I looked down at the slickness I could feel between my thighs.
It wasn't just slickness.
His palm was still cupping my core, with two of his fingers deep inside me.
"Come here." His free hand tugged my hip until my ass was pressed against his erection again. "Need me to fuck you?"
"I think I need you to tell me what's going on, actually. I'm obviously not mad about it, but why are you here?"
He sighed into my hair, his massive body basically engulfing mine. "You didn't answer your phone."
"You know that thing dies whenever it feels like it. I think my magic should be able to recharge it, but I don't have the finesse I'd need to make it happen."
"Remember that time you blew your phone up when you tried to power it?"
I snorted. "That was awful. Your arm bled so much."
He chuckled into my hair. "You said that I wasn't risking anything for you. I figured out something to risk: getting thrown out of our house again."
"Seriously?"
"Mmhm. Lars and Rob helped me move all my shit back in yesterday. You'll have to throw it out again if you want to get rid of me. I'd prefer you do it in a shirt this time, so the neighbors aren't distracted by your tits."
"I had a sports bra on, so there was nothing to see."
"Just glorious skin and pretty little nipples poking through the neon orange fabric."
"You don't remember what color my bra was."
"I do. It was a very memorable day, considering I was losing basically everything that mattered to me."
"Don't say that."
"It's the truth, Livvy. I don't lie to you." He inhaled deeply, his nose to my hair. "I've missed this."
"He says, with his hand between my thighs," I mumbled, wiggling my feet against the energy that was building up again, irritating me. "I'm supposed to be at the orchard."
"With Jonah?" He didn't bother hiding the irritation in his voice.
"With myself. I was alone for most of yesterday. The only person I really talked to was Gwen, and she just wanted me to ask Kat business questions. I kind of wish I followed through with one of the many murder plots I considered enacting against her."
"I always liked it when you were trying to decide whether or not to kill someone."
"I know." I hooked a leg over Niall's hip again, my back still pressed against his chest. "Okay, you can fuck me with your fingers. I'm not done with the conversation, though."
He adjusted my position with a hand on my hip, and dragged his thumb over my clit slowly.
It wasn't long before I writhed.
Rocked.
Cried out loudly as I came on his hand.Repeatedly.
As I neared my last orgasm, I slipped my hand into Niall's boxer-briefs and wrapped my fist around his cock.
He swore viciously when I stroked his length, and he came all over my hand when I climaxed.
"Fuckkk, you're good at that," he said into my hair, as we caught our breath.
