Page 48 of Hide and Sneak
She grasps my shoulders when I pin her to the wall, as deep inside her as I can go. “Does that feel soft to you?” I nip at her ear. “You started this. Now you’re going to pay in orgasms.”
Her lips tilt up. “You understand that’s not a threat, right?”
She isn’t singing the same tune hours and countless orgasms later. “Come,” she orders me, and I pause.
“Are you getting sore?”
“No, but I can’t come again.”
There’s nothing I love more than a challenge. I’m determined to get one more from her before I finish. I pull out, stack my pillows at the edge of the bed and bend her over them. Her feet dangle above the floor. The sight is something I’ll never wipe from my memory, her ass in the air, waiting for me.
There are no more rough thrusts. I slide inside her, both of us groaning when I’m all the way in. I’m not going to last much longer. But I know what she liked last time and I’m going to take it a little further.
My voice is as calm as my leisurely strokes. “You can come again. I’ll show you.” She stiffens when I run the tip of my thumb over her asshole. “I’ve got you.” Slowly she relaxes as I take my time, rubbing and pressing while I fuck her. The way she melts, her pussy growing wetter, she loves this. The thought of claiming her ass almost makes me come and I have to distract myself.
Not this time, but soon. She doesn’t look back when I reach over to get a small amount of lube. I slowly push my thumb into her ass and bury my cock, pausing to let her feel it all.
“Oh god,” she whimpers. I feel those telltale little spasms grabbing at me and nearly lose control. Gritting my teeth, I continue. Her whimpers and drawn out moans spur me on.
My deep, slow strokes are accompanied by my thumb working in and out. She’s so close. I’m so fucking close. I lean over to growl in her ear. “Are you going to come again or do I need to put my cock in your tight ass?”
Her hands fist the sheets as her entire body jerks. “Oh!” The scream that follows is glorious, almost as satisfying as the surprise I heard in that littleoh. This one caught her off guard.
Her scream does it for me, and I slam into her, coming so hard I barely manage to stay on my feet. Once I’ve regained my senses, I see Lila has crawled up to lie in my bed. She’s on her back with the sheet pulled up over her breasts and she doesn’t move when I lie down beside her. For a few minutes, we rest there, catching our breath.
Finally, I break the silence. “Where’s my sticker?” I tease, rolling over and propping my head on my hand to look at her.
“Who said you did a good job?”
“You screamed.”
“I thought I saw a mouse.”
My laugh makes her smile. She’s so gorgeous when she smiles. Especially with her cheeks all pink and her hair mussed. I’m glad to see her relaxed and not running away like last time.
“Are you going to avoid me again?”
She turns her head to look at the ceiling with a sigh. “No, I’m not. You give good orgasms. We don’t have to make a big deal out of it.”
“You say the most romantic things.”
With a snort, she throws her arm over her eyes. “The next few months are going to be stressful and a ton of work. Sex is a great tension reliever and I’d rather not waste time trying to find some guy at the bar or something. If we both want it, why not? I’m tired of doing everything the responsible way and having things go wrong anyway. If this is who I’m going to be now, an unemployed woman betting everything on one opportunity, then I’m embracing it. Fuck it. If I can take that risk, why can’t I get some off limits dick?”
“Let me get this straight. You want to treat me like a piece of meat and use me for stress relieving orgasms?”
She moves her arm off her face and glances over at me. “Is that a problem?”
“God, no. Consider me your emotional support penis.”
Chuckling, she sits up and starts getting dressed. “We need to keep it between us. Obviously.”
Right. Amos. I totally forgot. I’m fucking my best friend’s little sister. Is that something I can live with? Lila stands up, and I watch her pull her panties over her plump little ass. Yeah, I can live with it.
“Will you hand me that pen on my dresser?” I ask, grabbing the notebook from my nightstand.
“What is that about?” she asks after I add a tally mark to the page. Her brows furrow and the little line appears between them. “Are you adding me to some sex list? Like a notch on the headboard?”
Sort of, but not exactly. “No. I’m keeping track of how many times I get off. Thirty before I go back to the doctor, remember? This works out for both of us. You get your stress relief from the best lover you’ve ever had, and I get a beautiful woman who fucks me like my dick owes her something. Plus I get my cumbers up.”
