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Valentina, it seems, is hell-bent on making her life miserable.
Juls thinks of herself as a decent human being. She wasn’t a bad kid, she tried to stay out of trouble most of the time when she was young and she maintained the habit of helping old people cross the road, no matter how busy she is. In high school, she tried to actively participate in every fundraising campaign her school organised and to this day she still donates money to numerous charities. She’s a good daughter, a good sister and tried to be a good girlfriend to every girl she ever dated—even her first girlfriend at thirteen years old who was very bad at kissing.
So, she wonders where she went wrong in her life to deserve the human form of torture that is Valentina Carvajal.
After dancing with Ivana for a few minutes (or, attempting not to walk on her feet as she sways them both to the music), Juls excuses herself to go to the bathroom. As much as she enjoys the blonde woman's company and getting to know the other people she works with, Juls doesn't like cramped spaces with large crowds. It has always made her uncomfortable. Even growing up, she was not a big fan of being dragged to wedding ceremonies and birthday parties with her family. Her brother, Robb, is the total opposite. He loves being with people. Juls prefers solitude or a small company.
When she steps out of the auditorium, she finally feels at ease as the upbeat music becomes a fading background noise and she isn't being pushed and pulled between bodies. She considers just leaving right there and then, but that would be rude to Ivana. She’d go back there and tell her first.
As Juls makes her way to the women's washroom, she spots the much smaller music room where the students are having their party. Theirs looks...wilder. If she thought the music in the party she was just at was bad, it's nothing compared to the obnoxiously loud rock music playing here. Juls only briefly glances at the window, giving her a good view of the hundreds of students dancing and screaming. She decides to leave before her head begins hurting.
She only makes it halfway down the hall before a soft voice calls out for her.
Juls stops, confused, and then turns around.
She startles at the sight of her. “Miss…Carvajal,” she says awkwardly.
She grins as she approaches her. “Call me Val.”
Juls blinks before shaking her head. “No. I don’t believe that’s appropriate.”
She rolls her eyes at her and then stumbles on thin air, her steps wobbly. She almost instinctively reaches forward but catches herself. Not that she’d like to see her fall, but she doesn’t think it would be right to touch her.
The cream-coloured dress she’s wearing is still so distracting to her. Seeing her in it has already driven her to wits’ ends earlier and now, it’s even worse. The dimly lit corridor does nothing to hide the fact that the colour of her dress almost matches her skin, making it mould perfectly to her form, tight at her chest and flaring down at her hips. Not to mention that it stops mid-thigh so she can see her long, smooth legs which end in a pair of sinful black heels. Valentina is a very tall woman and most of her height is made up of those ungodly legs.
She tries to pry her eyes away, her whole body itching with something as she comes closer. “Are you bored?” she asks. “Because I am too. Sooooo bored.”
“And so drunk,” she mutters as she observes the way she is walking unsteadily, her lipstick slightly smeared, hair an unruly mess.
“What are you doing here?” She asks. “You should go back in—”
“I saw you walking by and I thought I’d keep you company,” she cuts him off, smiling casually.
Juls chuckles despite himself. “I’m just going to the loo. I don’t need company, miss Carvajal.”
“Can’t you just call me Val?” she demands, her brows coming together cutely as she juts out her lower lip. Crosses her arms over her chest as she stands in front of her.
“No. I can’t.” As Valentina takes another step toward her, Juls has half a mind to still her, afraid she’s going to fall on top of her by how clumsily she’s moving. “Anyone could see us right now and I’m not sure this would look good.”
She was trying to tell her to leave but instead, it seems she’s sparked an idea in that wicked mind of hers by the way her eyes twinkle, a grin spreading across her rosy lips. “I know!” she exclaims and before Juls can process her next move, she is grabbing her hand and pulling her with her.
“Vale—what are you doing?” She hisses at her.
She just laughs and pulls her into a dark hallway and then stops in front of a door where the letters ‘OUT OF USE’ are written in big, white letters on the wooden frame. Juls raises a questioning eyebrow at her.
“Watch this,” she whispers to her as if telling her the world’s biggest secret, before reaching up to her hair and pulling out her hairpin that was holding back some of her silver curls. She bends down and pushes the sharp object inside the padlock, tongue slipping out in concentration as she twists and turns and then smiles triumphantly. “Tada,” she dramatically says, pushing the door open with one hand while the other is placed on her hip sassily.
