Page 65 of Bump and Run

I reach for it, curious to know what she brought with her and what dirty things I can do to her with it.

She withdraws a book from the bag. “Page ninety-seven.”

I blink with confusion as she tosses it at me but I do as she asks. “Okay…”

“Read Danny’s lines.”

My tongue twitches with disappointment. “What is this?”

“I help you study geometry and you help me memorize my lines,” she explains.

I glance at the book and chuckle. “This wasn’t really what I had in mind…”

“I know,” she grins, “but you said you’d do whatever I wanted and this qualifies.”

“Does it, though…?”

“Yes.”She sits back against the headboard, staring at me with expectation. “I’m waiting, Danny.”

I sigh and look at the script, finding Danny’s first line at the top of the page. “If this is right, then why does it feel so wrong?”

She smiles at my stiff delivery but swings into her character. “It feels wrong because we don’t know any better,” she recites from memory. “You just need a little time to think about it like I have.”

“Nora, I don’t give a good goddamn what your head thinks.” I furrow my brow. “All I care about is what that beautiful heart of yours feels—” I drop the script. “This is stupid.”

“You said you’d do anything…”

“No, I mean… these lines. No one talks like this.”

“I asked you to read, not to think.”

“I don’t want to do either one right now,” I hint, tossing the script off the bed.

She lunges forward, wincing as it slides along the floor. “That’s my only copy—”

I grab her arm and pull her towards me. “Right now, I’d rather be moaning or grunting or tasting — none of which require reading or thinking.”

She winks. “Maybe a little thinking.”

“I beg to differ, Ellie,” I say, sliding down her body. “I can do some very good things to you without even thinking about it.”

I lick her sweet folds and her thighs twitch against my shoulders. She moans softly, her breaths growing more powerful with each lap I give her clit. I focus on it, drawing circles around it and adding pressure in all the right places until she’s squirming beneath me.

My mouth waters with every taste and I immerse myself in her, not caring how much of a mess she makes on my face. I reach up her body to squeeze her breasts and her hips buck and grind on me.

Eliza grabs my hair and digs her nails into my scalp. “Stick a finger in me,” she moans.

I do as she pleases, sliding my digit inside until I can’t anymore. She writhes against my hand, trembling wildly as I fuck her with it.

Her back arches and she moans at the ceiling as she comes. Every piece of her quakes under me and I can’t help but laugh with her ecstasy. Her moans squeak from her little throat, an adorable change from her usual deep, feminine tone.

Slowly she relaxes, gently twitching every few seconds as I kiss up to her neck.

She opens her eyes and slight panic crosses her face. “Oh, my god…” she deflates, staring at my bedside clock. “My father’s gonna kill me.”

“He gives you a curfew?”

“It’s suggested,” she sighs. “But still, I’d rather not…”

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