Page 67 of Undressed In The Crease

Convenient?I cringe.

“Not with you!” He backtracks.

He must’ve seen the crease form in my brows when he said that. I don’t like being something that’sconvenientfor him.

“With her, it’s more of a convenient thing, but I crave you.” He lifts up the hem of my shirt, or rather his shirt, and runs his thumb along my slit. “I’ve been craving this all week.”

Damn him.

It’s hard to get upset when he’s so damn good at turning me on. I hate that it’s so easy for him.

“All week huh?” I’m trying to distract myself from moaning and being too obvious.

I don’t want him to know that he has me. But right now, he’s massaging me in all the right places.

Fuck he has me. No matter what he says, I crumble.

My will folds and I’m his.

“Do you know how many times I’ve come by to see you?” He asks, stopping his pursuit of turning me on and distracting me.

I laugh. I know about each time. Lydia was upset that he was disrupting pledge week.

“Oh! So, you’ve been just ignoring my messages.” He reads right through my silence.

I tighten my lips trying not to laugh.

I honestly thought the pledges and the rest of my house would scare him away. We don’t do the traditional pledge week stuff, and Lydia had this grand idea of making our activities movie themed.

Hate to hand it to her but it was fun.

“Wow! I see how it is!” Nick jumps up and straddles himself over me. “I can’t believe it. First, you turned me down when I dropped you off, and then you ignored my messages.”

He lifts up my shirt and starts tickling me.

“What are you—“ I can’t get the words out between fits of laughter. “Oh my god, stop!” I cry out trying to turn out from under him, but he’s too strong.

“Nick stop! I can’t—” His tickling is causing me to lose air.

He stops suddenly and lifts the shirt up over my head. Before it’s even off my arms his lips are on mine. His tongue parts them brusquely, opening me up for him.

He does the same slow descent I had done earlier while holding my hands on either side of my head.

I thought he’d stop at my breasts sucking and nibbling on the opposite nipple since the one he focused on earlier is a slight tinge of purple.

“Keep these here.” He looks at me like he’s ready to devour his breakfast and squeezes my hands tight before letting go.

His one hand drops down to my slit as he massages my clit with his thumb. The other hand lightly rubs my breasts switching from one to the other as he continues his trail with his mouth down past my navel.

I keep my wrists pressed against my pillow as he instructed, then my back begins to arch and my breath quickens.

I close my eyes when I feel his hand move from between my legs and press firmly against my thigh. He leans against my other thigh, opening my legs wider. His lips and tongue move across them.

His hot breath against my center sends a shock up through my spine causing my back to arch more and a moan to escape my lips.

“Fuck, Lenny I haven’t even started yet,” Nick whispers, right before his tongue moves up my slit finding my clit with a flick.

“Oh god.” I moan.

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