As funny as this was, Juls shakes her head at her. “And why do you want to break in a….”
“Abandoned storeroom,” she finishes for her and takes her hand again, pulling her inside before she can utter another word.
Juls knows it’s not strength that is making her stay with her. Those slender fingers of hers don’t have enough power to drag her around like she has been doing so a part of her knows she can—and should—leave at any moment. Yet, she follows her inside and watches carefully as she shuts the door behind her and switches a light on. The room is vacant save from some boxes and a dusty bookshelf.
“How many times have you done this?” she wonders.
“You don’t wanna know,” Valentina answers, giggling.
Juls sighs. “You have to be the most troublesome person I know,” she confesses.
Val hums. “You don’t even know to what extent,” she murmurs, her voice suggestive as she comes in front of her, blue eyes searching hers.
This reminds Juls that being here in this tight space, alone with the girl who has been driving her crazy for weeks now, is not a good idea. “I should go.” Her voice has gotten suddenly deep, perhaps because her throat is closing up at the way she’s gazing up at her now, something in her cerulean eyes that is too dangerous to name.
“You should,” she agrees, much to her surprise. Then she is closing the space between them and in this old, smelly room there’s not much she can do but back up against the door as an attempt to put some distance between them. She doesn’t stop until she is pressed up against it and she is standing so close she can feel her breath on her chin. “Or we could have some fun.”
“I’m not sure I want to know what your definition of fun is,” she says in a low voice.
“Are you sure?” she whispers, her dainty hands crawling up her chest and her arms slowly wrapping themselves around her neck.
Juls swallows hard. Her mind is yelling for her to take her hands off but she’s so close, her eyes are boring into hers, pupils fat with want and her lips are parted ever so slightly and she’s so lost. “Valentina, please,” she begs. For what, she can’t tell. For her to stop. For her to continue.
“I knew my name would sound hot coming from your lips,” she states boldly. Licking her lips, she inches her face closer to her. “I want you so badly.”
She closes her eyes, hoping that not staring into hers will help her collect her thoughts and think rationally. One of them has to. “We can’t,” she tells her and her voice sounds pathetically weak to her own ears.
She makes a sound of protest. “We can,” she opposes.
She’s about to list all the logical reasons why this is not a good idea, like the fact that she could not only lose this job but ruin her reputation as a professor or how this could get her in trouble too and given how her father is worshipped in this place, ruin her reputation as well. But all those reasons seem so unimportant, so basic when she brushes her lips against her, her sweet smell infiltrating her nostrils, her fingers brushing over the curls at the base of her neck.
She surprises them both when she kisses her.
Valentina makes a sound from the back of her throat but it gets swallowed by her mouth covering hers, testing the fullness of her lower lip with her own then her tongue. She presses herself against him and Juls’ hands frame her waist, pulling her flush against her body. The material of her dress is silken to the touch, slippery even. It’d be so easy to take off.
Valentina kisses her back just as hard as if she’s also been thinking about this. Her lips are soft and warm against her and she sucks on his bottom lip eagerly. When Juls groans, she feels her smile. She knows that smile too well. That victorious, sinful twitch of her lips. It only heightens her desire for her. The blood in her veins is pumping for her, lust clouding her mind and blocking out everything logical. There’s only her. The feel of her, all soft and curvy against her hard body. And the taste of her, something sweet, minty and…and liquor.
One second she is kissing her as her life depends on it and the next she can taste the alcohol on her lips and she remembers that she is drunk. That this is wrong. She wrenches herself from her, both of them breathing heavily as they stare at each other.
Valentina frowns in confusion, her lips swollen and parted in surprise. A glint of disappointment in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” she asks breathlessly. “Why did you stop?”
She doesn’t answer her, only lets out a great breath as she leaves the room, the feeling and taste of her mouth lingering on her lips.
△▼
“I can’t believe you haven’t thought of me in so long.”
Juls rolls her eyes at his friend’s voice over the phone. She didn’t expect Sergio to call her this early in the morning but she can say that it is a pleasant surprise. “I’ve been busy,” she tells him apologetically. “How have you been, Serg?”
“Shitty. Cams and I fought again and you know how that goes.”
Juls sighs quietly. Sergio and his girlfriend always argue and, as he said, he does know how that goes. “Let me guess, she thinks it’s time for marriage?”
“Yes,” groans her friend. “Gods, I seriously hate her sometimes.”
