“Look in the bathroom! Or it might be under my bed!” she yells, before quieting her voice to answer Jess. “Without a shadow of a doubt, yes. When’s your birthday?”
“February thirteenth.”
“Get. Out. You’re an Aquarius? I’m an Aries.”
He’s shaking his head like he’s confused but also invested. “I have no idea what that means.”
She smiles wickedly. “Oh, it’s good. That’s all you need to know, you precious man.”
The funny thing is, they’re not trying to be funny.
Like she remembered she was in the middle of telling me something important, she spins to face me again. “Raven is Soph’s. When she and Ken fucked, she thought about you.” She says it with a straight face, unfazed.
Soph drops her elbows to the table and her face into her hands. “Lo,” she mutters.
“Who’s Ken?” Jess asks.
“Her ex,” Lola answers, and there’s acid in her tone. “I’ll tell you about the shit biscuit on the way to pick up the pizza.”
Right on time, Benji saves Soph from the conversation when he returns with her purse. “What do you guys want on the pizza? I’ll order online, since it takes thirty minutes to get there.”
Everyone calls out their favorites. “Cheese.” “Canadian bacon and pineapple.” “Pepperoni and mushrooms.”
Three minutes later, we’re finally, blessedly, in an empty house.
And my dick is throbbing.
I place my palms against the skin of her outer thighs. Her baggy, linen shorts are so short. Sliding my right hand down, I grip her knee and guide it until it’s draped over the outside of my thigh. I repeat the motion with her left. My legs parted wide, her legs parted wider, I ghost over her inner thighs until I meet the hem of her shorts. Another inch and I’m brushing the lace trim of her thong.
Whispering, “Did you really think about me…” I press a kiss to the back of her bared neck. “When you…” Her head drops to the side when I trail my tongue just below her ear. “Fucked...”She shivers, and I can’t help but smile into her skin before tugging gently with my teeth. “Your boyfriend?”
Her hand slips between us, and I hiss when she grips me behind her back. I can’t help pumping into her grasp.
“Answer the question.”
Slipping a finger beneath the fabric of her panties, I circle her clit. It’s swollen and greedy.
“Any time I wanted to get off, yes,” she pants. I can hear the smile in her voice when she adds, “Which was every time.” She pauses as I alternate lazy circles with a gentle pinch, and then sighs, “That feels so good.”
It’s like time has slowed down. Every sensation heightened. Every sound filtered to peak arousal. Need pulses between us, syncing our blood rush. Skimming my free hand under her shirt, her abs go taut under my touch.
“What do you need to get off now?I’m here.” Dragging my palm over her tight nipple, I groan. “Do you know how fucking hot it is that you never wear a bra?”
“We should go to my room,” she begs. God, I love how sweet she sounds.
“Come first,” I whisper, as I sink two fingers in.
She strokes me through my shorts as her hips begin to move.
“That’s it. Show me how you want to ride my cock.”
The pace picks up, and her hips rock forward and back, taking in my fingers from tip to third knuckle. Pinching her nipple, I rub it between my calloused finger and thumb, and she squirms with pleasure.
“Good girl,” I growl, pressing an open-mouth kiss to the crook of her neck, before sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
“That voice,” she pants, as her free hand reaches back and fists my hair. Her other hand still strokes the straining length of me. “That voice does it for me every time.”
Grinding the heel of my hand against her clit, she writhes and moans, and the need in me coils impossibly tight. The push and pull of it begging to both please and defile us.
