Her leg squeezes on one side of my head, and the other shakes in my arm as she rides out the orgasm. I grind my erection against the mattress, pretending that it’s her tight pussy I’m buried balls deep in.
Nova relaxes, her legs falling open, and she sucks in ragged breaths.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
“You there?” Brandon asks.
I kiss her clit before slipping my finger out of her. Pushing myself onto my knees, I pop my finger into my mouth and wink at Nova as she turns her bleary eyes to me.
Have fun, I mouth before hopping off her bed and leaving her room through the joint bathroom.
I snicker on my way to my bedroom.
Nova can explain why she was acting off while on the phone with Brandon. I’ll be in my room with her cum on my lips, grinning ear-to-ear knowing what I just did.
There’s no way he didn’t piece it together. Maybe Nova will lie and say she was touching herself.
Either way, I can’t wait to see that asshole at Otaku Con next weekend and subtly rub what I’ve done in his face.
TWENTY-EIGHT
NOVA
Aiden
I’ll meet you at Otaku Con. Remember what we went over in our lessons. Make him chase.
Please don’t be mad at me.
I lowermy phone and relax against the sofa’s cushions while I wait for Brandon to pick me up. I could always take my car and drive myself, but it’s not the most reliable, and I’d rather ride home with Aiden after the event.
I could never be mad at him or hate him. Even when he puts me in an uncomfortable position and I have to lie to Brandon about why I sounded weird and breathy. Maybe I’m annoyed and grumbly. But never mad.
Aiden has a lot going on with preparing for Hellfire Night, which will happen in five days. I don’t know what’s going onwith the trouble his friend warned him about, and I’m going to be honest with myself when I say that I’ve been too distracted to remember much of anything. If he’s not worrying and freaking out, then I won’t either.
I straighten as a softtap-tap-tapsounds from the front door.
Brandon must be here.
Grinning, I leap to my feet and rush to the front of the house. I smooth out the skirt of my black Lolita dress, then adjust the two small half-up pigtails before opening the door. Brandon stands on the other side, half-turned as he looks across the front lawn. His black shirt stretches over his broad chest, his worn leather jacket unzipped. He paired his top with dark jeans and boots.
Hearing the squeaking hinges, he faces me with a smile and rakes his gaze over me from head to combat boots.
“Goddamn.” He lets out a low whistle.
I frown. “Aren’t you supposed to be in cosplay?”
His gaze snaps to my face. “Uh, well, about that. I had some issues with my cosplay, and since my friend who was supposed to pair with me couldn’t make it to the event, I gave up and decided to wear normal clothes.”
“You should have told me, and I could have helped you.”
Brandon waves off my concern and looks me over a second time. “It’s fine. But you look?—”
“Nice, right?” I slowly spin, giving him a three-sixty of the cosplay.
He chokes on a noise that’s between a laugh, a groan, and a scoff of disbelief. “Yeah . . .”
“What?”