“No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t.” He chuckles. “But you know me, I’m not ready for marriage. I don’t want kids.” He gags.
Juls laughs. “Would that be so bad?”
“Uh, yeah! It most definitely would.” Juls can practically see him shaking his head before he says, “Anyway. How are you? How’s Yale?”
“It’s wonderful,” Juls answers truthfully. “I miss Florida a lot but other than that, I love it here. And I love the job.”
“As long as you’re happy then it makes me feel better about how much I miss you.” Juls smiles at her friend’s supportive words. “So, you got a girlfriend yet?”
Juls snorts at the question. “No,” she answers, and how long are you going to keep your sexuality to your father?..” I don’t want to talk about that Serg, I just really don’t know”
“Really? Sucker. I heard New Yorker girls are the prettiest,” Sergio says, voice dropping to a whisper. “Cams in the next room. Don’t wanna wake the beast.”
Juls grimaces to herself as the first person she associates with the words ‘pretty’ and ‘eastern girl’ is Valentina. She tries to shake that thought away. “Yeah, they’re really pretty.” She can still remember her panting in her mouth, her hand playing with her hair. She gulps, ignoring the warm feeling in her lower abdomen. “But I don’t have time for that.”
“Make time for it,” Sergio drawls, half-joking, “You know Macario won’t stop asking me about when you’re bringing home a boyfriend.”
Jul’s smile flickers away. “Yeah….”
“You heard about Robb, right?”
Juls hums approvingly.
“And? I hope you aren’t planning to miss the engagement party.”
Juls runs a hand over her face. “Of course not.” She could not do this to her brother, no matter how busy she might be. And any excuse is good to return to her family again because she misses them more than anything. “I’m definitely coming.”
“Good! Are you bringing someone with you?”
“Now where did this come from?”
“Nothing. I’m just saying your father would be happy if you brought a date,” Sergio says nonchalantly.
Juls hides her annoyance about this topic. “I’m sure he would,” she answers blankly.
“Well, maybe—” Sergio cuts himself off and Juls hears a feminine voice calling from the distance. Cursing under his breath, her best friend says, “The monster is ready to talk. I’ll speak to you later.”
Juls chuckles. “Don’t be too hard on her. Take care, okay?”
“You too. We all miss you. Goodbye, Juls.”
When Sergio hangs up, Juls starts getting ready for work. And by the time she gets into her car, she inevitably begins thinking about the events of yesterday.
What the fuck was that?
She can’t believe nor understand, for the life of her, how she allowed for this to happen. The moment she stepped out of that storeroom, Juls felt such an immeasurable amount of dread that she thought she was going to throw up.
Juls found it hard to focus on anything after that. Her mind kept replaying the whole thing even when she returned to the party, even when she tried to nonchalantly chat with Ivana and some other friends. But her mind was elsewhere, thoroughly consumed by her. The way she looked at her with those piercing eyes and how powerless she was to it, to the pull between them that was too strong to be denied. The way her body fitted perfectly against hers, how she wanted to tear that dress off of her and have her way with her all night long, the aftermath be damned.
That’s the worst part. She knows it was wrong but yet there’s nothing she’d like more than to finish what she started. One taste had her addicted. Which makes her even more irritated with herself and her lack of self-control.
What does Valentina Carvajal have, anyway, that she can’t find in other women? If anything she is irritable and rude, indecent in more ways than one and the list could go on. Yet she is the only person who manages to weaken all her defences with just one look.
It’s those damned eyes, she is sure.
Juls turns up the music in her car, forcing herself to think about something—anything else. Not blue eyes and chestnut hair.
She reaches the same time Ivana’s pink car pulls up in the driveway. She greets her with her signature grin in the parking lot. “Hey,” she says.
Juls smiles back. “Hi.”
Ivana tilts her head to the side. “Are you okay?”
Juls blinks. “Um, yeah. Why?”
“I don’t know. You just look a bit…tired today.”
Oh, right. Perhaps because she did not sleep at all last night—reminiscing about kissing Valentina.
Not just that. But everything that could have happened if she did not stop. What it would feel like to kiss down her neck, to have her legs wrap around her torso. What sounds she would make if she put her mouth on her cunt or fucked her, right then and there.
Gods. She’s a complete mess.
“I am,” she answers, unconvincingly. “I just…you know, stayed up all night to work. Had to mark some papers.” It’s not a full lie. She did do that for half of the night and the other, she lay in bed consumed with thoughts of chestnut locks bouncing on pale skin, haunting eyes boring into hers…
“Tell me about it.” Ivana sighs. “I feel the same way.”
