She works her pace up, sinking down on me slowly before she’s fucking me as hard as I was her. And I let her, spinning us so I’m the one against the wall as she rides me hard and fast.
“God, you feel so good,” she moans.
“That’s it, baby. Shit, I’m almost there. Don’t stop.” My fingers dig into her ass as she slams down on me, the sound of wet slick skin filling the room as her pussy sucks me in. Her chest glistens with sweat as she works her body over mine.
“Come for me, please.” She begs breathily, and the sweet sound triggers my orgasm.
“Ohh fuck,” I yell, coming so hard I have to lean back against the wall for support.
She doesn’t let up, though, continuing to ride me until I’m fully spent. When I’m able to move, I walk to the bed and drop her gently.
“I didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth.” Really, never saw that coming, but it was so damn hot.
She buries her face in her hands and grunts.
I peel her hands away and kiss her heated cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed. I loved it.”
We take a long shower. So long that I got hungry and had her for a snack. When she reaches for her dress, I snatch it from her and hand her my shirt instead.
“I can’t walk around in this. Won’t your sister be back soon?”
Shit, that reminds me. I toss Olivia a pair of sweats. She rolls her eyes but puts them on. I get dressed too and grab my phone from my pants on the floor and text Pacey. Now that she has a phone again, my anxiety has tripled, knowing that if she wanted to, she could text or call Ryan. She reads it within seconds and responds with a picture of her and our mother shopping. A relieved exhale blows past my lips.
Penn:
Tell Mom I said hi. Will you be home later?
I try to give her freedom, but anytime she leaves, it feels like I’ve swallowed nails. The need to know where she is and who she’s with at all times is fucking annoying. Mom says that’s what it’s like to be a parent. I don’t want to parent Pacey, but I want her to be safe. That I’m leaving tomorrow and will no longer be able to keep an eye on her has been eating at me.
Pacey:
We’re hitting up some shops then going to grab dinner and eat there. Is that okay?
Penn:
Yeah. Sounds good.
“Everything okay?” Olivia asks, sidling up behind me.
“Yeah, she’s with my mom. They’re going to stop by later with dinner.”
“That’s nice. I’ll get out of your hair then. I’m sure you want to spend some time with them before you go. Whendoyou go?”
I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her into me. “You’re not going anywhere. I leave in the morning and I’m not missing another second with you. Plus, my mom has been wanting to meet you for months.”
Her lips turn down into a frown. “We’ve only known each other for a few months.”
“Exactly. She’s known about you for a while.”
“Oh?” She’s still clearly confused.
“She knows her son doesn’t do anything half-assed. I saw. I wanted. I got.” I give her a crooked smile. One that has her frown spreading upward with a playful eye roll.
“Well, I can’t meet your family dressed like this.” She waves a hand over her body.
“Why?”
“Uh, because they’ll think we just got done having sex.”
