Page 76 of Catching Feeling

I can already feel the flutters of her orgasm coming, her walls beginning to tighten around my fingers. Her hips rock harder and faster as she chases her pleasure unabashedly.

“I—about to… come.” Her head thuds against the wall. “Reese.”

I fuck her harder, increasing my pace. My fingers make a sloppy, wet sound that fills the room as I push two fingers deep and curl them, massaging the spot inside of her that has her thighs clamping around my head and her entire body trembling. She’s about to fall apart when I hear footsteps echoing down the hallway. A click of heels and conversation that is just far

enough away that I can’t make it out.

Fucking Christ. We might actually get caught.

“Come for me now, baby. Right now,” I demand, sucking her clit into my mouth again and letting my teeth graze the bud.

A second later, she shatters, flooding my tongue and fingers with wetness that I greedily lap up. The voices are getting louder, and I realize that there’s a chance they’re going to see me with my tongue buried in her pussy. My dick’s impossibly hard as I lick at her cunt, cleaning her mess up.

“Someone’s coming,” I rasp against her clit, taking one more swipe of it before I pull back and slide my fingers out of her.

She squeaks, “What? Oh my god. Get up here! Hurry up!!”

I quickly lower her leg to the ground, but the heel is caught in the layers of fucking fabric from the dress, and somehow, I’m caught in between it. I try to stand, but it tugs at the front of her dress, almost knocking us both over.

Jesus Christ.

“Reese, what are you doing? You’re going to get us caught!” she whisper-yells as she tugs at the dress at the same time I do, and we’re getting absolutely nowhere.

“I’m trying, woman! This damn dress is caught in your heel.” I’m fumbling around in the near dark, trying to untangle her heel from the fabric.

The voices are outside of the door now, and I can see the silhouette of someone on the other side of the glass. “I’ll grab more cups, and then we can head back.”

Just as the numbers beep on the keypad, I free her foot and all but crawl out from under the goddamn dress. I grab Viv’s hand, and we run for the bathroom, closing the door behind us.

She’s pressed against the wall, chest heaving as the first burst of a giggle falls from her lips, causing me to place my hand over her mouth. My fingers are still wet from being inside of her, and I almost come in my pants when I feel her tongue dart out and swipe along my fingers.

Dirty fucking girl. My dirty girl.

Our eyes lock, and my brow arches, and I’m two seconds away from saying fuck it and fucking her right here on the sink in this bathroom when I hear the door shut outside.

I drop my hand from her mouth, and she rolls those pink lips together. “Well, that was exciting.”

“Yeah, and I need to get you home. Right the fuck now,” I tell her, grabbing her hand. “Let’s go say goodbye to my parents and Rosie, and then we’re going. I’m not nearly finished with you, Vivienne.”

Turns out, my plan to get Viv home and naked is quickly derailed when we join my family at the party. Rosie takes one look at Viv’s flushed cheeks and my disheveled hair and grins, shaking her head.

“You two are so busted,” she whispers to us both, low enough that my parents don’t hear. “Sneaking off for a secret romp. This is romance book coded!”

Viv laughs while I just shake my head. “Anyway. We’re going to head out soon.”

“Uh, no, sir. We haven’t even had the second line yet,” Rosie says. “No way. It’s the best part of the ball—well, aside from the drinks, dancing and beads. Oh! Here are yours for the second line. Hankies too.”

She hands us both purple beads to go around our necks and gold handkerchiefs. We put the beads on, and even though I really fucking want to get Viv home and be alone with her, I also want her to have fun and have the true experience of a Mardi Gras ball, therefore… we’re staying. For now. This is my favorite part, after all. Rosie’s right.

I dip my head to Viv’s ear. “The moment this is over, I’m taking you home.”

She rises on her toes and grasps my jaw as she whispers, “You still have my one and only condition to fulfill tonight, All-Star.”

The heels.

And now I’m imagining her in nothing but those heels as I sink inside of her.

“Fuck, Viv. Don’t make my dick hard in front of my sister,” I groan.

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