She feels bad for not being entirely truthful to her friend but then again, what could she tell Ivana? As Juls looks at the blue-eyed girl, she wonders what she would think of her were she to tell her the truth. There’s no doubt in her mind that she would be disgusted. And angry. She’s come to know Ivana well enough to know that they share the same morals and principles. Yet right now she feels like she would disappoint her.
“We deserve a break,” she tells her light-heartedly as they walk through the corridor leading up to the staff room.
She looks at her, a little smile dancing on her pink lips. “What do you suggest?” she asks.
Juls finds her blue eyes, seeing the invitation in them clear as the skies above them. She opens her mouth to suggest that they could go out for a cup of coffee or to see a movie together in the afternoon. She could use a distraction right now and she knows that she’s been hinting for her to ask her out for a moment now.
However, before she can ask anything, the bell rings and she gasps. “Oh! I’m going to be late.” She gives Juls a hurried squeeze on her forearm, “I’ll see you at lunch.”
Juls watches her leave, much to her dismay. She still has a few hours to kill before she has class with the sophomores. Before she has to face the music.
△▼
Valentina isn’t the only one to notice that Juls has been acting strange today.
Even Luis mentions it as they leave for their second class. “Have you noticed how weird Valdes was during class?” she asks, chewing loudly on a gum.
She tries to act nonchalant. “Yeah.”
When she messed up a few things during her lecture, Juls looked embarrassed. Her cheeks reddened, eyes fleeing the students’. She couldn’t help but feel bad. She knows her nervousness is her fault, proven by the fact that every time her eyes met hers, she stuttered awkwardly and looked away so fast that it made her want to roll her eyes.
She feels as if though she’s…corrupted her, for lack of better words. Last night was interesting. Even if she returned to her dorm so drunk that she fell asleep in her dress with a face full of makeup, Val woke up this morning recalling their kiss clearly. Well, not clearly. She can't remember what it felt like to kiss her or what she tasted like. She wonders if her pillowy lips were as soft as she imagined they would be or if she had a chance to run her fingers through her luscious hair. But Valentina could only remember that they kissed, not the specifics of it. She also remembers she ran out after that.
“Now you’re being weird,” her friend tells her, raising an eyebrow.
Valentina shakes her head at her. “I’m fine.”
Luis nudges her with his elbow. “What were you just thinking about?”
Val has to look away from his golden eyes because she sucks at lying to him. Luis has been her friend since forever, she can’t remember any time she’s ever been dishonest with him. She wants to tell him about what happened with Juliana. So badly. But she knows she shouldn't. As much as she trusts Luis, she owes Juliana this much. She probably regrets what happened more than anything. Maybe she did not even kiss her back. That's what worries Val. Did she throw herself at her? Was she repulsed by it? Guilt churns in her stomach. As much as she wants this woman, desperately so, she would never take advantage of her. She enjoys getting a rise out of her and she likes the seduction game between them (well, more like the seduction game played by her while she just gets all red and flustered). But judging by the way she seems so distressed today, she's afraid she is the one who kissed her and she was just disgusted by it.
Gnawing on her lower lip, she diverts the topic to him. “I was thinking about me setting you up with Lucho,” she singsongs.
Luis stops his obnoxious chewing, raises an eyebrow at her and snorts. “Shut the fuck up,” he drawls. “First, you’re just changing the subject but fine I’ll drop it. And second, I’m not into that guy.”
“Yes, you are.”
“That’s not true.”
“I’m your best friend,” she deadpans. “I know you better than you know yourself.”
“Then you’d know that I’m happy single. In fact, there’s nothing…”
As Luis begins ranting about how much he hates being in committed relationships, Val spots Juliana from afar. She’s in the parking lot with that blonde woman who is always with her. Literally all the fucking time. Val can’t help the small, barely noticeable twinge of annoyance in her chest as she watches them. The woman is smiling and laughing, so very evidently into her (she’s twirling her hair now and then, her eyes literally shaped as hearts when she looks at her, how the fuck is Juliana so oblivious?) and Juls is standing there, left hand stuffed in her jeans, his other hand rubbing her chin.
Valentina can’t take her eyes off her.
