Then, almost as if he wanted to hold himself back, he released my chin and pulled his fingers away from my pussy. I gulped, all those dirty little fantasies escaping me.
“Did you sleep well last night, Mia?”
I leaned forward a couple inches, letting my breasts graze against his bulge. “Is that really what you wanted to ask?”
He chuckled, regaining his composure. “No.” He brushed his fingertips against my inner thigh again, rubbing them back and forth in soothing circles, and then … he shoved them against my shorts. “I wanted to ask how wet you were for me.” Pushing my shorts to the side, he slipped his fingers under them and rubbed my clit through my underwear. “But I thought it was inappropriate.”
My eyes widened, and I looked up. The tension rose in my core. I clutched the sides of the seat, fingers digging into the wood.Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.He started to rub my pussy, his fingers moving fast against the fabric.
“So, I thought I’d see for myself.”
His gaze drifted from my pussy to my tits to my eyes, as he rubbed me faster. This was wrong. This was so wrong. I tightened, wishing he’d slip a finger under my panties and push it right inside of me.
“Is this what you did last night?” he asked, fingers moving faster. “Touched your wet little pussy out by the pool when I left?”
I gulped and licked my lips, grazing two fingers against my nipples. “You watched me, didn’t you?” I asked.
He chuckled, smiling. “It’s not like you didn’t want me to.”
He drew a finger around my nipple, and then he clasped it between his fingers and tugged on it, shaking my breast up and down. Pleasure rushed through me, and he leaned down, his lips against my ear.
“I bet you were thinking about me.” He continued to rub my pussy, making the tension build inside me. “I bet all you could think about was my cock thrusting inside of you instead of your fingers.”
My eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants, and I furrowed my brows. It was so fucking big. All I wanted was to—
“Go ahead, Mia.” He chuckled deeply into my ear. “Touch it.”
The force drove me higher and higher. I reached out, touching the front of his pants, and as soon as I did … I came.
“Mia!” Melissa yelled.
I sighed through my nose, trying to keep quiet and to stop my legs from shaking.
“I’m coming, Melissa.” And I really was.
CHAPTER5
MIA
We got our nails painted, drove two hours both ways to get this dairy-free ice cream that Melissa had been dying for, stopped at a farm on our way home so Serena could take pictures with five little ducklings, and then almost got into a car accident because Melissa’s phone was buzzing in her lap while she was driving.
It was almost two in the morning when we got home, and both Serena and Melissa were hyped up tonight.
Now, they were lying on the bed, kicking their legs back and forth and gossiping. I lay on the couch and stared up at the ceiling, starting to think that maybe a weekend was too long.
“Victor is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time,” Melissa said, fanning herself.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
“Damien is the same way!” Serena said. “He does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, I can’t handle it!”
I had been listening to them talk nonstop about their boyfriends for the past ten hours. Which one was better in bed. Which one had a bigger dick. Which one ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because Mason, mylovelyboyfriend, was shit.
“Must be nice,” I said, chiming in for the first time tonight.
“Oh, come on,” Melissa said, sitting up and throwing a pillow at me. “Mason can’t be that bad.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “We’ve been together for five years, and he’s made me come, like, five times,” I said, annoyance in my voice. It wasn’t that I cared all about the sex … but I just wanted some effort.
