Page 27 of Because of Me

“Shh,” I whisper in her ear as I try to remove my hand from her grip again. My other arm is trapped underneath her head, and without them, I can’t shift my body away from hers, even if I wanted to.

With a heavy exhale Amira rocks her hips back into me again. The satin fabric of her pyjama shorts shifts until all that’s between us is my underwear.

I groan, realising she did not wear panties under those incredibly small shorts. The long baggy jumper she had on when she changed last night hid that mind-numbing fact, and I’m glad it did, or I never would have been able to sleep. This morning not only is she not wearing underwear, but she is soaking. It seeps through my boxers, warming my cock and spreading electricity through my veins. My breath hitches and I know this is a gross invasion of her privacy. She can’t consent to anything when she is half asleep and based on how she reacted last night, I’m not sure she would consent to it if she were awake.

I suck in a breath and roll my lower half away as best I can.

“Noah,” she moans. “Come back.”

I freeze, my heart racing and my core throbbing. My dick aches to be back between her legs.

“Are you awake?”

“Would I do this if I wasn’t?” She pulls my hand below her waist, and runs our fingers through her folds.

My eyes roll into my head and I buck my hips into her involuntarily. “You’re fucking soaked, Cupcake.”

With her fingers over mine, Amira guides me to her clit, circling around the sensitive bud. Her head tips back against my chest. “Don’t stop,” she moans. “Don’t go. Don’t think.”

I couldn’t have even if I tried. Every notion of why we shouldn’t be doing this has been obliterated from living memory. My balls ache with need and I grind myself against her ass, pushing my bulging cock between her cheeks. The thin fabric of my underwear is too thick, too much, but I couldn’t move my fingers away to pull them down even if I wanted to. Fuck the rules. Amira told me not to stop, so I won’t.

She guides my fingers lower, pushing one of mine and one of hers into her entrance. With our fingers buried inside her pussy, she grinds against our hands. Her breaths turn heavy, and I match each pant with my own.

“You love this, don’t you Cupcake? Using my body to get off,” I whisper in her ear between bated breaths and aching thrusts. My finger in her pussy, my dick buried between her ass cheeks, my face nestled against her hair. I can feel my pleasure growing until I fear I might combust.

In response, Amira pulls her finger out only to replace it with another of mine. She drives her hips forward, searching for more. I curl my fingers, and she moans as I reach a spot deep inside her.

“Use me, Cupcake. I’m all yours.”

Her legs begin to shake, clenching around my hand. The movement sends shockwaves through me and my balls draw up with pressure.

“N-Noah,” Amira sighs as she falls over a peak.

And I follow her off the mountain. My dick throbs with pleasure as my orgasm hits me and I spill into my underwear. Amira holds my hand inside her, and I stroke her inner walls as she comes down from her own high. When she frees her grip on my hand, I pull out slowly but keep my arm draped over her body.

We lay in silence while we catch our breaths, but my mind races with what now and what next. The blurry line has all but faded away and the rules I made up for us have scrambled into an incoherent mess of letters.

“Cupcake,” I whisper.

“I hate that.”

I smile into her hair. She says she hates it, but I saw the subtle ways her eyes lit up when I first said it. And now I’ve felt the way her heart races beneath my arm.

“Should we—”

“Not yet,” she cuts me off. “I don’t want to face reality yet.”

I was going to ask her what reality looks like now, but I’ll settle for spending a few more moments with my arms wrapped around her. Only a few though, because I need to clean up, and we both have to get to work.

With a groan, I peel myself away from Amira and head to the bathroom. I find two clean face towels under the sink, and warm them up under the tap.

“Here,” I say as I pass one to Amira, who’s rolled onto her back in the middle of the bed. The blankets are at her feet, and her shorts are pushed to the side revealing a glint of soaking pink flesh. My chest pulls towards her, and my cock all but springs to life again.

Now I’ve felt her, now I know how she sounds when she moans my name, I’m desperate for it all again. All of it and more.

She takes the cloth and sits up, but instead of wiping herself clean, she presses the hot towel to her face. My cum is turning sticky inside my boxers, but I crawl between her legs and place my hands on her knees. My eyes are fixed on her glistening pussy underneath her shorts.

“Okay?” I ask, tearing my gaze up to her face. Still hidden by the towel, she nods her head.

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