She was shivering every now and then, and her hold on my shirt had yet to loosen. Her legs shifted restlessly between mine, and I regretted giving her pants. If I hadn’t, there would be a lot of soft, bare skin pressed against me right now. The thought was more than enough to have everything behind the zipper on my jeans tightening and lengthening to unmistakable proportions. There was no way she could miss that kind of reaction since our most private places were pressed so closely together.
I used the tips of my fingers to toy with the tip of her other breast and watched as indecision played clearly across her face. Ollie obviously liked how I made her feel, but her survival instincts were still raging hard in her dark eyes. She wanted to stay but felt like she should go. It was a good thing I planned on taking the choice out of her shaking hands. Before she could get her bearings, I dropped my mouth over the same eager peak, leaving a damp circle on her shirt as I used my tongue and teeth to torture her nipple.
She gasped loudly, and her back bowed up off the bed. Her eyes finally drifted shut, and I felt the bite of her fingernails in my skin through the fabric of my shirt. Her legs moved involuntarily, and while she was caught up in the initial wave of sensation, I quickly moved my free hand to her midsection. Her skin was soft and warm, and her bellybutton was a cute little indent that my fingers skated over as they swiftly found their way to the waistband of her borrowed pants. It was always sexy when I first explored all those places that were so responsive and sweet. But it was even better when I got to tug my clothes away from her private places no one else was allowed to see, let alone touch.
One of her hands landed on the back of my head, and I felt her fingers fist a handful of my hair. She made a noise that might’ve been a protest—or possibly a promise of retribution—either way, it quickly faded as my fingers dipped lower and my mouth moved with more purpose. I should’ve taken her shirt off before I started to feast on her, but I didn’t want to give her even a moment to think things through. I wanted her as unsteady and unsure as I’d been since she showed up and turned everything upside down.
She didn’t part her legs to give my questing fingers easy access. But it didn’t matter. Her body was honest to a fault, and I could feel the way she got wet and slick to the touch the closer I got to that sweet spot between her legs. She quivered, and I felt her thighs tense as her delicate opening beckoned with welcoming heat.
It was hot.
She was so soft and slippery wet.
There was something about having the actual girl-next-door spread out shamelessly beneath me that made my head spin. She’d followed me everywhere I went, and this didn’t feel that much different. Wherever I touched, wherever I tasted, her body responded as if it were hardwired to react in the most pleasing, desirable way. I’d always wanted to protect her, but now I wanted to devour her as well. She had all my baser instincts firing and pounding through my veins.
Because she kept her legs closed, it wasn’t like I could dive into her heat and lose my head as she melted around my fingers. Instead, I had to skim as I slid my touch along her silky folds, using my thumb to barely dip inside. She shuddered anyway, and I wanted more than anything to know just how fast I could get her off. She acted like she’d never been touched intimately before. Her response was so unfiltered and pure. I didn’t have to guess if she liked what I did to her or how I put my hands on her because she couldn’t hide how she felt.
I finally lifted my head from her breast, taking an inexplicable amount of pleasure in how high and tight her nipple was through her sheer shirt. The material was wet enough, I could see the faint raspberry color, and just like the rest of her, I thought the tint was cute and unique to Ollie.
We stared at each other in strained silence for a long moment. I felt her fingernails dig into my scalp and watched as a million emotions played over her face. It was a toss-up if she would push me away or welcome me in. I thought I might die if she picked the former. I wasn’t sure my dick had ever been this hard or that I’d ever wanted anyone more than I wanted her. I refused to think that my desire might be heightened because I knew she could slip through my fingers at any moment.
Without a word, she suddenly shifted her legs, and my thumb, which had been gently stroking along the slipper seam of her pussy, dipped inside and bumped against her clearly excited clit. We both groaned loudly at the contact, and Ollie’s dark eyes slammed closed in surrender. Her hips lifted off the bed, and I had to undo the fastening on my jeans because it started to feel like my cock was being strangled.
We were both still mostly dressed, and the lights in my room were bright. Somehow both of those things just added to the atmosphere. It was like we were doing something we shouldn’t and didn’t care if we got caught.
I kissed her again, mouth moving hard on hers, and I let my fingers sink all the way into her heat. Her body shuddered, and I growled against her lips at the sensation. So soft. So warm. Every little flutter from inside had me chasing that response with my fingertips. I put my thumb back on her pebbled little clit and started to rub slow, erotic circles that had her entire body moving under mine.
“Huck.”
Lost in a haze of sensation and desire, I wondered why my name sounded so weird when she said it.
“Huck.” I paused abruptly when I realized it wasn’t Ollie crying my name out in pleasure, but rather Vernon saying it through the door in annoyance.
Ollie’s eyes popped open, and a look of sheer terror crossed her face. One of her hands locked around my wrist and tugged on it to remove my hand from her panties. I arched an eyebrow at her as I continued to move my fingers inside of her. She made a high-pitched sound and slammed both her hands over her mouth. She looked like she wanted to kill me, but not before I made her come.
Luckily Vernon was smarter than the average goofy teenager and didn’t burst into my room like usual because I definitely hadn’t locked the door.
“Did you guys find anything weird?” My voice was pretty steady, but I almost moaned out loud when Ollie once again locked her legs closed, only this time, my hand was trapped between them. There was no escape. I stroked her intimately, fingers moving and touching every single part of her I could reach. I never let up the pressure on her clit, watching as her eyes blazed with black fire, and her back arched while she tried to stay quiet. I smiled at her and tried to concentrate on what Vernon was yelling through the door.
“Doesn’t look like there was anyone upstairs, and no spy cameras that I can find. I know someone from one of my classes who can do a more thorough scan. He’s one of those weird conspiracy theory guys who thinks the deep state is watching everything we do through our webcams. I’m going to ask him to come over and check things out just to be sure.”
I grunted as one of Ollie’s legs lifted and her knee brushed against my dick. It wasn’t obvious if she did it on purpose or not, but either way, I increased the pressure on her clit and moved my fingers deliberately in and out of her drenched opening. If Vernon walked in the room, there would be no missing the slick, sexy sounds coming from the bed. I wanted to bury myself inside of her so badly, I could feel it through every pore on my body.
“But…” Vernon paused, and I heard a thump like he knocked his hand against the door. “Did you work on the stairs recently?”