I move the toy back to her clit while I work my dick at a punishing pace. We’re both breathing hard, our gazes pinned on each other’s. Wet skin slapping fills the room as my fist beats against my stomach, my muscles straining as a sheen of sweat drips down my spine.
“I need more.”
“Fuck your fingers,” I tell her, and she doesn’t waste time, shoving two inside her soaking center. “You can take another, come on. Show me how bad you want to come.”
“Fuck,” she cries out, adding another.
I'm mesmerized as I watch her—nearly tearing one of my barbells out, I’m jerking so hard—as her tiny fingers pump in and out while I keep the vibrator pressed to her clit. I feel my release creeping up, and I work faster. Chasing both our orgasms.
“Yes, yes. Right there,” she chants.
“Shit, I’m about to come. Are you close?”
“Yes. Oh, God.”
Her hips lift and rock against her hand as she falls over the edge. I don’t let up on her clit as she convulses and shakes,moaning loud. When she’s spent, she drops to the bed, and I lift the toy to her mouth. “Clean it.”
Her bright, wide eyes lock on mine, confusion and a hint of shock written in them. But I push it closer and she opens, letting me slide it between her plush red lips. She sucks it nice and clean like the good little slut she is, and I lose it.
“Can I come on you? Please, please?”
“Yes.” She scoots closer for me, staring at my cock, and I explode. Cum shoots from my tip all across her perfect stomach and chest. My hands fall to my thighs as I suck in sharp breaths, unable to take my eyes off her. She’s so gorgeous painted in my cum.
Our eyes meet for a moment, but neither of us says anything, and before I climb off the bed, I take my softening dick and rub the remaining cum on my tip over her belly. And ya know what? She fucking laughs.
Goddamn, she’s perfect. Whoever bags her for good is going to be one lucky fucker.
21
ELLIE
I’m a whore.
A dirty, dirty slut.
What was I thinking letting Travis talk me into that last night? It took almost no convincing, either. The moment he came into my room, I knew what he was going to suggest, and I wanted it. I may have acted all high and mighty, but I really wanted him to push harder. I would’ve given in if he did.
Oh God, this is so bad. I mean, last night was good, really good, but now in the harsh light of day, I feel like shit. Again.
The guilt. The humiliation.
And the worst part? I can’t call my best friend and tell her because that would put her in an awkward position with her boyfriend. That’s the last thing I want. I know she’d keep my secret if I asked, but it would eat her alive. Besides, she’s not the best at lying.
I roll off the bed. The same bed where I let Travis use my vibrator on me, then come all over my naked body. Dammit. The worst part isn’t being unable to tell Liv, it’s that I want to keep doing it.
Like I said, whore.
Remembering I have more than one girlfriend I can trust now, I pick up my phone. Pacey already knows, and she didn’t judge me. At least, I don’t think. And she probably doesn’t have any issues keeping secrets from her brother.
Ellie:
I messed up…again
Pacey:
Travis?
Ellie:
