“So, we all have to suffer?” I grumble.
Fingers find me under the covers, caressing me between my legs, and I suck in a breath, slapping Liv’s hand away and glaring at her.
She grins that grin that always reminds me I’m not the one in control. Not really.
“You’re so wet.” Her self-satisfied whisper is barely audible.
I can feel it. God, I’m far from satisfied. Now I’m pissed.
Krisjen sticks her feet into her Vans, loose hair frizzing around the messy bun on top of her head as she takes her phone and wallet. She crosses her arms over her chest and yawns again. “Going down to the Starbucks,” she says, making her way to the door. “I want the shower when I get back.”
Liv slips her finger into her mouth, and I watch her as she wets it and slides it back down under the covers, fingering my cunt.
I grab her hand, wanting to stop her, but she holds my eyes, and all I want in the world is to climb on and finish her.
I hug the covers to my neck, my legs intertwining with hers in the dark room, and I ball my fists to keep from reaching for her.
“You’re not getting away from me,” she mouths so softly only I can hear. “Because as soon as the lights come on, you’ll be Bitchie Cunterson again and clutch your pearls like I’m the one who’s corrupting you, and then you’ll go sleep with the dick just to prove you don’t like this.”
I lick my lips, tasting the beads of sweat as she swirls circles, rubbing so soft and gentle between my legs. My eyelids flutter.
“Cinnamon soy latte,” I gasp out to Krisjen. “Liv wants black.”
“A-ffirmative.”
Maybe if we give her a big enough order, she’ll take Amy with her.
But then Amy shouts out, “And a chai tea latte! One pump of vanilla, one pump of hazelnut! And a croissant!”
“Jesus Christ,” Krisjen barks. “I’m not y’all’s damn waitress.”
The door slams shut as she leaves without Amy. I’m about to scream, but then Amy hops out of bed. “I’m taking the shower first,” she says.
She walks past the bed, the lights still off, and disappears into the bathroom. The light pops on and dims again when she closes the door.
I exhale. “That was close.”
And without a moment to lose, Liv dives in and I grab her, taking her in my arms. “You should come over to the swamp tonight,” she whispers. “No one will stop us.”
“I can’t wait until then.” I’m in pain. I push her over, climb on top of her, and throw her hands up over her head, pinning them to the bed. “You’re mine, Jaeger.” I kiss her, sinking my mouth into hers, strong and hard, her hot tongue sliding into my mouth. “Mine.”
Releasing her hands, I slip down, cupping both of her breasts and move my mouth from one to the other, the feel of her flesh lighting a fire under my skin. Fuck, yes.
She fists my hair, holding me to her, and as soon as we hear the shower turn on, she pushes me up, fists my panties, and rips them off my body. The fabric screams, and I barely have time to appreciate how her eyes heat up, taking in my body before I can’t take it anymore.
I come down on top of her. “What do I do?” I ask.
“You know what to do.”
I know what feels good. The warmth between her legs hits my groin, her thin strip of hair electrifying every nerve between my thighs. I’m bare, but I love that she’s not. It feels so fucking good.
I bend my left knee at her side and slip my right one under her leg, opening her up. She reaches down, gripping my ass and nestling her center to mine. I close my eyes, tip my head back, and moan, hesitating all of half a second before I growl and press my chest to hers, grinding.
I roll my hips, thrusting myself into her again and again, faster and faster, our clits rolling over each other in agonizing, sweet little circles as sweat covers my back. A groan fills my body, the friction so fucking good.
“Clay…”
But I grab her jaw, pinching it tight as I whisper against her cheek. “Shhh.” I watch the ecstasy on her face. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. Whenever I want. You’re my fucking girl.”
Rolling my ass, I fuck her, her tits sticking to mine as the sweat from her stomach warms me, and my hips piston faster, needing more.
Our wet heat mixes, and static fills my head. I can’t think. We grind, fucking and speeding up the pace, her clit rubbing mine.
“Ugh,” I pant, kissing her hard as the sheet falls down, baring us to anyone who walks in.
My orgasm builds as I thrust harder and faster in her hands, her hands grip my ass and pull me into her. I lean back, sitting up, and she rises, sinking her mouth in to suck on one of my tits.