I stop moving and look at him. With me on top like this, I’m an inch or two taller, so I’m looking down.
“Are you serious?”
“Just making sure.”
“I’mbusy.”
The ringing stops, then starts again a moment later.
“Persistent,” Javier says. “Someone really wants to talk to you.”
“Do they.” Fuck, this is the perfect angle. Every roll of his hips drives him deep into the exact right spot, shooting pleasure through my limbs. “They can?—”
Three things occur to me at once.
One, my phone is on vibrate twenty-four seven and onlyringsif someone on my “important contacts” list has called at least three times in a row;
Two, when I left with Javier, I waved at Emily and then pointed at the door, which in retrospect is not the clearest of statements; and
Three, I have literally watched my drunk friends call the cops when they can’t find a member of their party.
“Fuck. They’re gonna call the police,” I say and drag myself off of Javier. He makes a surprised noise and lets me go, chest heaving, hair wild.
“The police?” he echoes.
“I didn’t tell Emily and Theresa where I was going when I left,” I say, pawing at my discarded skirt, phone still ringing, pussy throbbing mournfully. “They’re drunk, I’ve seen them do it before. I’m sorry, just give me a—hi, Emily?”
“MADELINE!” she shouts over the din in the background. “ARE YOU ALIVE? YOU DISAPPEARED!”
“Sorry—I left the bar. I thought you saw me. I really can’t ta?—”
“WITH THAT GUY?” She confers with someone in the background, loudly. “THE ONE WITH THE HAIR?”
That guy with the hairis still sitting in my bed, and now he gets a hand back on himself and starts stroking. I try not to think about how much I’d rather be sitting on that than yelling at my drunk friend.
“Yeah, him,” I say and walk forward. I plant one knee on the bed. Javier raises an eyebrow.
“HE LOOKED SKETCHY,” Emily goes on. Javier rubs his thumb over the tip of his cock, and it makes his hips flex. Fuck. “PAM SAID HIS CLOTHES HAD HOLES? DO YOU NEED US TO COME GET YOU?”
“No!” I yelp, and now I’m kneeling on the bed, sliding my other hand up Javier’s thigh, and oh my god, I need to get Emily off the phone in a way that doesn’t make her worried. “I’m fine. I’m totally okay.”
“What’s the password?” she asks, and Javier crooks a finger at me to come closer. I stare at him, eyebrows raised, and bite my lip. He gives a tiny shrug, hand still moving on his dick.
“Madeline!”
“What?” I swing a leg over until I’m straddling Javier, almost as close as we were before. He reaches out to toy with a nipple, and I have to clench my jaw so I don’t make a noise.
He leans forward until his mouth is right by my ear. “Shhh.”
My whole body shudders.
“Madeline,” Emily is saying, and shit, now she sounds a little worried. “Password.”
I’ve somehow slid forward on Javier’s lap, even closer, the tip of his cock teasing against my clit as he holds it still. Fuck,fuck, I’m on the phone and shouldn’t grind against it, even a little, but—I do.
“Giraffe,” I guess, because I have no fucking idea what the password is. I roll my hips, and the head of Javier’s cock slidesfrom my clit to nestle between my lips, and fuck, I could—I could just?—
“No, we changed it last month, remember?”
