Page 85 of I Blame the Rival

I close my eyes against her damp skin, breathing in the floral scent of the leftover shampoo. It takes a while for me to catch my breath, but it's worth it to see the smile waiting for me.

“How were my shower skills?”

She’s looking at me with those playful eyes and I can’t look away.

“Excellent. Would come back again.”

“Glad to be of service.”

She’s still smiling when I take her hand and pull her under the stream of water. Gently washing her stomach clean of my seed, I let my fingers drift up and brush the hard peaks of her nipples.

Her breath catches, “We should probably get out. There will be no more hot water soon.”

“We will. There’s just one more thing I want to do.”

Lacey arches her back in response to my touch, pressing her small breasts into my hands. I toy with the pink buds before sinking to my knees.

She looks down at me with a frown, “You just ate me out half an hour ago.”

“I sure did. Can you open for me?”

By the time I have Lacey’s leg thrown over my shoulder, she’s gripping my hair and letting out quiet moans that has a smile spreading across my face. My flower deserves to be worshipped every minute of every day, without exception.

And maybe I deserve to be the one who gives it to her.

“Harder baby! Hit me harder.”

The shout of ecstasy has me blinking as I open my eyes. An unfamiliar ceiling stares back at me, the warmth of Lacey’s body pressing against my right side.

An exaggerated moan fills the room and a smothered giggle hits my ear. Rolling over, I turn and see Lacey covering her mouth with her hand. Her laughing eyes meet mine just as a loud smack echoes through the wall beside us.

I had heard Taber University’s residence buildings were on the cheaper side, but this really puts things into perspective.

Another smack sounds through the wall and I wince.

“Sounds like it’s going well.”

Lacey bursts out laughing, “I should have warned you. Sunday mornings are louder than most.”

“This happens more than once a week?”

“Yeah. I tried wearing earplugs at the start of the semester but they were too uncomfortable. It’s mostly background noise for me by this point.”

Loud grunts start up on the other side of the wall and Lacey blushes, “Well, not all of it is background noise.”

We fall silent, staring at each other while the sex marathon continues one wall over. Lacey’s face is flushed and sleepy and it’s easily the prettiest thing I have ever seen.

Reaching out, I touch the freckles lining her nose, lightly connecting them all with my fingers. She scrunches her nose, trying to impair my progress, but I manage to sneak past the crinkles and mark every brown dot.

Lacey shifts closer, sliding her leg between mine and bringing our bodies that much closer. I savour the sensation of having her skin pressed against mine, knowing for a fact this is the only slice of heaven I will ever get to experience.

“Is that what sex normally sounds like?” She frowns, “That may be a silly question.”

“It’s not a silly question. Every person has their own preferences, as do every couple, so it’s hard to say. Some positions can be louder than others, and if you bring props like whips and stuff, that will also change things.”

Her eyes go wide, “Have you ever whipped someone?”

“No. I don’t find pleasure through my partner’s pain.” I chew my lip, debating how much to share, “I’ve never been in a long-term relationship, so I haven’t gotten the chance to branch out much.”

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