Page 31 of Vying Girls
But what about love?
‘Think it’s time you were a bit more selfish, though.’
I smirk, liking the sound of that. ‘You do, do you?’
‘Mm-hm.’ She leans back on her elbows. ‘You can start with that thing between your legs.’
‘Here.’ Picking up my fleece, I hand it to her. ‘Lean on this. Don’t want you grazing your elbows.’
Tilda smiles, face all soft as she places it down.
‘Ready.’
Feels like a crime rolling those knickers down her thighs, but I get it done. It’s not completely dark out yet and she’s perfect in the dusky light, like a succubus at the top of the tower, the secret wife in the attic.
‘Can’t fucking breathe,’ I murmur.
Tilda chuckles. Lifting a foot, she nudges my groin. ‘Hard yet?’
‘Quit the straight girl talk.’
She laughs louder. ‘Give over. I know you love it really.’
‘Maybe. But call me Daddy and I’m out of here.’
‘Deal. I’ll reserve that for Haz.’
Don’t want to be thinking of Haz right now. When I’ve got Tilda all to myself, I make the most of it.
When I make to pull down my trousers, she stops me.
‘Wait. Just pull them under.’
Unsure what she means, I lower them slowly until she tells me to stop, the waistband bunched at the top of my thighs.
‘Now take it out.’
Stifling a smirk, I do as she says.
‘Perfect.’ She runs her eyes over the dildo, hanging over the tops of my boxers and trousers. ‘There’s something about having sex with clothes on that just gets me—ugh.’
I shake my head. ‘I am learning so much about you tonight.’
‘I’m learning that we talk too much. Should probably get on if we don’t want to be caught.’
I take her lips with mine, my heart doing a little flip. I love it when she wants me. Love it when she lets me know.
I trail my fingers down to her clit, finding her wet and almost ready. Almost—because I’m not slacking on foreplay, no matter how rushed the circumstances.
She moans into my mouth, fingers tugging my hair. If she carries on like that, there’ll be no mistaking what we’ve been up to up here.
I enter her with two fingers, readying her for my strap. It’s the wide one she likes, the one I worried would be too big for her at first. Should have known not to underestimate her.
‘You are ready, aren’t you?’
‘Told you. Put it in, please.’
I remove my fingers with a smirk. Positioning the dildo, I enter her without further teasing.
