Page 55 of I Blame the Rival

Easy for her to say.

I’m about to ask her something else when she takes my hand and moves it lower. My eyes go wide when she presses it against her pussy.

“I want you to touch me right here.” She pushes my hand hard against her core, the material of her leggings doing a poor job of hiding her heat.

A strangled sound escapes me when I feel the dampness leaking through the material, suggesting her panties are either completely soaked or she’s not wearing any at all.

I lied when I said I was ready for this.

Lacey bites her lip, her cheeks flushed when she looks at me from beneath her lashes, “Do you think you could do that for me?”

I’m having a hard time thinking between the blood rushing to my dick and the barely covered wet pussy pressing against my hand. My other hand is still intertwined with hers, and the amount of pressure she’s using to squeeze my fingers tells me just how nervous she is.

“Yeah.” I swallow, “I can do that for you.”

Pressing my middle finger down, I slide it up until I hit the swollen bump of her clit. It’s hard to tell through the leggings, but the gasp Lacey lets out helps to confirm I found it. Rubbing it gently, I slowly piece together what my flower likes from the sound of her moans and the flex of her legs.

“More pressure, Skylar.”

Bucking against my hand, she uses her own hand to grind my fingers harder into her. Our current position makes the angle too awkward to properly press into her, so I quickly extract my hand.

A frustrated yelp escapes her, “What are you doing?”

Rolling onto my side, I grab her hips and pull her flush against me. My right hand is completely trapped under Lacey’s body, but it leaves my left one free to slide between her legs.

I’ve always been ambidextrous, but I’ve never considered it to be a life skill until this moment.

“Oh.”

Her legs spread wider as I start the friction back up, pressing and rubbing her clit until Lacey’s head falls back against my shoulder. Her ass grinds back against me on every stroke, and it takes every ounce of will power not to grind against her.

“You’re doing so good, Flower.” I murmur the words into her ear before increasing the pace. Lacey lets out a quiet moan, and my will power breaks in half.

Thrusting forward, my tented jeans meet the backward momentum of her ass, and she freezes against me.

Oh fuck.

I’m about to throw myself off the bed when she grabs my hand, “Do that again.”

My hips follow her command before I can even process what she said. I press into her, using my fingers to stroke her clit while I grind against her from behind.

It doesn’t take long for my slow pace to speed up, the friction of Lacey’s pussy against my hand and her ass against my dick pushing me close to the edge.

“Tell me what you need.” Gritting my teeth, I’m trying to fight back the fast approaching release. Lacey’s breathing is fast and uneven, her hips bucking against mine.

“Can you say it?”

I groan when her ass cheeks push hard against my dick.

“What am I saying?”

A flush creeps up Lacey’s neck and I don’t think before I lean forward and lick it. She gasps, pressing against me harder still and grabbing my hand.

“My name. The one you call me.”

Looming orgasm momentarily forgotten, a giant smile spreads across my face when I realize what she’s asking for.

“Anything for you, Flower.”

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