There’s something about Juliana. She was just a pretty woman at first, someone she badly wanted to have sex with because she was quite a sight with her melancholic brown eyes, wavy hair and pouty lips. A scratch. But she couldn't get rid of the scratch. If anything, the itching has worsened—seeping deep into her skin now. She hates it. Hates her for it. How did she get under skin? Why does she still want her so badly?
Valentina is even further vexed with herself as she feels a strange kind of bitterness bubble under her skin as that blonde woman puts her hand on Juliana’s arm, laughing loudly at something she said. Val holds back a scowl. She’s anything but a comedian, that much she knows, she can barely crack a smile.
Maybe that’s just with you. This is her friend, possibly a girlfriend. She can hit on her all she wants and unlike you, it’s not considered a bad thing. The thorns of discomfort in her chest grow sharper. It’s unfair, she thinks stubbornly, that this girl gets to be around Juliana like that. Valentina knows that if the circumstances were different, Juliana would have been hers in an instant. The possessiveness of that thought surprises her.
The realisation makes her frown. “What’s that feeling…when you can’t have something but someone else can and it just doesn’t feel right?”
“Jealousy,” Luis replies unsurely, giving her a weird look.
Valentina widens her eyes. She’s never been jealous of anyone in her life. Surely she’s not going to start now, not jealous of this random woman who has nothing on her just because she is flirting with her professor. She denies it whole-heartedly.
“What’s up with you? What can’t you, out of all people, have?” Luis teases. “As if Leon’s daughter needs to be jealous of anything or anyone ever.”
Valentina pouts slightly. She’s afraid that this is something her father's money can't help her with. “Nothing,” she mutters, looping her arm with her friend’s. “Let’s go eat.”
△▼
Jules is casually putting her belongings in the backseat of her car at the end of the day when, out of the blue, the passenger door opens. She drops her bag in shock as a head of chestnut hair peeks in and then, Valentina Carvajal is sitting next to her.
All of her muscles go still.
She looks at her incredulously.
She lifts her shoulders. “What?”
“What?” She repeats slowly. “Oh, I don’t know. Someone could’ve bloody well seen you getting in my car!” She snarls at her, panic fisting her heart as she looks around alarmingly.
Thank heavens the parking lot is practically empty at this hour, not enough people to notice a student sneaking into her car anyway. But still, Juls feels like her heart might burst out of her chest.
She raises a brow. “Well, you better drive then.”
She gives an exasperated huff, still rattled and confused by her presence but knows it’s fruitless to argue with her. She starts the engine and it’s not before they’re in the main road, blocks away from the university that she finally relaxes. Before she realises who she’s with and she tenses up all over again. Keeping her eyes on the road, Juls asks, “What’s your problem?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Huh?”
“You seem unwell.”
“Do I?”
“Look,” she starts, sighing, “I think I owe you an apology.”
Juls stiffens, her body growing taut with tension. “I think,” she begins, licking her lips nervously, “I think we should just forget that happened.”
“No. I think adults shouldn’t run from their problems,” she states.
She hates to admit that she has a good point.
“Anyway, you must know by now that I find you really attractive.”
Juls presses her lips together. It’s not like you’ve been hiding it, she almost wants to tease. But restrains herself from doing so. What she doesn’t know is that she finds her just as attractive, wants her just as much. But unlike her, she is very well aware of all the kinds of problems this entails. Perhaps Valentina is aware, too, but she simply doesn’t care.
If Juls could be like her, if ahe could also not care about everything else then she would have not stopped yesterday. Fuck, she did not want to. She wanted to have her against that wall, bring her back to her apartment so she could sprawl her on her bed and fuck her senseless. She can almost imagine it now; her chestnut hair mending perfectly with her white sheets, her big cerulean eyes staring up at her as she would thrust her two fingers into her. Would she be tight and hot for her? Would she moan her name?
“And while I wish something would happen between us,” she says, “I want to apologise for my behaviour yesterday.”
Juls frowns. “Why?”
“Because…I kissed you. Look, I don’t know you well but you seem like a great guy and I don't wish to upset you. I’m sorry for what I did because it's obvious that it has made you very uncomfortable.”
Juls at her, taken aback by the guilt written on her voice. She is looking down at her intertwined hands placed in her lap, playing with the ring on her forefinger.
“You don’t really remember what happened, do you?” she questions softly.
Valentina doesn’t look at him. “I know I took you to that storage room,” she mumbles. “And I kissed you. Then you ran off. And today you’ve looked like shit.”
Juls clears his throat. “Yeah…not really. I kissed you.”
