Her plea in response is all the answer I need to add a finger. Fuck, she’s tight as hell. With my middle two fingers stretching her out, I rub her clit with my thumb as her hips go wild.
“Damn baby, your pussy feels so good.”
The last thing I want to do is silence her, but it’s probably necessary, since she’d be mortified if anyone heard us, so I claim her mouth again. Her walls begin to pulse, leaving no doubt she’s close. To finish her off, I press in deep and curl my fingers to flick her G-spot, which sends her into orgasm bliss. She squeezes my arm hard enough to draw blood as she rides it out.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so sexy, fucking my hand, coming on my lap. I bet you taste like heaven.”
Her entire body melts in my arms, and her muscles relax moments later.
I slowly withdraw from between her legs while wishing to God we weren’t in the hot tub so I could lick my fingers clean and find out if she’s as sweet as I imagine. Shit, that was hot. My little mouse has a bit of a minx in her. Taking her by surprise may be the key to unlocking that side.
“Did you enjoy having my focus, Mouse?”
The minute the words come out, she flinches. Miss Uptight just reentered the building.
“Oh my God.” She practically leaps from my lap and scrambles to the other side. “I… that… we shouldn’t have done that.”
“Wedidn’t do anything, but as for whatIdid? You seemed to enjoy it. I sure fucking did, and that orgasm says you did too, so cut the innocent act. You wanted it, babe. Hell, you came in less than three minutes flat.”
“I’m going to bed. Don’t mention this to anyone or get any ideas about it happening again.”
“Come on, Mouse, don’t be that way. We’re both adults here.”
She’s out and wrapping the towel around her, already heading toward her room.
Damn this girl. How can she be so sensual one second, only toshut down in the next? I’m not sure what her problem is, but someone needs to loosen her up. Sounds like the perfect goal for the weekend.
“Good night,” she calls over her shoulder before rounding the corner.
And that’s the end of that. For now, anyway.
Currently, my only concern is handling the predicament I’ve been left in. I’m lucky no one else is around to witness the raging fucking boner I’m walking back with. Remembering the feel of her ass grinding on top of my cock a minute ago is enough to break me.
Luckily, it takes no time at all to make it inside the room and hang my wet shorts in the shower. I’m lying face up on the bed, hand working my cock while I envision that sexy-as-fuck climax play out. The way her body bowed and convulsed on my lap. Her moans of pleasure as her pussy squeezed the hell out of my finger, pulsing through her orgasm.
What tips me over the edge, though, is imagining my cock deep inside as she shatters around it, calling my name. Feeling her tight walls milk me dry.Fuuuuck.Cum shoots out as I squeeze tighter and pull, prolonging the pleasure.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. That’s two fucking times in two fucking days over the same fucking girl. What the hell is happening to me?
5
NOT HAPPENING
Poppy
That didn’t happen last night. It had to have been a dream. Right? I huff as I roll over in bed. Oh my God, it did, though. It was a moment of weakness. That’s all. I’m going to pretend we did not kiss—that I did not let him give me the best orgasm of my life. Nope. Did. Not. Happen.
The groan that escapes is one of frustration. Sexual? Possibly. Disappointment in myself? Most definitely. He came out of nowhere. One minute we were talking, and the next, well, that damn kiss. Who knew lips could be so fricking persuasive? And the hand on my neck was like a live wire straight to my nether region. His firm grip directed me where he wanted, making me hungry for more than ever before.
I may not be very experienced, but I’ve messed around. I’ve made it to third base but held back from bringing it home. Which, in all honesty, hasn’t been much of a hardship considering the few encounters I’ve had were unimpressive to say the least. The only orgasms I’ve had have been self-administered.
Until last night, anyway. That was… otherworldly—unholy in the best of ways. It’s fair to assume Suits knows his way around a woman’s body and should be avoided at all costs for that reason alone, which is precisely what I intend to do. Steer clear of the manwhore… magic fingers and all.
Besides, today’s the big day. All focus needs to be on the happy couples. It’s not about me. It’s not about Braden and his relentless flirting. And it’s certainly not about what occurred in the hot tub only hours ago. In fact, no one will find out. Because… It. Never. Happened.
My phone buzzes next to the bed, jolting me from my thoughts. It’s Cici, along with a text from Matt that must have come through right before I woke up.
Cici: Hey, did Braden give you any shit last night, or was everything okay?
