Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
Friday
RACHELLE
C rossing my legs as I sit at the breakfast table, I drink my orange juice trying to figure out how to bring up spending the night at Liliana’s house.
“What’s going on?” Mom asks calmly, glancing at me. “May as well just ask or tell us what’s on your mind. You aren’t very good at pretending right now.”
Emil smirks as he takes a sip of coffee from a cup that appears as if he may break it. It’s so tiny. We’ve been eating breakfast together for the past two weeks, and while it’s been nice, I think it pisses Ignacio off. Every morning he glances into the breakfast nook before leaving earlier than me for school, glaring as he walks out.
A part of me wants to invite him to join us, but that feels wrong because this has been his house long before I moved in. Sighing, I watch as he stomps out yet again while I sit in the sunlit window I don’t often get to see in Portland.
“Liliana asked me to come over and spend the night,” I tell my mom and Emil, who isn’t trying to hide his amusement.
“Okay, and why are you acting so odd about it?” Mom asks.
“Remember they’re dating, querida ,” he murmurs to her.
“I know that but…oh,” she says, blinking hard. “Well, I didn’t think about that. I know you’ve had the door open while she’s over, which Emil and I appreciate.”
“My rule with Ignacio has always been to please not get anyone pregnant,” Emil says, chuckling. “I’d rather he experiment sexually with Elijah, Theo, and Jared because that’s not an issue. It’s a very odd feeling to be glad he’s not with a girl. Welcome to the parents of bisexual children club, Julia. Wait, are you bisexual, or just into girls, Rachelle?”
My cheeks burn as I gape at the two of them. This is such a weird conversation to be having over breakfast.
“Um,” I mumble. Can I admit that I think the Kings are hot, and sometimes I think my stepbrother is a walking wet dream? Nope. “Can I not know yet?”
“Of course, honey,” Mom says with a nod. “You don’t need a label to know who you like. Make sure you take an overnight bag with you, please. You have to cover a swim meet tomorrow afternoon for the newspaper, right?”
“I do,” I tell her. “Liliana is covering the lacrosse game, so she’s driving us to both. They finish an hour apart, but I have to get a few sound bites for the article Dale is writing.”
“Is this Dale also attending the swim meet?” Emil asks, his face telling me what he’s already assuming.
Unfortunately, he’s correct.
“No,” I sigh. “Supposedly, he can’t do it because he’s out of town with his parents. Liliana has a photographer for the lacrosse game, so she’s taking notes to write the story afterward. As the editor, Liliana fills in wherever needed.”
“The girl doesn’t take bullshit well,” Emil mutters. “It’s a good trait for someone who wants to work for a newspaper when she grows up. Her father is very proud.”
“She mentioned that a lot of the students at Carlysle Prep have prior commitments to take over their parents’ businesses after graduation or college,” I mention. “Is that true?”
“For some,” he grunts. “Jared Denton’s parents expect him to go into pharmaceuticals, whether as a chemist to better understand the company, in business, or law. Any one of those college degrees would prepare him to eventually take over the company. I’m sure the same is true for some of Nacio’s other friends. Their wealth comes with certain expectations.”
That’s what Liliana told me at the park. Just as I suspected, there’s no such thing as a free ride, and I don’t really have it in me to feel sad for these guys when they’re insistent on harassing me.
They still have each other, and they want to fuck with my very new relationship with Liliana. They can get fucked.
The doorbell rings, signaling that she’s here to pick me up, and I push back from the table.
“I have to go,” I murmur. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Will you let Liliana know that I need to run upstairs for my things?”
“I’m here,” she says, waving from the door. “Someone let me in.”
Emil has staff, but some of them are also people he works with, I think. I noticed that they walk around the perimeter at night, but somehow Mom’s never mentioned it. Does she know what Emil does for a living?
“Victor and I have a few meetings to go to, but he knows we won’t leave until after breakfast is over,” my stepfather says, standing as I do. “Have a good day, everyone. Lili, take good care of Rachelle while she’s at your house.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, practically bouncing on her feet in excitement.
Pressing my lips together to hide my smile, I run upstairs to get my things, returning to find Liliana chatting with my mom.
“I’m ready,” I say breathlessly. God, these stairs are going to take me out one day.
“Maybe you should take up running with me,” Liliana teases me as I wrinkle my nose at her. “It’s a good stress reliever!”
