|That Should Be Me
Author: Hoes Before Broes PM
Spencer's not your conventional heroine, and Chance is the last jackass , albeit a sexy one, that you'd want to be Fuck buddies with. But Hey, get over the lame pick-up lines, never ending sexual innuendos and you have a average whore meets whore falling in love! All's fucked up in love and war. M for sex and cursingRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,115 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 06-19-12 - Published: 06-18-12 - id: 3033640
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Dedicated To :browneyedgirl81 My first and Only Reviewer (So far :P)
I woke up too a hand idly tracing fingers down my spine, then I realized I'd actually fallen asleep straight after sex. Very intense sex with Chance.
I lifted my head up and met his lazy smirk with a sleepy blink, "What time is it?"
He shrugged closing his eyes with a sleepy yawn. I fumbled for my jeans and pulled out my phone.
"HOLY SHIT!" I choke out," It's 1:00 am?"
I click the message from my mom with resigned eyes:
Hey Spence, next time let me know when your going to Ashley's, okay? Have fun though! Love, mom
I laid my head back down with a sigh, Ashton covered for me, Thank God.
Then I realized I was cuddling with Chance and I tried roll away, but he followed me with a smirk, his lips kissing a trail down my neck and to my collar-bone.
I bite my lip and hold back a moan and he looks at me with a silent question, I nod, and he blows my mind for the third time that night.
His palms went from beside my head down to my thighs, were he kissed a trail before stopping at my chest.
His tongue traced around my nipple is the erotic dance, that made me moan like a banshee.
Then right when my thighs tightened and I was on the edge he stopped and thrust into me, and we both groaned, but his was muffled in my hair.
Slow and seductive then when we both couldn't take it anymore, it was wild and hard. Our moans, pants, and whispers barely heard over his ornately carved mahogany head-bored hitting the wall in a way that left me breathlessly wondering if paint had chipped off.
Higher and Higher we rode that wave of dizzying heat until we came crashing down, with Chance's muscled arms wrapped tightly around me.
Usually I didn't cuddle or I left before cuddling, but Chance's slowing heart-beat had me dozing off before I could pull myself out of his spell.
Spencer yawned and stretched, the erratic beeping off an alarm clock drawing her out of a very sated sleep.
Chance was still sleeping, and Spencer to a second to study it. He was gorgeous in that way that made you want to stop and stare (legit Drop-dead) His eye-lashes were short but think and cause long crescent shadows on the high, tan plane of his cheek bones, his hair was short and spiked up at the top.
He really had a nice body it definitely gave Dash's a run for his money.
"Get up," I shake him gently.
He cracks one eye open and smirks, "Looks like you could handle me princess."
I shrug nonchalantly and smirk back, "Pet names now? How love-bird Esq of you."
He shrugs and yawns as he stumbles completely naked from the bed he pauses at the bathroom door and sends me a blase smile, "You coming?"
The shower took up anytime I'd have to go home and get a change of clothes so I just borrowed a shirt from him, and used an unopened tooth-brush the guest room along with some deodorant, The shower had smoothed out my hagrid like hair and it was now semi-dry.
"After you my lady," Chance opens the passenger door to his 2013 camero.
"Nice car," I comment as I slide into my seat with another yawn.
He shrugs as he backs out of the drive-way, "I usual ride a ninja but it's in the shop, so my older brother's letting me use his car."
Chance laughs and I crack open one eye, "You look sleepy as hell, I guess it was my utter god-liness in bed."
I raise my eyebrows and close my eyes again, "You're really good, I'll give you that. But Godlike is pushing it, bro."
"Ouch." I can tell he's smirking by the arrogance oozing from his voice.
"Drop me off by my car," I barely manage to get out over another yawn, "I have a change of clothes in there."
He parks next to my shiny blue Punch-buggy roadster.
I blow him a mock kiss and rush to my car.
The outfit's from last time me and my best friend\ cousin Ashley went to the club, I pull of my jeans and pull on the shorts, they're like spandex bit with little black layers of lace . Next I pull off my shirt and the white boat-neck shirt, then then a gray jacket with triangle lapels.
After a little bit more searching I find shiny, black pumps. Slipping them on I grab my stuff and get out of the car.
Chance is leaning against the trunk and glaring at any boy who passes.
"What the hell are you doing?" I call over my shoulder.
His long legs languidly catch up with me, "Keeping creeps from seeing all that." To add emphasis he slaps my butt, and I in turn do the same to him
"I'd tap that!" Chance calls to me as he enters his first period.
I hide my smile as I enter Math and take my seat in the back.
"Hey," Sophie says plopping down next to me.
"Hey," I reply raising my eyebrows.
"I need advice," Sophie says slowly.
I look at her speculatively, "Wear more blue, it brings out your eyes."
"Not about clothes," Sophie groans.
I smirk and lean back in my chair, "I know, You have Dashtitis."
"What do I do?" Sophie whispers, "I really want him to ask me out."
"Take the intuitive," I cross my legs and give her a droll stare, "This isn't the 1880's were we have to wait for Pa to allow him to come a'courinting."
She nods feverishly, "Yeah...Take the intuitive!"
An: Not my best...but it'll get better! The next chapter will crack you up (; Awkward situations? Check.