“How do you feel?”
“Like I don’t want to let you go. Three orgasms have made me shaky. And emotionally needy,” she said, her eyes on mine.
“I’m sleeping with you tonight,” I said. “I’ll sneak out in the morning if you want, but we don’t have sex like that and not wake up together after. I’m needy too.”
“Good. And you don’t have to sneak out.”
“Then I won’t. Do I need to stay in the friend zone tomorrow?”
Her hand cupped my face. She looked fragile and soft and I needed her touch more than I could admit. “No. Please don’t.”
“I don’t think I can be with you like this at night if I can’t at least hold you in the day.”
“You do hold me,” she said. “Just not in the way you think. But, yes, I understand that.”
We headed back to the house, her dress pulled over her untidily, my jeans hitched up. She kept giggling about my come dripping down the side of her thigh and I tried to be sympathetic when actually I was proud. Back in her room, I cleaned her up with warm water and a flannel and wrapped my arms around her waist as she brushed her teeth and washed her face.
Her bed was big and wide, but we took up just one side, as we entangled ourselves around each other, both still spent. I fell asleep wondering if I’d found the thing I had never realised I didn’t have, but desperately wanted.
* * *
I woke with the bed covers pushed back and my dick in Payton’s mouth, her hand around the base. I had no idea how long she’d been there, but I did know I wasn’t that far off coming right down her throat. Her tits we there for the touching and behind her was a mirror, which meant I had an amazing view of her ass and pussy with the way she had positioned herself. I grabbed her head as gently as I could and pulled her from me, her lips puffy.
“Good morning,” she said, keeping her hand on my cock and rising up on her knees. My eyes drank her in, as my hand went straight to her nipples, brushing them with my thumbs.
“Are you wet?” I asked, not stupid enough to think that giving a blow job was as much of a turn on for her as it was for me.
She nodded. “I woke up with your cock almost in me. It was the way we were sleeping.”
“Turn around. I want to fuck you from behind.”
I saw her pupils dilate and her nipples hardened into tight nubs. I grinned greedily; my girl liked being told what to do in bed as much as she liked being asked for it. She shifted onto all fours in front of me and I bent down to lick her pussy and around her ass. She was wet and slick and hadn’t come yet, so I knew I’d have to go slow, especially in this position.
“Has anyone ever been here?” I asked, touching her puckered hole, pressing against it with a finger.
She gasped. “No. Never. And you’re too big.”
“Doesn’t have to be my cock, beautiful. Lots of things we can use to give you more pleasure. You’ll know that from your books.” I moved my tongue so I could lick her clit and felt her quiver.
“Do you like it? You know, going there…”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m male. But I like this too.” I positioned my cock at her pussy and started to breach her entrance, hearing a long moan come from her mouth, watching her eyes close in the mirror. She looked fucking good with my cock in her.
Neither of us lasted long, even after last night. I sat back against the headboard, Payton between my legs, her legs spread, her arms wide. It was a carnal position as she hid nothing from me, not with the mirror there.
Looking at her, a post-coital flush across her body, my arms around her, I wasn’t sure how I was going to go back to sleeping alone.
“Last night you were okay with us being more than friends. Is that still okay?” I said, kissing her neck.
She moved my hands onto her stomach, round her waist. “Given how noisy we’ve just been I think the people on either side of us are pretty clear we’re a lot more than friends. I do need some space though, I don’t want to panic and do something that hurts you… hurts us.”
“I get that. I won’t be full on.”
She turned her head so we could kiss and my cock started to get ideas, ideas that weren’t going to come to fruition given the banging at the door.
“We know you’re awake, Payton, because we heard you. Does Owen want go to rugby practice?” It was Ava’s voice that blasted through the door. “They’re doing bacon sandwiches in the kitchen now too.”
“I apologise for my family. You have no idea how much I wish I was an only child right now,” she said as she buried her head in my chest. “Next Sunday, we’ll have a morning where there are no interruptions.”