“Mmhmm, maybe,” I grumble, waving goodbye to my mom as I head out with my girlfriend. “I hate running.”
“I know, but I want to know that if you need to you can,” she says as we get into her car. “There are times to stand your ground, but as far as I know, you don’t have any defensive skills, right?”
“None,” I agree. “A jolt of electricity to the nuts is the best I’ve got.”
Liliana snorts, shrugging as she turns on the car and shifts it into drive. “It’s effective, baby,” she agrees.
“I’m going to sound like a wounded animal running next to you,” I sigh.
This time, Liliana can’t hold back her laughter, holding her side as she drives.
“Not for long, though,” she wheezes. “Everyone sounds like that when they start running. I run a few times a week, so I can come over earlier to run with you.”
“Ugh, I’m going to regret this, but yes. Let’s do it,” I agree. “You may get roped into family breakfast, though.”
“It looked cozy,”she teases me.
“Emil welcomed my mother to the parents of bisexual children’s club,” I hiss. “It was a very bizarre conversation.”
“I think queer is a better term, gives more leeway,” Liliana muses as I drop my head back in the headrest, wondering how this conversation turned so quickly. “It’s adorable how open Mr. Emil is about this. I really didn’t think he would be.”
“He said that at least this way no one ends up pregnant,” I mutter. “Mom just went with it.”
“Can I just say that I’m very excited to get you all to myself?” she asks, grinning.
“I am too,” I admit. “It’ll be fun.”
If I’m honest with myself, I can’t wait. Do I have to go to school today?
* * *
THEO
A part of me wants to burst this little bubble of happiness that Liliana and Rachelle are wrapped up in. They don’t deserve it.
“If you frown any harder, you’re going to have premature wrinkles,” Jared grunts as he leans against the lockers next to me.
“We aren’t working hard enough to break them up,” I mutter.
“I think they’re going to Elijah’s birthday party,” he murmurs. “Lili loves a good party, after all.”
My lips twitch as I remember the way she and Natalie got hot and heavy at a party once. The girl ghosted her afterward, only interested in seeing what it was like to fuck around with a girl. Lili got the raw end of that deal, but I don’t care enough to allow her to have the little mouse.
“Good. Let’s pop their delusion then,” I sigh.
“You’re so grumpy,” Jared says. “Is there anything else bothering you?”
“My parents won’t let my sisters come home for the summer,” I grunt. “I haven’t seen them in almost two years. Video messaging them isn’t cutting it anymore. They’re going to forget about me.”
“I don’t know how your parents are able to just ship them off,” he says. “They aren’t great at the whole parenting thing, though.”
“No. Nacio is the only one who lucked out there, and the little mouse is fucking even that up,” I remind him. “She’s like a glitch in the matrix. Rachelle Thomas doesn’t belong here.”
“You’re such a nerd,” he sighs. “A hot nerd, but still. We’ll get rid of her soon enough. Even if we need to kill her to do it.”
“Promise?” I ask, almost whining as I slam my locker closed.
“Of course. Now, let’s finish the rest of this school day so we can be done with this place for a while,” Jared says.
“Are you ready for your meet tomorrow?” I ask, walking next to him.
Jared’s been training hard, spending extra time in the water both at home and at school. Competing is important to him, but so is the team aspect so that he’ll be able to become captain of the team next year. He has a lot to prove.
“I am,” he says. “I suggested that we go out afterward for dinner, win or lose.”
There’s a snarl on his face as he says the last word, and I shake my head.
“That’s not going to happen. The team is tight this year. Everyone’s been working hard,” I remind him.
“There’s this thin line between dedication and obsession,” he says, as if they’re someone else’s words. “I’m struggling to remember the coach’s speech he gave us, but that was a big part. Coach Sullivan knows the amount of pressure we’re all under here.”
“Then he also knows that he’s not going to change that,” I say. “Carlysle Prep ingrains excellence and ulcers in equal measures. Only the strongest rise.”
“Which I will,” he says. “I just have to make sure my team does too. When I started swimming, that wasn’t something I ever had to think about. It was just me, the water, and the silence when I was in the pool. It’s gotten a little more complicated now.”
Isn’t that the story of our lives? Everything is bigger, more important, which means there’s more to lose.
Watching the chestnut brown hair of the girl who is my current obsession disappear around the corner, I blow out a breath. There’s zero room for error.
No chance in hell.
* * *
LILIANA
Freedom!
