Page 128 of Tricky Girls

Howwouldshe react? Well, she’d eventually want to join in. I know that much. Wouldn’t be the first time they’ve shared a girl between them.

A vision of that sends a bolt to my clit. I gasp the next time Elly’s pussy meets mine. She responds by speeding up her thrusts, her breathing fast against my mouth.

‘Fuck, I can come doing this,’ she breathes. ‘I need to slow down.’

Before I can protest, she rolls off me. She spreads her arms out as she catches her breath, one laying heavily over me.

‘This is getting harder,’ I admit.

I’m back to staring at the ceiling, my mind torn in two. Only it’s trickier with Elly right here.

She scrubs a hand over her face. ‘You’re telling me.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Hey, donotapologise. Babe, I’m honoured just to get this much. Every time you kiss me I feel like I’ve won the lottery.’

I purse my lips to hide my grin. I take hold of her arm, stroking it up and down. ‘That’s super cute.’

We’re quiet for a few minutes, listening to our breathing level out.

‘Hey,’ she says after a moment, her voice husky. ‘I know something we can do that will help.’

‘What?’

Taking my hand, she puts it over my pussy. Then she does the same with herself, watching me for my reaction.

Gazes locked, I slowly dip my hand inside my shorts, inching lower and lower until I reach my clit. With a sigh, I close my eyes.

Judging by the rustling to my left, Elly’s just done the same. When I next open my eyes, it’s to her staring at me. She watches my face before looking down. With her legs, she kicks back the quilt, baring us to each other.

I should feel shy but I’msowet. I just keep my hand moving, rubbing my clit at a steady pace.

‘That’s so hot,’ Elly gasps, squeezing her eyes tight. Her hand’s moving too, bunching beneath her pyjama bottoms. I watch it curiously, trying to match my rhythm to hers.

I raise my knees as the pleasure rises, able to reach my wetness better this way. Elly grabs the leg closest to her and pushes it back down. I smile. I must have been blocking her view.

I look back into her eyes, turned on by the smokiness in them. Her lips are parted, mine are too, and there’s a flush in her cheeks I can see even in the lamplight.

She lets out a gasping groan, breaking eye contact to look back at her hand. She must be getting closer. The thought spurs me on. I move my hand quicker, dipping down to play with my entrance. I tease myself, going knuckle deep before returning to my clit. The thought of plunging into myself in front of Elly seems so wanton.

On my next pass, I do it anyway.

I moan quietly, briefly closing my eyes.

Elly snaps her head to me. She looks down. ‘Are you inside yourself?’

‘Am now,’ I whisper, thrusting in and out as much as my pyjama shorts allow.

Elly groans. ‘Fuck, I can hear you.’

I overplay it, increasing the wet noises just to hear her groan again. God, that’s a hot sound. It makes me wonder how she’d be if we were in bed properly, with no one to hear us. Would she be loud? Would she groan like a guy or moan like me?

‘Are you getting close?’

‘I’m right on the edge,’ I breathe.

She arches her neck, speeding up. ‘Me too.’

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