Page 198 of Forbidden Lessons

The heat of her body coats my skin like an extra layer of paint as she rolls her hips back and forth.

We start out with an inch, maybe a little more, between our bodies. But by the time the song reaches its crescendo, we’re stuck together like two slices of unwrapped cheese.

And fuck, it feels good.

Like mind blowing, earth shattering good.

My hand is on the small of her back, hers on mine. And we’re both pushing, trying to get our bodies even closer as we writhe against each other.

Haven turns her head back, pressing her other cheek against my chest, her hands skidding up my back, her nails digging in.

Any normal day, my cock would be half-mast already. But molly always gives me stimdick for a few hours, and shit, it sucks.

Seeing Haven in nothing more than body paint and titty pasties should have had me rock hard.

I guess it’s a blessing in disguise. If I had a hard on, would she still be grinding me this hard?

This slow?

Then even slower.

Even harder.

Syncing with the music as the DJ slows it way down to a deep, dirty, delicious bass that pushes the sub woofers to their fucking limits.

I look down, my heart thundering in my chest when she stares up at me with her doe-like eyes.

She’s absolutely shredding her lip.

I tug up the edge of my trash bag and find one of the suckers I stuck behind the elastic of my boxers. I hold it out to her, but she doesn’t even look at it. Her eyes are closed, and she’s just grinding my leg like?—

Is she trying to come?

I laugh, because JesusfuckingChrist. I rip the plastic cover off the sucker and brush it against her lips until she opens her eyes and looks at me.

She reluctantly opens her mouth, but then shudders and turns away when I try to slip the sucker inside.

Fuck. The second I try to speak to her, this is all over. She’ll know it’s me and I’m pretty sure she’ll tell me to go fuck myself with a broom handle. Might even offer to help.

Why doesn’t she want the sucker? I shove the candy through my mask’s mouth hole, my entire body tensing as its sweetness coats my tongue.

Maybe she’s forgotten to drink water in a while. I do that sometimes, then my mouth is dry as the fucking Sahara and?—

She’s complacent as a little lamb when I grasp her chin and lift her head up. Her eyelashes flutter, wide eyes going in and out of focus as she tries to look up at me.

I slide my thumb between her lips.

Jesus, that’s dry. No wonder she couldn’t handle the sucker.

She tries to spit me out, grabbing my wrist, but I yank free and untangle our legs as quickly as I can without sending either of us to the ground.

Look at her little feet. They’re covered in dirt.

I spot Melissa, and then see she’s holding a bottle of water.

She starts when I pluck it out of her hand and gives me the same blackout as Haven. “What?” She pulls at the water. “No. Mine.”

I hike my thumb over my shoulder. “Yourfriendneeds it more.”

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