I practically ran out of that damn school with Rachelle like my hair was on fire. I’ve never been so happy to have my sixth period class end.
“Lili,” Rachelle says with a laugh as we run across the parking lot to my car.
She's never called me that before.
“I don’t want to get stopped for any reason,” I say, unlocking the doors. “Fridays are notorious for the entire world needing me for something. I’m done with this week. The newspaper doesn’t need to be finalized until Wednesday night.”
“Fair enough,” she agrees, dropping into her seat. Rachelle looks good there . She pulls her seat belt on as I hit the button to lock the doors. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
It’s rare that she catches me staring at her, and I shrug.
“I can’t help it,” I tell her. “First you called me ‘Lili,’ and I realized how much I love it when you do. And now, you’re just too pretty for words. I have to look at you.”
Her cheeks heat as she smiles, and I maneuver the car out the parking lot. Traffic is always heavy leaving on Friday afternoon since there are less activities on campus than during the week. Huffing out a sigh of relief when we’re finally on the road, I whisper a prayer that the rest of the drive isn’t too bad.
“I guess I’ll have to call you Lili more often then,” Rachelle says so softly that I almost miss it.
“Good, I’d like that,” I murmur. “The chef keeps the pantry and fridge pretty well stocked. Are you hungry yet?”
“I think I’m going to need a snack after the impromptu run,” the little brat says with a grin.
We’re both in a really good mood. This week was work intensive, but the Kings mostly stayed away outside of the odd glare. I think they’re biding their time, and while I want to be grateful just to have a break, I know that too much quiet isn’t safe when it comes to them.
“Cheese and meat board or grilled cheese?” I ask her, clicking the button to open the gates to my home.
While Dad isn’t here and most of the staff is gone, the security cameras are all still active. I doubt we’ll have any trouble today, but I’ll still make sure the doors are locked and I have my weapons within reach.
Opening the garage door with another button once I make sure the gates are closed, I park inside and close it behind us before pushing my door ajar.
“Do you always have a certain way you approach the house?” Rachelle asks. “I noticed the way you made sure the gates were closed before you kept going up the drive.”
“We’re mostly alone today, so I want to make sure no one follows us inside,” I explain as she shuts her car door once she gets out with her bags. Pushing my door the rest of the way open, I pick up my bag as I stand. “I’m responsible for both our safety, and my father has drilled into my head that I need to pay attention to my surroundings.”
“It’s a good system to have,” she admits as I lock the car and we walk together to enter the house. The door has a keypad to enter from the garage, but it also has ocular recognition, which is what I use instead before pushing open the door to enter.
“Welcome to my home,” I say with a proud grin as I walk with her to the kitchen.
The house has a lot of glass to make it feel open, but it’s all storm and bullet proof. Dad didn’t want me to feel as if I’m living in a prison, regardless of how dangerous his job is. He’s prepared for the worst, while hoping it never happens.
I appreciate the effort. I’m rarely scared of being in the house alone, and I know when to hide or fight. I meant every word of the advice I gave Rachelle this morning, using it for myself as well.
“You never answered my question,” I remind her. “What would you like to eat?”
“A cheese board may be the least effort, and also sounds delicious,” she says.
Nodding, I open the fridge and begin pulling out food. Rachelle drops her bags next to mine by the large island, looking around the kitchen.
“This house is so pretty,” she says. “There’s wallpaper in here too. It’s not something I’d think a man would have in their home.”
Grinning, I shrug as I put the food on the island so I can grab a knife and cutting board.
“Dad gave the house an overhaul a year ago,” I explain. “He told me he wanted to see me when he walked through the door. My mom died when I was really young, and I think he wanted to finally move forward. So I got to work, while he paid for it all. I made sure he was okay with the things I chose, but I really love how it all turned out.”
“I don’t think there’s anything you can’t do,” she breathes. “Everything works so well from room to room, at least from what I’ve seen.”
“I even did the bedrooms, deciding to do them by color,” I tell her. “Freshman year was a big transition, and having control of a project like this helped a lot. It took most of the year, but it’s completely ours. I don’t remember my mother at all, it didn’t feel right to be living in a shrine to her.”
“I can see how that would be difficult,” she admits. “My dad died when I was eleven, so I remember what he was like. To be honest though, I don’t know if they were really right for each other.”
“How so?” I ask, cutting fruit, cheese, and meats. Pulling out a platter, I begin to place it all on it.