A beat passes.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Oh.”
“Oh,” she repeats, voice clearer now. “You kissed me,” she states.
Juls looks away, gulping. “I did.”
“I never would’ve thought,” she says, her voice light and teasing again, and she almost regrets correcting her. “Do you regret it?”
“I should,” she mutters distastefully.
“But you don’t,” she concludes.
“It’s wrong, okay?” she says, a bit forcefully.
“But you want it.” Her voice is suggestive and she hates the way his body reacts to it.
She clenches her jaw. “Does it really matter?” She snaps, trying to sound firm, ignoring the dangerous flame in her chest just at the mere thought of having her. “I could lose my job over this. It’s not worth it.”
“Only if someone finds out,” she points out. “If we fuck right now, who would know?”
She swallows hard. “You really don’t hold back, do you?”
She hums a negative sound. “Why would I? One of us has to be honest while the other is in denial.”
“I’m not in denial,” she says weakly.
“You are. There’s something between us, I know you feel it too.” She is unashamed with her words, speaking nonchalantly as if she isn’t talking about fucking her. Gods. She might be the death of her in the most agonising ways. “I thought it’d go away but if anything, it’s only gotten worse. Do you feel it too? Tell me I’m not alone.”
No, no no no, no.
Juls finds herself nodding numbly, admitting her darkest and deepest desires to her. Upon seeing her victorious smile and that haughty glint in her eyes, she feels like a fool for giving in so easily. Again. But only for a second, because the next she’s wondering where this is leading and the anticipation eats her alive.
“What do you want, Juls?”
You, she wants to say, but without the problems surrounding it.
“It doesn’t matter what I want,” she tells her, turning down a lonely road which leads to an almost uninhabited village. She doesn’t know where else to take her, is afraid of what would happen if anyone saw them together. So when she finds an abandoned gas station, Juls stops her car in the parking lot, sighing. “You and I both know this can’t happen. Not only am I a professor but you are in my class, I have a certain power over you. You know how that would be seen if this ever gets out.”
When she slings her leg over, gracelessly falling over her lap, Juls grunts in surprise. Her long hair falls over her face and she pushes the strands of moonlight curls away, smiling down at her, her fingers lingering on her jaw. Her hands unwittingly drop to her waist, feeling the softness of the garment, fingers twitching to take it off and expose the pale skin she knows she’ll find underneath. It’s shameful how many times she’s pictured taking her clothes off. Every new dress or skirt she wore to class, she imagined how it would slide off her body. And now she's this close to finding out.
“Who has power over who?” she asks softly, leaning in in a maddeningly slow fashion, letting her taste her breath.
She tries to straighten the path of her thoughts. “You know what I mean,” she mumbles, eyes scanning her beautiful face.
“I know,” she whispers, “But no one will find out.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because,” she licks her lips thoughtfully, “I’m good with secrets.” She rolls her eyes at that non-factual answer and she chuckles, so close to her she can almost feel the vibrations on her mouth. “Seriously. I promise you no one will as long as we’re both discreet.”
“You call yourself discreet?” She asks in amusement. “You practically jumped in my car. In the university parking lot.”
“Fine. That won’t happen again, I swear, I was just desperate to talk to you.”
“You don’t know what can or cannot happen,” she informs her.
“Exactly,” she says, “How do you know this can’t work?”
Her arguments shouldn’t appeal to her as much as they do. She knows what is right. This is not. But her hands clutch at her waist a bit tighter and her eyes trace the lovely curves of her mouth and chin. “Valentina…”
“Juls,” she counters, fierce eyes staring into her. “Are you going to kiss me?” she asks, her hand coming up her chest, sharp black nails digging into her neck. “Or should I do it this time?”
She loathes the taunting in her voice. She loathes the all too knowing look in her eyes. Valentina is not blind to the effect she has on her and she toys with that knowledge like a cat with a defenceless mouse. She groans in defeat, hoping the gods forgive her, as she brings her hand up around her neck to pull her down.
Val’s mouth meets her in an explosive kiss, her lips parting invitingly as she thrusts her tongue inside her. So sweet. So warm. Fuck. She knows he’s in deep trouble when her tongue caresses hers and she feels her hum of pleasure vibrate down her throat. She kisses her languidly, passionately and deeply until she can’t breathe anymore. She only pulls away to inhale before her hot mouth chases her, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip teasingly and running her tongue over it. She wants her so badly it’s driving her mad.
