Then I tugged on her shirt, begging for it to come off. Taking her hands from my body, Spencer grabbed the hem and pulled the cotton tee over her head, tossing it into the storage unit.
“What if we get caught?” I whimpered, suddenly concerned about being out in public.
“We won’t.” Spencer shook her head, pulling away long enough to comfort me. “It’s really late, and we’re out of the view of the cameras.”
Nodding, I went back to kissing her, I couldn’t keep myself away. I felt like I’d been keeping myself from her for years even though it’d been mere weeks. But the second I felt her under my arms on her bike that first night, I knew I needed to feel her.
Then Spencer reached back for me, needing me as badly as I needed her. She pulled on my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it back with hers.
My eyes moved around her torso, taking in the rippling abs that tensed under my gaze. Unlike her roommates, Spencer’s chest and torsos were largely un-inked. Her smattering of cool tatts ending at her shoulders.
Her skin rose to goosebumps, either from the cold November air or being touched.
Moving her hands from my hips, she reached for the button on my distressed jeans. “I want to touch you.”
Swallowing, I let my head fall back as the button popped open, followed shortly by the zipper pulling down.
Spencer’s hands worked fast, slipped down toward my warm, slick folds. I knew I’d already made a mess of the simple black panties underneath.
If I’d known this was how the night would end, I would’ve worn something sexier.
“Fuck.” Spencer grunted as she felt me through the fabric. “So much for straight.”
With a shrug, I laughed. “You look fucking unreal.”
“I’ve been waiting for you, Bunny.” Spencer winked as she grabbed the belt loops of my jeans, pulled them off my hips and down my legs. Falling back, I let her peel the jeans off my body.
Once they were off, I couldn’t keep myself away from her. There was no stopping us now, nothing could get in our way.
Sitting up, I threw my leg over her lap and placed my soaked center over hers. Lowering myself on top of her, my hips startedto grind against hers. I wasn’t sure how this sex would go, what was in store for me. But I knew I needed to rub myself on her.
Through the motorcycle pants, I could feel the hard bulge of her strap.
A giggle rose in my chest. “You wore it?”
“Of course I did. Couldn’t risk being unprepared for you, Bunny.” Spencer winked as she met my green eyes.
Licking my lips, I knew what I wanted. I reached down for her button, undoing the thick fabric of her pants and pushed my hand inside. My chest tightened as I found the dildo, hard and ready for me. No need to work off any whiskey dick.
Spencer groaned at my hand over her strap, even through the cotton boxers.
I fed my hand through the fly front of the underwear, until I met the warm shaft of her strap. “Oh god, that feels good.” My clit throbbed at the feeling of her in my hands. The warmth had caught me off guard, and so did the moan that Spencer elicited as I grabbed her.
My eyebrows furrowed. “Can you feel it?”
“Phantom dick.” With a nod, Spencer’s head fell back. “And the base rubs into my clit when you touch it.”
Fuck, that’s hot.I swallowed hard as I felt the length of it. Long and hard, I wasn’t sure I could handle all of that. Certainly not without any lube.
But I felt my pussy aching to feel the silicone inside me. I needed to know if it would feel as good in me as it did in my hand, if all my attachment to the “real thing” was some bullshit I’d made up in my head
The way my body craved her, I already knew that it was.
Letting my hand fall away from the shaft, I repositioned myself over Spencer’s center. Her hand brought the toy to my center, rubbing the hard dildo over my clit and through my folds.
“I might need lube,” I mumbled, worried Spencer hadn’t brought any.
With a laugh, Spencer met my gaze. “Bunny, you’re soaked. I think you can handle it.”