“I remember the way they argued,” she says. “Dad made really good money, but somehow, it was never enough. My mom was a stay at home parent, yet she didn’t really spend money frivolously. I don’t know what happened, but the second Mom told me my dad died in a drunk driving accident, all I could think about was how we were going to lose the house. That’s a really shitty thing to think about, isn’t it?”
“Not necessarily,” I say. “Stability is important, and you knew you were going to be losing that.”
“He worked a lot,” she sighs. “Dad would try to make the effort to have family time, but someone would always end up calling him to interrupt. It felt as if he was always one foot out the door.”
“Then, the only difference between his life and death was the money he brought into the home,” I murmur. “It’s no wonder it’s the first thing you thought of.”
She’s quiet for a moment, watching as I put together the board.
“I wouldn’t know the first thing about how to do this,” she murmurs, shaking her head.
“I watch a lot of cooking shows,” I tell her with a light laugh. “I am mildly addicted to cheese and pretty things, so charcuterie boards make sense to me. We can eat this anywhere. Did you bring a book by chance?”
Glancing at her, I notice the pretty blush on her cheeks and raise my brow.
“I did,” she murmurs. “I brought my kindle, and recently started a spicy, why choose novel. I did a little research, which led me down a rabbit hole of books.”
“What makes it spicy?” I ask her, putting away the food I won’t be using.
“There’s a lot of sex, like starting from the first page,” she says.
“Well that sounds like fun,” I murmur.
Grabbing bottles of water, I hand them to her before picking up the platter and hooking my backpack over my shoulder. “I can’t wait to have you read to me.”
“Me?” she gasps, picking up her bags. “I don’t know if that's something I’ll be able to read out loud, Lili!”
“You won’t know until you try,” I say with a grin, leading her out of the room and up the stairs to my bedroom. “What kind of book is it?”
“It’s a mafia book where one of the girls is being forced into an arranged marriage.”
“Well thank God my father isn’t someone who would ever do that,” I tease her, walking into my room.
Large windows let in a lot of light, so it’s bright inside even though it’s going to rain soon. My bed sits between two windows, with gauzy translucent white curtains hung from the four, tall posts surrounding the raised mattress. School keeps me so busy, when I was deciding how to decorate my room, I wanted it to feel safe and pretty. A port in the insanity of my life.
Dad says it’s a glimpse at what few people see, the soft and sweet part of me.
The walls are a pretty lilac color, the furniture a painted gray wood that fits the aesthetic well. This is one of the larger bedrooms in the house, and there’s a small living room area to the right side of my bed with a projector so I can watch movies. I don’t want the world to intrude when I’m in my room, surrounded by all of my favorite things.
This is the first time I’ve ever brought anyone home and into my room. Even when I was friends with the Kings, we’d hang out at Nacio’s house.
I guess in a lot of ways, I’m a very private person.
“Your room feels so calm,” Rachelle murmurs, looking around. “It’s beautiful.”
“Thank you, this was one of the last rooms I finished decorating during the remodel, funny enough,” I tell her, taking off my shoes as I place the cheese platter on the bed spread. “I’m going to change really fast. I figured we can just hang out on the bed.”
Smiling at her, I walk over to my closet and pull off my uniform jacket, tossing it into the hamper. The maid will come in over the weekend while I’m gone to clean up. She never touches anything that doesn’t need to be which I appreciate, because otherwise I can never find anything.
Not bothering to close the door, I strip off my shirt and skirt, enjoying the gasp I hear behind me. Smirking, I toss away my bra, sighing happily at the freedom. I hate these things, even though I make sure they’re pretty as well as functional. Standing only in my tights, I search for a long sleeve t-shirt that’ll cover most of my body.
While I’m willing to tease Rachelle, I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. Finding a shirt that’s cute and oversized, I pull it on before taking off my tights. I feel like myself again, instead of the stuffy prep school student I am for school. Stepping out of the closet, I see the bathroom door closing. Rachelle’s overnight bag is semi open, so I figure that she decided to change too.
Climbing on the bed, I pop a piece of cheese into my mouth while I wait for her. Rachelle’s kindle is also on the bedspread, which makes me smile. I can’t wait to see if she’ll actually read a spicy scene to me. Biting my lip, I lay back on my pillows, glancing at the door as it opens again.
She’s wearing a cute pajama set where the top is cropped to show her belly.