When she leans back to catch her breath, her lips trail to her neck, nosing at her throat as she inhales her sweet perfume. Something that makes her think of flowers and sex. She moans as she nips on the soft skin below her ear and then her back hits the steering wheel and she hisses. They both pull away, silent for a second before she chuckles breathlessly.
She’s more beautiful than ever here, in her arms, her hair ruffled and mouth bruised from her attentions. Her eyes are unbelievably dark with desire, blocking out the blue he's so intrigued with. Juls gulps roughly, wishing she could stop this but knowing she can’t. It’s too late. She’s the vastest ocean and she is drowning, willingly, ignoring all the rescue ships.
Just as she wonders what she should do next, her phone vibrates next to her. Her eyes snap to the screen. Incoming call: Ivana. Jul’s mind takes a second to work properly, still utterly consumed by Valentina’s taste, smell and the feel of her skin, and she finally remembers that they were supposed to meet up for lunch with her other colleagues. Ivana is very outgoing, determined to get her to mingle with the other professors and make new friends. Juls is grateful for that because she’s not that good with new people.
“Aren’t you gonna take this?” Valentina asks, blue eyes trailing from her phone back to her eyes, her gaze almost challenging.
She nods. Reaches for her phone and swipes right to answer. “Hey, Ivana?”
“Juls.” Her friend’s voice is as pleasant and cheery as ever. “I texted you a few times, where are you?”
“Uh,” Juls awkwardly drawls, not knowing where he is. A lonely parking lot in the middle of nowhere. Oh, and Valentina Carvajal straddling her lap. She doesn’t know how to explain either of these to Ivana so she licks her lips and says, “I’m home, actually. Sorry I was in the shower.”
“Oh? That was quick, I thought you just left uni.”
Juls closes her eyes, embarrassed at herself for being such a terrible liar. Valentina is smirking down at her and she glares at her. “Yeah. Well, the lack of traffic helps. Um, anyway, you were saying…?”
“About lunch. You forgot?” She sounds disappointed already.
“No, of course not.” Her breath catches in her throat as Valentina takes her hand, lifting it from her hip and bringing it to her chest. He looks up at her with wide eyes but she only gives him an innocent look, smiling, as she directs her fingers to her breast. He almost chokes on air as she presses her hand against a full breast, letting her feel its weight despite the dress covering her up.
“Juls?”
She shakes her head to himself. “As I was saying, I haven’t forgotten.”
She gives her a sharp look but she only leans further into her touch and even as she drops her hand, she lets her there. Her heart pounding as she squeezes her full tit, completely in control of her own actions. Valentina’s head falls back as her thumb runs over nipple over the fabric, feeling the hard little nub under her fingertip.
“So you’ll be coming, right?” Ivana sounds unsure.
“Yes,” she manages to stutter out as Valentina drops her head to her neck, kissing her throat. “I-I’ll meet you guys at the restaurant.”
“In thirty minutes, Juls.”
She inhales sharply as she feels her teeth sink in her neck, smoothing it with her soft lips and hot tongue. She’s barely holding on here, her last thread of sanity growing thinner by the second. “I’ll be there,” she repeats through clenched teeth, fingers gripping her phone tightly.
“Juls, are you sick or something? You don’t sound well,” Ivana says.
Valentina’s hands trail down, unbuttoning his way down her shirt. All she can do is bite back a groan as her small hands press against her stomach as she teasingly nips on the skin of her neck, her sharp nails torturously running up and down her abdomen. “Ivana, I’m okay,” he says—or snaps. She feels guilty for raising her voice at her but she’s losing her mind here and can’t keep this conversation going any longer. Valentina giggles against her throat and she grabs at her hip forcefully. “I need to go. Just text me the address and I’ll be there.”
She tosses his phone aside as she hangs up and Valentina meets her eyes. “Is she your girlfriend?” she asks.
Juls blinks. “No,” she answers. I’m not a cheater, she wants to add as if this would make whatever they’re doing any more ethical.
“Good.” Her mouth is on her again and her thoughts scatter uselessly, the only thing she can do is pull her body flush against her and massage her tongue against hers.
“I have to go in a few minutes,” she mumbles against her lips.
She hums understandingly but grinds herself down on her and she groans in her mouth. “Valentina,” she warns.
“We’ll make it quick,” she whispers, tugging her dress down.
