I watched a blush roll over her face, and I spread her legs wider. I slid a second finger into her, feeling how tight she was. I felt her nails bite into my shoulder as she seemed to move her hips in rhythm with my fingers. Each thrust in, she bucked her hips with me.
I kissed her softly, biting on her lower lip. She moaned softly, and I leaned back. I looked at her, the flushed face and the way she sat open for me. She stared at me with lust in her eyes, the want I had imagined so many times.
“Do you want to come on my mouth or my fingers?” I asked, not planning on getting my dick wet.
“Your dick,” she said without hesitation.
I paused for a split second. “Do you want to go home for that? I don’t have anything on me, Gabriella.”
She frowned. “Hazel is at home, and I’d rather not have her hear anything. I’m also on birth control.”
I was tempted to joke that others could probably hear us out here, but between the music and the number of people here, you probably couldn’t. But not only that, I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her.
I reached for her straps and slid them both down. I tugged her dress down, revealing a lacey black bra that matched her thong. Her chest rose and fell, and I looked at her bra. I reached out, rubbing my thumb over the material. “I like this. But not enough to keep it on.”
I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. It fell free, and I looked at her breast. Her nipples were already hard underneath, like they had been waiting for me.
I flicked them, watching her jump slightly at the contact. Her mouth fell open as she looked shocked at herself.
I chuckled as I reached for my pants and unbuttoned them slowly. Her eyes flicked down, watching each movement. I unzipped my pants, sliding them down slightly. I pulled my boxers with my pants, and my cock sprang up.
Her eyes widened. “Jesus… I mean… god that’s not what I meant to say.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle as I leaned forward, caging her. “Have you not seen a dick before?”
“No, I have but… you’re… you’re…” She swallowed.
I pulled my hand down, stroking it over myself. I watched her eyes track my moment, and I rubbed my thumb over my tip. Her mouth hung open slightly, her eyes glued to my cock.
I tightened my hold, stroking myself a little rougher. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined your hand replacing mine?” I leaned closer, her eyes snapping up to mine. “How many times have I imagined sinking into you? We would sit in the library, and I would want nothing more than to slip my hand up your skirt. To shove you into the couch and take you.”
That was putting it mildly. I wanted to fuck her and let people see. I wanted to hear her moan my name and listen to it bounce through the entire library.
Her mouth bobbed. “You have a wild imagination for someone who doesn’t read.”
I smirked. “I blame you.”
I moved her closer, rubbing my cock over her entrance. Gabriella’s eyes filled with pleasure, and I slowly slid into her. I felt how tight she was and grunted softly.
Her hands moved from my neck down my back, her nails digging in. “Fuck,” she whispered, her head rolling back, exposing her neck. I ran my tongue over her neck, biting softly on the side.
I grabbed her hips, thrusting deeper into her, sinking as far as her body would allow. She moaned loudly.
I kept moving, feeling myself growing close to the edge. She clung tightly to me, sitting up a little. I felt her breast bounce, her breath was hot against my neck as she panted my name, whimpering, she was close. I didn’t stop.
I pulled her legs further apart, rolling my thumb over her clit as I let go. She gasped loudly, our voices mixing together as we both lost control. I felt her clamp down as she orgasmed, her head falling back as her body shook.
I sank deep into her, finding my own release. We both fumbled back into the couch, and she chuckled. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
I couldn’t either, and I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt.
Chapter 13 - Gabriella
I sipped my coffee and stared down the hallway toward Westley’s room. I knew he still had not gotten up, and instead of avoiding him, I was trying to act like I wasn’t bothered. My hands were tight on my mug, unsure of what I was going to say.
I heard a door open, and I sat up a little taller. Hazel came out of her room, and I sank a little. She came down the hallway toward the kitchen and raised an eyebrow at me. “You look like you’re going to vomit.”
“Do I?” I asked, reaching for my phone to look at myself. I didn’t think I looked different, maybe a little whiter.