“I should have rethought this outfit,” she murmurs as she walks across the room to put away her school clothes.
“Why?” I ask her, sitting up. “I was just thinking about how pretty you look.”
“I think my boobs got bigger,” she mutters. “The top is a lot shorter than I remember.”
“Well, it’s just me,” I remind her. “I can close the door if you want, but I think you look great. Dad said he’s going to be gone for most of the weekend, and I told him he could give the staff the time off.”
“No it’s fine,” she says, climbing up onto the bed next to me. “I just should have chosen pants to wear instead because you can see the cuts on my thigh. I’ve been putting vitamin E on them, but they’re definitely going to scar.”
It makes me wonder where else she has scars, but I hold my tongue. Cutting is how she was able to keep herself from falling apart completely while experiencing shitty things in her life. I’m not going to judge her for it. I’m glad she’s regularly seeing her therapist now, though.
Since she’s spending the night with me, she’s pausing her appointments until Sunday, however, I can see the difference in her already. Rachelle is glowing with happiness.
I’m absolutely willing to hurt anyone who fucks with that.
“All I see is gorgeous, tanned skin,” I tell her. “It makes me want to take a vacation with you, so we can wear swimsuits all the time and make out on the beach.”
Rachelle grins as she pops a grape in her mouth, chewing. “I can get behind a vacation like that,” she teases me.
Relaxing, she lays back on the pillows with me and we chat as we eat our snack and giggle. I really like having her in my bed with me.
“Will you read me some of your book, please?” I ask.
Wrinkling her nose at me, she nods, reaching for her kindle. Turning it on, she bites her lip as she begins to read. Rachelle is so damn sexy as she gets into the scene, pulling me into the book with her. Apparently, the mafia son’s friends are also planning on sharing his new wife, but there’s a small snag.
His new wife is in love with her best friend. Biting my lip, I kiss her neck as she begins to read to me about the two of them stealing a moment together. I’ve been trying to be good, but I can’t keep my hands off of her any longer.
“Lili,” she breathes, her chest starting to heave a little. Rachelle isn’t wearing a bra, which makes me able to see the way her nipples are pebbling with desire.
“What, baby,” I mumble. “I’m really trying here, but I need to kiss you. Will you keep reading to me?”
“How am I supposed to read if you’re kissing me… oh!” she gasps as I push her shirt up and kiss her breasts.
“Like this,” I tell her, sucking hard on her nipple, enjoying the way her back bends to give me more. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Please don’t stop.”
“If I do something you’re not comfortable with, will you tell me?” I ask her, my fingers ghosting over her skin. I want to devour her, but don’t want to trip over a trigger accidentally.
I was doing a little reading about trauma, going down my own rabbit hole the other day, and found out that sometimes triggers aren’t recognized until they’re uncovered while doing something seemingly innocuous.
I want to make her feel good, not remind her of the piece of shit rotting in prison.
“Promise,” she says sweetly. I can’t help myself, so I crawl back up her body to kiss her lips.
“Good girl,” I whisper, enjoying the way she clamps her thighs together, eyes wide. “Do you like it when I praise you, baby?”
“I do,” she pants, swallowing hard. “I don’t know why, but I really want to be your good girl.”
“The things you make me want to do to you,” I groan. “I love hearing you say those words.”
Most of them I’ve never done, but I know what feels good for myself and I have a very overactive imagination.
“Are you going to keep reading to me?” I ask her.
“I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep reading,” she says honestly, gasping as I drag my tongue around her nipple.
They’re a dark pink, drawn tightly into points as I tease her. The skin around her breasts is flushing slowly, making me want to see where else she’ll turn that gorgeous pink.
“I just want to hear your voice,” I murmur, torturing her slowly. “Even if you’re screaming my name.”
“I don’t know what to do with you,” she says with a giggle that becomes a long sigh.
Anything you want.
“I’m pinned to the wall as Kayla kisses me,” Rachelle reads, and I begin to kiss down her body, my fingers massaging up her legs.
Her skin is soft, her muscles tightening and releasing at my touch. I love how responsive Rachelle is, and the way she tries not to writhe as I torture her with my hands and mouth. I think I may have a complex, always worried that I’m going to be used by some closet bisexual. That’s what happened at the party I went to.
I was into her, but she was just using me to say that she once kissed a girl. I’m a bragging right instead of a person, which is gross to me.
