As if the world’s largest disturbance isn’t in the room, I catch the moment Bunny’s hazel collects the light, unable to fight the smile cracking on my face. “Mmm, there’s my girl.”
Her eyes blow wide and she gasps, slicing apart the room to take in the daylight, then she’s shooting upright and clutching the sheet to her chest. “What time is it?”
“Uhh, like ten,” Ora answers.
I close my eyes to roll them, opening them back up to Bunny ripping the sheet completely off the bed with her tumble over the mattress.
“Razorrr,” she whines, scampering for footing and stumbling over the excess fabric toward the closet. “How could you let me sleep that long?”
Because I like watching you.
I stay quiet, observing Ora’s side profile as she sweeps over Bunny’s neck. She doesn’t really give me much, just takes in the obvious and goes back to flipping through her side of the closet.
I wanna instigate. Even if Ora wasn’t in here, I’d wanna tease the sheet off Bunny and take my time touching her in places she didn’t know would feel good.
My cock throbs at the idea, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and moving toward Bunny frantically pulling a tiny top down.
“Bunny, deep breath.” I bring my hands around her waist, smoothing up the contour of her muscle through the buttery sheet.
She stops her shirt acrobats, rolling her spine straight and flicking an awkward glance over to Ora pretending like she’s in her own world.
“You have time,” I tell her, working up the divots of her ribs.
She exhales relievedly, relaxing her head back to my sternum and closing her eyes, her arms falling limp to her sides. “I have time.”
Ora yanks a shirt down, turning on her heel and powering across the room with heavy feet.
Good. I’m pissing her off.
The satisfaction curves my mouth into a smirk, applying more pressure up Bunny’s chest, my hands molding around her teardrop shape, and I lower my lips to her ear. “You were so good to me last night. I’m not gonna be able to stop thinkin’ ‘bout you.”
She lets out a tiny, airy moan, dropping her shirt and cupping her hands over mine, keeping her eyes closed.
“You gonna think about me, baby?” I kiss her ear, massaging her tits and trailing my lips along her jaw.
Nodding, she lets me anchor my fingers around the edge of the sheet, breathing heavier as I languidly work it down her hard nipples. “My body aches, so yes.”
“How bad?”
“You guys are already so fucking annoying,” Ora spits, causing a thunderous scene out the door, her denim jeans flapping from the pile of clothes in her hands.
And there we go.
Jealousy.
Which is no good.
My jaw tenses, letting the sheet drop, the fabric cascading down Bunny’s violin body. I’m organized and quick at getting a hand into her hair, clutching the soft strands tight enough to tilt her head and press my lips along her neck.
“M-maybe we shouldn’t… right now, Raze,” she rasps, contradicting herself by grinding her ass back into my dick.
“Just let me feel how wet you are,” I breathe against her jugular, working my fingers down her smooth mound.
My abdomen warms, shocking my spine with ravenous need, watching through slits as she politely hikes a leg for me.
“You listen so well.” Coasting down her pussy, I drop my hand from her hair, hooking underneath her thigh to hold her in position.
Her body wavers, her hips rolling forward to catch some friction on my fingers. But I want her to hold on to this. I want her to ache for my next touch. I need her to think about how I make her feel when I’m not around to physically instill it.
