:35. She should really be asleep by now. Her homework was done, her meeting ended early, and even the normally rowdy neighbors were silent for once. A perfect evening and she hated it. It was too quiet and absent of Salem.
With a grumble, she shoved herself out of her bed and grabbed her pillow. Her bare feet padded across the cold tile flooring, out of her room, across the dark living room, and into Salem’s room. In her annoyance, she had forgotten to close either of the doors. The light peeking through the windows was enough to help her see- it was too late for her to turn the lights on and risk the burn as her eyes adjusted.
Blake threw herself onto Salem’s messy bed and inhaled deeply. Ahh. Salem’s familiar scent greeted her, enveloping her senses and her thoughts. Her pillow fell to the floor, abandoned, as she ran her fingers throughout the blankets. She hummed quietly at the comfort. She should be back soon, right? Blake took a moment to ponder on Salem’s return pattern. Hm. Maybe a bit more varying than she had hoped. She rolled onto her back and threw her head onto the pillow, huffing to herself.
The streetlamps on campus cast a dim light on the ceiling in the room. She stared at them with feigned interest before a slow blush crept onto her face. This position felt familiar, she realized. Very familiar. She closed her eyes and a smile crept onto her face.
Blake’s eyes darted around as she tried to burn this image into memory. Salem’s brown hair was dangling in front of her bare shoulders. Her chest, moving with every breath. Her throat and its silent swallow. The way her mouth was parted ever so slightly. How her arm was angled in between them to touch Blake. And her eyes… they were fiery, hungry, but also hesitant. As if they were staring into her very soul. They were beautiful. Blake placed her right hand on Salem’s soft cheek as she leaned up to pull her in for a searing kiss.
A want began to pool in her lower abdomen, and her eyes opened wide to the darkness. No. She shouldn’t.
Should she? Blake paused.
Would Salem even mind? It’s not like they haven’t already done it in her room a few times since then. And in Blake’s room. And in the living room. And maybe once on the counter. Her heart began to thump unevenly in her chest.
Pale fingertips dug into the soft sheets underneath her. She should get up and go to bed. Or at least do this in her room. But a waft of Salem’s scent was caught by her next inhale, and it was all over. Giving her subconscious all the fuel it needed, her right hand made its way onto her thigh. She groped her exposed flesh, her thumb nearing her groin with every additional grip. A shiver ran down her spine. Her hand was cold, but it felt good.
Blake’s left hand loosely fisted the blankets as she cupped her pelvis. She imagined Salem’s hand there, from the first night, pressing ever so gently against her. The unintentional tease of it all drove her crazy. She dragged her index and her middle finger over the center of her boy shorts, rubbing against her clit with growing intensity. With a forced exhale out of her nose, Blake took her bottom lip in between her teeth. She had to remind herself to keep silent. Especially on a quiet night like this.
Her left hand released the blankets and trailed up her side to trace her hipbone. Her middle and ring fingers kept at their slow, drawn-out ministrations, forming small circles on top of her underwear. The redhead’s fingertips teased at her skin, caressing the expanse of her stomach. Her fingertips, she decided, were Salem’s lips, placing chaste kisses along her torso. Why can’t you just come home already… Blake’s fingertips started to travel up her ribs, under her tank top, to cup at her left breast.
She could feel herself getting wet. Another pause. If Salem came back before she finished, the last thing Blake would want Salem to see is her fully naked and masturbating on her bed… maybe she can get away with sticking her hand in her underwear, and if Salem came in, she could pretend to have fallen asleep. Yup. Perfect cover story. Would have worked better if she remembered to yank the covers over her, though.
Blake’s right hand slid under the hem of her boy shots and down over her smooth lips. She stifled a whimper as her fingers spread her lips and returned their focus to her now exposed hood.
“You’re so beautiful.” She could hear Salem’s coaxing words in her head. Coming for the first time, on Salem’s fingers, as she was sucking on Blake’s clit? While Salem was staring at her the entire time? A throb of desire echoed in the apex of her thighs, followed by a flush of heat to her flesh. Wow. She was pretty damn lucky.
She couldn’t wait much longer. She either had to come soon, or Salem had to come home. She knew the second one was unrealistic. Her fingers picked up the pace as she groped at her breast. She trapped her nipple between her middle finger and thumb, pinching it tightly before rolling it. A stifled moan rerouted as a shaky exhale, penetrated the silence.
Goosebumps were forming on her skin as her pleasure built. Was it getting cold in here? Or was she that much hotter?
“S… S-Salem,” Blake whimpered, her voice cracking. Her eyes screwed shut as she orgasmed, her hips lifting off the bed to ride the waves of pleasure. After a moment, and a few quieted whimpers died down, her hips came to rest on the bed. She let out a slow exhale.
The front door lock clicked, and she couldn’t tell if it had just been opened or just been closed. It was too dark in the apartment to make out anything from her angle. Fuck.