Juls pulls back, letting out a heavy breath as the dress pools at her waist, exposing her black lacy bra and the smooth expanse of her stomach.
But gods, is she beautiful.
Better than anything her lust-fogged mind could’ve made up last night when she pictured what could happen if she did not stop kissing her. Her skin is smooth and pale and she just wants to put her mouth all over her until she is a writhing mess.
Her hands are drawn to her skin almost magnetically, fingertips brushing over her soft flesh as she sighs, encouraging her to grab her breasts as she unclasps her bra. Juls is mesmerised by the sight of her dusty pink nipples erect and straining for his touch. Just under her right tit is a tattoo. It takes his mind a few seconds (probably since all of the blood has rushed south) to recognise that it’s a floral crescent moon, actually. With a growl, she latches her lips onto a nub and she mewls in surprise, her hands fisting her wavy hair.
“Juls,” she gasps as she toys with the other breast, pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger as her teeth scrape over the hardened peak of the other. Her skin is warm and receptive to her touch, the pressure of her fingers combing through and tugging at her hair maddening. She detaches her lips from her, appreciating the way it chafed her skin, how her breast is now bruised and moist.
“You’re so pretty,” she rasps, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she can think twice about them. She bends her mouth to her skin again, kissing the tattoo as she shudders above her.
Her cerulean eyes find hers, lust-filled and dark. She wants nothing more than to get her on a bed where she can take her sweet time with her, get to know every part of her body and how to touch her to have her make those pretty, breathless sounds and dig her sharp nails into her skin and scalp to the point of it being painful. She wants so much more than what she can have, which is already too much.
Valentina tugs on her belt as she watches her from below, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She smiles wickedly when her hands find her cunt, already wet. Ready for her but Juls stops her which confuses Valentina in a second, “I want to taste your cunt.” Juls whispered on her ears.
She suddenly reclined her seat and adjusted Valentina so she could sit on her face. For something so wrong, right now she can’t bring herself to remember one reason why they shouldn’t be doing this all the time.
Her right hand grip her thighs under her black, polka dot dress while he slides her left hands across her skin, coaxing her to move, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes.
She found her clit and taste it, her sweet scent was clouding her mind as she can’t stop licking and sucking her cunt simultaneously. Juls was spellbound, hearing Valentina’s gasping and moaning her name made her want to fuck her.
Jul’s did not stop giving her pleasure, she inserted her index finger which results to Val screaming out her name, “Ahhh…Juls…fuck…faster..ahh, there baby..dont stop!!” Juls can’t stop now, she added another finger which triggers Valentina’s arousal.
Valentina’s hair falls down her face, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth as she savours the feeling of her filling her completely. Exhaling a shaky breath, she finally rolls her lips. Slowly. Both of them groan. She uses her hands as leverage to move, her fingers in and out of her while her tongue expertly licks her folds that ends in giving circular motion to her clit. Every time she sinks back down on her, she whimpers and by the gods, she wants to hear that sound every single day of her life.
Even the lack of space and uncomfortable positions can’t lessen the sheer pleasure she feels. The way she moves on top of her, her face scrunched up and lost in passion, head thrown back, a light sheen of sweat making her skin glow…Juls thinks she looks like a goddess. Too beautiful to be real, to be in her arms. So she touches every bit of skin she can find to assure herself that this is happening and if she needs any more proofs, the wet sounds of their skins slapping together and smell of sex filling her car completely are enough.
The swaying of her breasts as her movements grow untamed and erratic is too enticing for her to ignore. Valentina’s filthy moans and cries are like music to her ear, her hips lifting to meet her thrusts as her cunt clenches and unclenches around her fingers, she cries out particularly loudly, “Ahh, yes…Just like that.”
You feel so good. So fucking good. Yes, Juls! I’m coming!
The last word catches in her throat as she shrieks. She feels her shatter—the way she tenses up before shaking more violently, the gush of wetness that drenches her hand still between her legs, a loud sob echoing in her, the force of it so powerful that she hits the back of her skull against the headrest, so hard it leaves behind a numbing pain.
Reality is slow to settle in. Her heart finally stops hammering in her chest. Valentina readjusted herself again where she buried her head in the crook of her neck. Her forehead is coated with sweat,chestnut hair mussed up and sticking to the sides of her face, cerulean eyes soft and her mouth cherry red. “Well,” she says, her voice husky from all the keening and moaning, “Whatever we are going to do about this, Ms Valdes?”