Page 65 of We Are the Stars

“Point?”

“There is none.”

I capture her lips again. We move together in sync, fully clothed, kissing until our lips are completely numb.

I snake a hand up her shirt, palming her breasts and playing my thumbs against her nipples, but don’t go any further.

To my surprise, Elliott takes the initiative by plunging her hand down my shorts.

“You lied.” She bats her lashes innocently before saying, “It’sat leastfive inches.”

I laugh and cover her mouth with mine again. She circles my length and lazily strokes me. Every time she moves her hand, I will myself to not explode. I haven’t done anything like this in two years, and even then, I was stillextremelynew to all of it.

Gaining courage, I continue to stroke her nipple while moving my hand down past where she’s working me over, straight to her center, which has been riding my thigh for the past several minutes. She gasps when I connect with her sweet spot through her thin black leggings.

Thank you, leggings.

“Elliott, this is gonna get messy,” I warn as her strokes get faster.

“I don’t care. It’s not my bed.”

I try to laugh at her joke but it comes out a moan. I teeter on the edge of bliss, and if her breathing is any indication, she’s right there with me as I continue to move my fingers in circles over the spot making her moan.

Stroke, rub. Stroke, rub.

“Holy shit,” she whimpers.

“I know. Tighten your hand just the slightest.”

She does and I know I’m done for.

Stroke, rub. Stroke, rub.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Breakfast is done!”

“I’M NOT!” Elliott calls back.

It takes a second, and then I hear hysterical laughter float through the door.

“Carry on then!” Nate hollers.

We resume our ministrations like the interruption never happened. It takes no more than three strokes before we’re both straining and sighing in relief.

“That was…”

“Yeah,” I supply.

“I think I need to go wash my hand.”

“I can feel your wetness through your leggings.”

“How can something that sounds so gross feel so good?”

“Magic?”

She shakes her head and lies down on top of me, her ear resting over my heart. I wrap my arms around her, not caring about the mess settling between us right now.

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