“Tor, are you okay in there?”
My eyes widen, and Noah’s do the same.
He knocks again. “Tori, are you in there?” Panic builds. If he catches us like this, I don’t know what we’ll do.
Noah leans in, brushing his lips against my ear. “Ignore him,” he whispers.
“I can’t…” I attempt to hiss back, but Harry’s panicked voice calls through the door again.
“Tori, answer me.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I uh, dropped my phone,” I stammer, sounding so unconvincing.
“Are you sure?”
I go to reply, but Noah begins pumping his fingers in and out again as he smirks.
I should push back and tell him to stop, but my head rolls back in pleasure and hits the wall loudly.
Harry calls again, “Tori?”
“Yes.”
“What are you doing?” His tone is suspicious.
Noah brings the index finger of his free hand to his lips to shush me again. My mouth falls open as the fucker decides toadd his thumb into the mix, rubbing my throbbing clit, sending me into a spin. I have to lean forward to bite down on his shoulder to stop myself from screaming. The thrill and anxiety of being caught is now turning me on in a way I didn’t anticipate. How can something so wrong feel so damn good?
“Tori, is something wrong?” Harry demands.
“Don’t stop,” I mouth, never taking my eyes off him.
He sinks to his knees and gives me a wink that nearly has me coming on the spot. “Atta girl.”
When his tongue swipes over my clit, I let out a gasp, and Noah’s free hand shoots up and clamps over my mouth.
“Tori,” Harry shouts. “I’m coming in.” The door handle begins to rattle, and I scream, tearing Noah’s hand away from my mouth.
“Nooo, I’m naked.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Don’t come in.”
Noah’s laugh vibrates against my pussy, and I squeeze my legs together.
My eyes roll when he curls his fingers inside me, and that delicious pressure builds in my core, causing me to whimper.
“Why are you naked?” Harry calls, and he’s really starting to piss me off. “Tori, I need you to open the door, please. I’m worried about you.”
“Harry, I…” I pant.
“I’m getting Ali.”
“No, no, Harry, please. I uh, got my period. I have cramps. I was looking for some pills and dropped my phone. Just go back to bed.”
There’s silence, and just when I think he’s gone and I am ready to free fall over the edge, Harry speaks again. “Tor, I’d feel better if you—”
I cut him off, not able to take another moment of this insanity. “For the love of God, Harry, go the fuck to bed.” I really need him to leave so I can wrap this up because the pace Noah is going is torturous.