I don’t feel like that with Rachelle, which I’m grateful for. Instead, there’s a bubble of happiness whenever I’m with her.
My fingers move over her healed cuts, and she stiffens for a moment. Frowning I wiggle down until I can kiss every one of them, my fingers ghosting further up her thighs until my thumbs are rocking over her covered pussy.
“Lili,” she moans, her hips jerking up slightly.
“What, baby?” I murmur, my tongue dragging up her skin.
My hands move up until I can grab the waistband of her tiny shorts, and I look up at her. Kindle forgotten on the bedspread, Rachelle lifts her upper body on elbows, looking down at me. Her shirt is still pushed up to expose her breasts, her cheeks rosy with desire.
“I want more,” she says softly. “I just don’t really know what that means.”
“Can I take your shorts off?” I ask her. “I want to taste your pussy, but I don’t want to move too fast. I?—”
“You can take them off,” she says shyly. “I’m all achy. Everything feels really tight.”
My girl needs to come. I want to ask her if she’s ever had an orgasm, but I’ll ask after I’ve given her one or three. I don’t want her to think too hard about this.
“I’ll fix it,” I promise, pulling off her shorts and panties. “I want to see you. Will you spread your thighs for me?”
Covering her face, Rachelle drops onto the pillows as she opens her thighs. God, she’s so fucking cute. My eyes move down her body, my mouth watering as I gaze at her pretty, glistening pussy. My teasing has made her really wet, the small amount of hair on her pussy curling slightly.
“So pretty,” I murmur. “Is there anything you don’t like?”
“I don’t know what I don’t like,” she says, dropping her hands to look down her body at me.
“Fair enough,” I say, my hands pinning her thighs to the bedspread. “Your only job is to lay back and enjoy this.”
“Enjoy what?—?”
Her words cut off as my tongue runs up her arousal, and I moan at how good she tastes. So sweet, I may easily get addicted to her. Keeping her legs spread open, I eat her out enthusiastically, loving the way she keens when I suck on her clit. I want her completely lost in how good things feel before she comes.
Her pussy is dripping, the comforter already wet. I wonder if she's a squirter, or if she'll shudder and cry when she comes.
My fingers move over her skin as I suck on her clit, my thumb moving over the entrance to her channel. I really want to finger her, feel the way she clamps down for me.
“Will you tell me if you don’t like this?” I ask her, my cheek laying on her pelvis as I look up at her.
“Yeah,” she gasps, her breasts jiggling a little from how hard she’s breathing.
Smirking in pride, I gently press my finger at her entrance. Pushing it inside of her slowly, I watch as her eyes roll back as she moans. She’s so damn wet, I can hear her pussy clamping down to pull me in.
“That feels good,” Rachelle whimpers.
“I’m glad,” I say softly, kissing her clit before going back to licking her pussy and sucking on her.
Moving solely on instinct and the way her body responds, I push another finger inside of her and begin rolling them over her g-spot. My fingers curve and straighten, drawing out how much she needs to come.
“Lili, oh my god,” she screams. “Please don’t stop. Please, oh fuck.”
Rachelle curses pretty sparingly I’ve noticed, so I’m loving the way she’s losing control. I’m not holding her thighs down anymore so they’ve closed around me to keep me in place. Chuckling as she drowns me between her thighs, I love the way her hips rock up to meet my fingers as I fuck her with them.
I’m trying so hard to be careful, but I’m losing that battle as she begs me for more. I want to tell her that I’ve got her, and promise her that I’ll help ease the cramping she must be feeling since she’s strangling my fingers at the moment. Her fingers are twisted in the bedspread as she gets closer to coming for me, her head thrashing on the pillow.
Her toes are curled and digging into my sides, and I suck hard on her clit as I twist my fingers inside of her. Gasping my name, she shudders as she comes, spraying my face with her pussy. Going limp, she drops her legs from where they’ve been holding me hostage struggling to breathe.
Peeking up at her, I clean my face with my shirt, crawling up to look down at her. Rachelle’s hair is sticking to her skin where she’s sweating, and her eyes are sparkling and wide.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” she murmurs. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all,” I reassure her, giggling. “You’re so pretty when you come. Wild, begging, and taking what you want. I have no doubts that I made you feel good.”
Grinning, she leans up to kiss me, and the kindle falls to the ground. Ignoring it, we simply enjoy each other, letting the rest of the world fall away.
There’s more than enough time for it to intrude.