Page 146 of Tricky Girls

My body responds quicker with my hands incapacitated. I try not to move at all, my attention focused solely on the trail Elly follows with her mouth, her hands skimming up and down my body. I shiver, both from her touch and the cool air.

I try to anticipate her entering me, stretching me with three of her fingers, stopping every so often to rub the heel of her hand against my clit. She touches me so good, her own enjoyment,so evident in her gasps and groans, driving me ever higher. As much as I lose myself to her touch, I watch as well, making sequences in my own mind of what I’ll do when I finally touch her. Would she like everything she does to me? Is she showing me without words what she wants me to do?

She rises up again, resting half her weight on me as one of her hands disappears between my legs. She finds my clit, still so sensitive from my first two orgasms.

‘Fuck,’ I groan, bending my free leg as high as it will go. ‘Please go inside me.’

She rests her forehead against mine as she pushes inside. She gasps at the same time I do. ‘I love this,’ she whispers. Curling her fingers, she flutters them against me.

I grip the headboard tighter, resisting the urge to wrap my arms around her, pulling her deeper into my body.

‘I can already feel you clenching.’

I love that she talks too. That’s certainly something I’veneverexperienced before. Tommy’s the only chatty guy I’ve had in my bed, a thought that almost makes me snort despite Elly being three fingers deep.

She pauses to massage my clit with her palm, the rapid action only making me clench harder. I bite my lip, readjusting my hands where they slide on the metal.

‘Don’t you let go,’ she warns.

‘I’m not.Don’t you stop.’

Elly sighs, resting her forehead on mine again. ‘Tilda, I could do this for-fucking-ever.’

My breath releases as I begin to come, my stomach muscles tightening, my hips rising.

I look into Elly’s eyes. She looks back, her gaze coaxing.

‘Come on.’ Her whole body jiggles with the speed of her thrusts. ‘Let me feel you.’

I tip my head back, mouth opening—

‘Yo, Elly.’ A rap of knuckles comes to the door.

Elly stops.

As does my heart.

‘Did you lock the door?’ I hiss.

She shakes her head, clearly unable to remember. I can’t either which means we probably didn’t.

Haz knocks harder.

I only wait another beat before diving from under Elly and tumbling off the side of the bed. Elly looms over, body shaking with silent laughter as she watches me flail on the ground.

‘One second, mate,’ she calls out, still grinning down at me. ‘Got my tits out.’

I lie on the floor as Elly throws on a t-shirt and answers the door. There’s so much shit under her bed I can barely see their feet on the other side. They’re talking but my heart’s beating too fast to hear what they’re saying. Doesn’t seem to be any suspicion in Haz’s voice. I’m starting to think she really is just remarkably oblivious. This is, what, the third time she’s basically caught us in the act? It’s made us reckless, like we’re egging her on to discover us. Maybe Elly is. MaybeIam. It’s not like she’ll behead us for it, is it? At least not in a way she can’t reattach them afterwards.

It’s chilly on the floor. I idly scan my eyes over the contents under the bed, listening for any strain in Elly’s voice as she speaks. She has to be wetter than me at this point. I don’t know how she hacks it. I don’t think I could give someone two-almost-three orgasms without a single one for myself.

My eyes snag on something that almost makes me snort aloud. It’s a dildo, still tangled up in its straps. It’s flesh coloured like the one Haz owns. Maybe a little bigger, the width of the three fingers that had just been inside me. My pussy’s still throbbing, denied as I was of my orgasm. I carefully trace my clit with twofingers, imagining that strap inside me, thrusting as Elly had been.

I hear the door close, the distinct snick of the lock, then Elly’s looming over me again.

‘All good down there?’ She holds out a hand to help me up.

Reaching under the bed, I pull out the dildo, shaking it free of the straps. ‘Use this on me?’

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