LAST SUMMER
CRISSA
“Oh fuck,”I breathed as Montey shoved my body hard against the closet door. His soft, coffee-colored eyes gazed down at me, halting my breath. They melted me to my core every time he looked at me that way—especially when we were alone. That look in his eyes, his scent, and the way he desperately craved to be alone with me…it was all I ever wanted.Hewas all I ever wanted.
Montey grinned, placing his arms out on either side of me, pressing his palms against the door. “I wanted to kiss Ryder when he called to say they were going to be late.” He started placing wet kisses gently below my ear. “‘Cause now, I get to spend even more time with you.” He kissed me again as his mouth reached that sensitive little spot on my neck that always made me see stars.
I bit back my moan. “For some reason.” I fisted his shirt and admired the way I could feel even the slightest flex of his chest at my movement. “I don’t thinkthiswas what he meant when he said we could get started without them,” I whispered. Montey touched my sweet spot again, making my body react and press against his. It was torture trying to control myself.
Montey extended his tongue and glided it up the side of my neck slowly. His tongue ring pressed roughly against my skin, making me shiver with excitement. A loud sigh escaped my mouth, but Montey caught the sound with a bruising kiss before pulling away and placing a finger over my lips. “Not. Another. Sound,” he said with whispered authority. He then reached into my shorts with his other hand.
Fuck, I don’t know if I can keep quiet.
When Montey found my center soaked, he let out a rippling moan. I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow, silently scolding him for making a noise. He smiled down at me and began to circle my clit, massaging it just right. I closed my eyes in anticipation, waiting for the tension to build at the base of my spine as I knew it would. Then he stopped.
What—
My eyes shot open to Montey falling to his knees. His finger fell from my mouth and trailed down my body as I parted my lips to protest, but he just looked at me with those soft eyes and said, “shhhh,” holding a single finger to his lips. His fingers took their time as they glided up my thighs and made their way to my waist before gripping my shorts and tugging them down. His hot mouth was on me as soon as they came off. My head fell back against the door as my body leaned into him, arching. I craved his touch and the feel of his breath against me.
Staying quiet was a challenge, but thankfully I’d gotten pretty good at it. Montey and I had been sneaking around over the past few months, hooking up every chance we possibly could. We wanted to keep this little secret to ourselves, and weren’t sure if anyone else had caught on yet, but if they had, no one said anything. Either way, we wanted to keep whatever this was between us all to ourselves. No pressure, no labels, just having fun.Lotsof fun.
Don’t stop.
Montey sucked on my clit with such precision, leaving me gasping for air and silently begging for more. The next thing I knew, my leg was draped over his shoulder and Montey was devouring me. My fingers swirled through his shaggy, blue and purple hair, twisting it as he wasted no time, inserting a finger and massaging my walls in time with his tongue on my clit. The metal piercing provided the perfect amount of pressure, exactly where I needed it. Fuck, he felt so damn good. My pussy was at his mercy and I didn’t want him to stop. Not now…not ever.
Don’t stop.
I felt a moan begin to form in my throat and slammed my hand over my mouth so it wouldn’t slip out. As I did so, Montey bit my clit ever so gently, applying immense pressure on my g-spot. My knees turned to jelly as I came, moaning deeply into my grasp. Montey provided support from where he knelt in front of me, looking up with a smug look on his face as I clasped around him and rolled through my orgasm. He guided me through it, refusing to let up, until I was able to breathe and my body relaxed, slumping against the door.
“You good?” he asked with a giant grin.
I nodded while trying to catch my breath, wiping beads of sweat from my face.
Montey gently lowered my leg before backing away as much as he could in the cramped, dimly lit space, allowing me to redress. He wiped the side of his lip and licked his thumb clean of my juices, releasing a low moan with a devilish look in his eyes.
“Oh, you’re such an ass,” I whisper-shouted, grabbing him at his ribs. He leaned forward, caging me in against the door as I admired how toned his stomach had gotten over the summer. Even though he was wearing a dark shirt, I could still feel the smooth panes of his muscles underneath. And my body shivered with a carnal hunger.
Montey’s breath hit my face as he leaned down and whispered to me. “Why don’t you get on your knees and show me how naughty you are, squish.” I'd always lost my composure when he was around, even if he used that stupid nickname. It didn’t matter, he knewexactlyhow to get me.
Without hesitation, I pulled his body into mine as his hair brushed along my face. My hands reached under his shirt and traveled along his chest, my nails gently scraping his flesh. He let out a vibrating moan that shook me to my core. “Let’s see how quietyoucan be,” I teased before reaching beneath his jeans. Montey’s head dipped back as I stroked him gently. The air in that tiny, crammed closet began to thicken with such raw, sexual energy, but before anything else could happen, we heard the door above us creak open.
“Kids? Lavender and the boys are here!” Montey’s mom yelled down from upstairs.
Token’s voice followed soon after. “We brought some drinks!”
“Fuck,” Montey breathed loud enough for only the two of us to hear.
I stood and rested my hands on his waist. “Well what do we do now?” I asked quietly.
He tousled his hair back and shrugged. “Fuck it. Let’s just go out there and we’ll see if they say anything. Just act normal.” Montey reached to open the door of the closet, but before leaving, he bent down and kissed me softly on the lips. “Ready, squish?”
“Okay.” The word barely came out as I gazed into his soft brown eyes.
We stepped out of the closet and into the main space of the basement, to see Token sitting on the bean bag chair while his twin brother, Ryder, occupied one side of the old couch. Lavender sat in her usual spot in the lounge chair, twirling her long hair.
Ryder mindlessly flicked through the television channels as he spoke to us. “Where the hell were you two?” he asked. Montey and I looked at each other, shrugging. Before either of us could answer, Ryder spoke again, “Eh, who the fuck cares. I’m starving. We should order a pizza or something.”
That got Token’s attention immediately. “Oh hell yes! We need food. And speaking of munchies.” he grinned. “Have any of you guys smoked yet?” He looked to Montey as he stood next to Ryder.
