"Mhmm." I hum.
"Are you reading?"
"Mhmm." I hum again and the brush of his laughter coasts against my panties.
I choke the moan back, my fingers white knuckling the book, legs jerking together from the shock of sensation. He chuckles and forces my legs open again.
The touch of his fingers against the fabric of my panties has another moan racing up my throat, but again I stop it from slipping out, biting my lips like that'll stop any noise from escaping.
He inserts one finger into me, his other hand hooking my panties to the side so he can watch, transfixed as he pumps one finger, and curls it up, hitting my g-spot slightly.
I'm so wet he has no resistance, the only sound my own beating heart and the wet sound of his fingers pumping into me.
He pumps it, slowly, then fast, then slowly again and each time I feel my core tighten and release and the frustration grows.
"Asher, if you-"
He plants his lips on me, sucking my clit and drawing a moan from me and this one I'm too lazy to catch, the sound eliciting a groan from Asher.
"You have to be quiet; do you want the whole hockey team coming in here?"
My eyes widen and the book lands on my chest as I hiss out, "no." But it gets cut off when finally, he adds a second finger and pumps harder, sucking and eating me like he's starved.
My elbows dig into the mattress, trying to keep myself tethered to reality but it's hard when you have a hot guys mouth on your clit and his fingers in your pussy.
His fingers curl upwards with each pump, hitting my g-spot perfectly and I arch on the bed, one of Ashers hands moving to drive my hips back down so he can finish what he started.
"Fuck." The word is a hiss slipping from my lips, my teeth biting at it to stop any other noise and then I taste blood.
My orgasm hits me like a wave, crashing over me euphorically and I crash back down to the mattress. Asher slowly pumpsbefore moving and climbing over me, kissing me soundly on the lips, no doubt tasting blood like I can taste myself on his lips.
I groan and he shoves his tongue in my mouth, swallowing the sound.
He huffs a laugh, "next time we do that, I definitely want to hear you scream my name."
I bite his lips, dragging it into my mouth before letting it go. "You're going to have to find a way to get everyone out of the house for hours."
"Hours?" He lifts a taunting brow.
I whack his shoulder, "you know what I mean."
He plants a kiss on my lips and moves off the bed, adjusting his dick in his pants before moving for the bedroom door while I slip my pyjamas back on.
I glance at the bulge and raise a brow at him, "you should get that sorted."
He narrows his eyes. "Next time."
I blush, knowing my thoughts are written clear on my face.
He pauses at my door. "I wish we didn't have to go to the away game. I want to be here." He tilts his head at me. "Unless you come with me?" He raises a brow.
"I can't." I shake my head with a barely hidden smile. "I have class and you're staying in a hotel with two others."
His face falls. "Fine, but I expect to see you when I get back."
I wave him away.
He opens my door with a chuckle but stops at the body in his way.
