Elias stops moving, freezing right at the foot of my bed. I don’t stop touching myself, circling my pussy, wanting to scream and cry and rage all at the same time. But I have to stay quiet. His even breath stutters, but he walks over to his bed and throws his bag on the ground. I hear him drop his towel and get under the sheets. I shiver, knowing he’s as naked as I am under there.
There’s a sharp intake of breath, so faint it’s almost inaudible. Then I see the dim light of his phone. Mine dings, and I open it with my left hand.
I’m so fucking hard for you
I can’t keep quiet. I throw the covers over my head, creating an entirely non-soundproof barrier, but it’s enough for me to feel better about letting out a whine.
I want to wrap my hand around your hard cock. Fuck you’re big. Trace the head with my fingers. Grip it from the base, move up towards the tip, squeezing. Up and down
i’d dip a finger in your tight little hole next. you’re drenched for me. I’d stretch it with two, maybe three fingers. I know you can take it all. I’d spread your wetness everywhere
My fingers slip right in, but right away, it’s not enough. Vaguely, from the other side of my blanket cavern, I hear sheets moving, rustling, maybe a groan. I do as he says, spreading my wetness all over, getting messy. I can’t stop now, I’m a runaway train.
I’d put you in my mouth. Your dick is so big, it stretches my lips. I’d take you all the way down my throat, looking you right in the eyes. I’d make it sloppy. I’d suck you down
i’d spread you with my thumbs, lick a long stripe from your cute little asshole, all the way up. I’d shove my tongue so far up your pussy, rubbing your walls with my tongue. Then I’d lick right over your clit. Circle it with my tongue. Over and over again until your legs tighten around my ears.
Finally. I gather all of my wetness between my fingers, using four of them to rub large, firm circles, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. So good. It’s so good. I’m on the edge. My mouth is pressed up against the blankets on top of me, making it hard to breathe. My hair is drenched with sweat, sticking to my face. My phone dings.
I’m licking at your clit while sliding two fingers in. In and out. Slowly at first. But then I feel you tightening up. I go faster
I use both my hands and my mouth god you’re so big
I’m rubbing your g-spot with my fingers pressing up I’m sucking on your swollen clit you’re so fucking wet
I want to milk you dry id swallow it all
Elias growls out loud into the space of the quiet room. “Fuck it,” he says. “Let me hear you.”
I don’t even think twice. I kick the covers completely off, throwing my phone down at the same time I hear Elias’s hit his bed. I hear the sounds of skin on skin, of Elias jerking himself not six feet away from me, his soft grunts a caress across my body.
I circle my clit with one hand while shoving two fingers of the other into myself. Tight circles, fingers in and out. I’m so drenched can I hear it, sloshing and squelching, and I know Elias can hear it, too.
Tighter. Quicker. The slapping sounds from the bed next to me get louder, faster. I realize I’m making a soft whining noise, like a teakettle, ready to boil. I feel it building at the back of my neck.
“Scream my name when you come, Mia,” growls Elias from somewhere next to me, in that voice that’s never been directed at me, deep and predatory, and that’s all I need to push me over the edge.
Panting, grunting, moaning fills the room.
“Elias!” I explode, voice desperate and pleading, my eyes squeezed shut, and I’m wracked with a violent orgasm, a full body seizure, my spine arching off the bed. Waves and waves and waves of pleasure, my pussy spasming around the inadequate girth of my fingers.
A guttural sound, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. A stutter in his rhythm. “Fuck. Mia,” he grunts, my name a statement and a promise.
Then silence, save for sounds of the two of us catching our breaths. My body is twitching, sparks in my arms and legs.
Reality settles heavily in the darkness.
Elias gets up and walks into the bathroom. I hear him pawing around in the dark, hear him wiping himself off. He walks back towards my bed. I feel a small towel get dropped on my arm. He climbs into his bed. I pull the covers back over myself, wiping myself down underneath.
My last thought is that my brother’s best friend, my oldest friend, is a damn good teacher. We fall asleep to the soft sounds of each other’s breathing.
ELEVEN
Elias
The first thingI do when I open my eyes is look for Mia. There’s enough light in the room for me to see her sleeping in the bed next to mine, maybe six feet away. I turn onto my side to see her.
She’s asleep on her back, her face tilted towards me. Her pink mouth is slightly open, and I can hear her soft breaths. Her blonde hair is spread all over the pillows, like she’s been electrocuted or well-fucked, and I get a little hard thinking that it’s closer to the latter. I follow the lines of her neck, down to the smooth pale skin on her chest. The sheets have dropped to her waist, exposing her gorgeous tits, and I finally have the chance to admire them. They’re full, plush, heavy, and I count myself lucky to know what one feels like in my hand. There’s a mole on her left breast, next to her nipple, both of which are small and rosy and soft in her sleep. I think I’d do anything to put my mouth on them, to watch them tighten. The skin on her stomach looks soft, warm, and inviting, and I’d do anything to put my mouth all over that, too.
