"I can't sleep," she said, eyes cutting to me, looking heavy-lidded from either exhaustion or crying. Or both. There were circles under her eyes, and she'd added another layer of clothing on.
Was she just cold because she hadn't slept well, or was she trying to hide? Trying to mask her body? Not wanting anyone to look at it after... whatever happened?
"Okay," I said, moving to sit up. "What are you doing?" I asked, rubbing at my eyes, waiting for them to acclimate.
"Taking out the TV," she said, and sure enough, the TV was out of the box, still sitting on the floor with the styrofoam attached to the sides, and the manual and remote in a bag beside it.
"Want some help?" I asked.
"Getting it out of the box was the hard part," she declared, barely paying me any attention.
"Alright. How about some coffee then?" I asked. "I'll make a pot, then clean up my bed," I told her.
My motives were selfish. There wasn't a single doubt about that. I would get her coffee going while she fiddled around with the TV settings. And then I would drag my air mattress back into the bedroom like we'd agreed.
The bedroom where Shy was now alone.
"Okay," she agreed, but I got the distinct feeling that she was barely even aware I was there. She was lost in her own little hyper-focused world.
"Okay," I agreed, climbing awkwardly off the floor, pretending to ignore all the random aches and pains that came with sleeping on a bed full of air past the age of twenty. I put on the pot of coffee, then tucked the pillows under my arms, and turned the air mattress onto its side to start sliding across the floor. "I'll be right back," I told Belle, but she didn't respond, didn't even seem to hear me as she fixated on the instruction manual in front of her like it held all the secrets to the universe.
"Did I kick you off the bed again?" Shy asked, half awake from the bed, eyes still closed.
"Not me, no," I said, watching as she jolted fully awake, eyes wide.
"Oh, hey. Is something... where's Belle?" she asked as I moved inside, closing the door, and putting the air mattress against the wall.
"Setting up the TV. She couldn't sleep. Didn't give a reason," I added, making my way toward the bed.
"What are you doing?" she asked, rolling onto her back to watch me as I got to the side of the bed, looking down at her as I reached for the covers, pulling them down to expose her body. I watched as the cool air made her nipples harden abasing the thin fabric of her tee.
My hand moved out, brushing over the swell of her breasts as my thumb started to work soft circles around the hardened peak.
"McCoy," she whispered, eyes already heavy-lidded, lips parted.
"Tell me you don't want to finish what we started, and I'll leave."
"We can't."
"Why not?" I asked, my hand slipping down to slide under her shirt, moving up her belly to continue the exploration of her breast without the barrier.
"Belle," she said, shaking her head.
"Is lost in her own TV world right now," I told her as I put a knee on the bed on the far side of her legs. And when she didn't object, slid the next one between her thighs.
My hand left her breast to brace my weight as I lowered down on top of her, pulling my thigh up between her legs, pressing at the juncture of her thighs, hearing the indrawn breath at the pressure.
"What if she comes in?" Shy asked, but the battle was already half lost because her hands were traveling down my shoulders and back as her hips did little circles against my leg.
"You'll just have to be fast then," I told her, sealing my lips over hers as I pressed my leg more tightly against her, moving it side to side a bit as she writhed, letting her get herself close before I moved my leg away. My lips swallowed the sound of her objection as I rolled off of her and onto my side, pulling up her shirt, and sealing my lips over her nipple.
Shy's back arched off of the mattress and into my mouth as a choked gasp escaped her.
Her hand aimed for my neck, but grabbed one of my dreads instead, making me raise my head, shooting a smirk up at her that she barely seemed to notice as her hand impatiently moved out, grabbing the one that was holding up her tee, and sliding it back down her stomach.
I wasn't about to stop her, so I let her guide my hand under the waistband of her shorts and panties, only taking over when she paused at the top of her sex.
My fingers slid between her thighs, finding her already drenched before my thumb even found her clit to start working it.
Her gaze cut to me, cloudy with need as soft whimpers escaped her.
Shay's curious hands slid over my arm, down my chest, my stomach, then lower still, closing around my cock through my pajama pants, letting out a low groan as she grasped me.
"Not today," I told her, gritting my teeth as she started to stroke me. "You want it?" I asked as her hand slid up then under the waistband of my pants, grabbing me without the barrier.
"Yes," she whimpered, hips wiggling against me as her breathing got more and more shallow.
"Here?" I asked, two of my fingers gliding down, then thrusting inside her, feeling her tight walls grab me as I did.
"Yes," she moaned, arching her hips upward, silently begging for more.
"Some day," I promised her as I started to finger fuck her. Slow at first, then getting faster as she got closer and closer.
"McCoy," she cried, body trembling with its need for release.
I yanked away from her, not sure I could take another minute of her stroking. My hand left her panties, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her objection, knowing she had no idea what I had in mind as I pressed up to my knees, and reached for her hips, dragging her shorts and panties down her long legs.
I watched as recognition hit, as her eyes went even more heated while my hands slid up her calves, grabbing her knees, then spreading them, pinning them down to the mattress as I lowered down.
I kept my gaze on her as my tongue moved out, sliding up her pussy to circle her clit.
"Oh my God," she cried, her hands grabbing the back of my head, holding me more tightly against her as she wiggled against me, demanding more.
And, well, I had every intention of giving her just that.
My mouth closed around her clit, sucking in quick, strobe-like movements as my fingers slipped back inside her, stroking for a moment before turning, curling, working her G-spot, feeling her walls get tighter and tighter as she got closer to that edge.
Her soft mewling sounds got louder, stopping short at outright moans as I got her to that edge.
My free hand shot upward, clamping over her mouth as the first waves started to move through her, making her pussy spasm around my fingers as her back arched off the mattress, as her legs shook, as her hand fucking crushed into my skull.
I worked her through the orgasm until her entire body went limp. Only then did I lift up, planting my hands so that I could look down at her.
I found her with one arm thrown over her eyes, her chest heaving, her body trembling softly with the aftershocks.
"You good?" I asked, a chuckle clear in my voice, a sound that made her forearm slide up slightly, allowing her to glance at me with hazy eyes.
"Mmhmm," she agreed, giving me a shaky nod.
"You don't sound so sure. I could..." I started, walking my fingertips across her lower stomach, heading down.