Chapter 21 #3
I blink my eyes open and notice his are focused on a spot behind me. I swallow my disappointment at the loss of contact.
“What’d you do that for? Someone could have caught us,” I breathe out, attempting to re-engage with our surroundings.
Monty still doesn’t release me. Though the hand that was holding my head in place shifts, and he moves to cup my jaw, pulling it gently so that our eyes meet.
“Well, if you were my real girlfriend that’s what I would have been doing”—he pauses and his brows raise—“and it seems as though some people need to be reminded that this is real.”
I nod, unable to think of anything other than the tingling sensation on my lips.
“You taste better than I remember,” he murmurs, his thumb strumming distractedly against my pulse point.
“What?” I mumble as my eyes scan his face, trying to understand why he looks as though he might kiss me again.
“Just practicing my dirty talk.”
“Oh. That was good.” I sound breathless.
His lip pulls up on the left. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I croak out, though I can’t take my eyes off his swollen lips.
I attempt to get off him but his grip on my thighs tightens.
“Just—” He breathes out. “Let’s keep practicing for a minute, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah sure,” I stutter awkwardly as I try to push up onto my knees so that he’s not taking all my weight.
His brows knit together. “What are you doing?”
“Probably crushing you.”
He chuckles and his hands land on my bare thighs again, pushing me back down, holding me tight against him.
“No, Xuxuzinho, you most certainly aren’t. The feel of your warm cunt against me is probably the best thing I’ve ever experienced.”
My eyes widen and my lips fall open.
Monty seems to be studying my every reaction as his eyes roam my face. “Too far?” he whispers.
I shake my head. “No.”
“You like that word. Cunt?”
I nod.
“I thought so. Every book you gave me this week had it in it.”
“You read them all?”
“You said I had a lot to learn.”
I bite down on my lip.
“Fuck, every time you do that, my dick aches.”
“Oh my God.” I shift forward, feeling the hint of an erection against me. Fuck.
“Is this okay?” he rasps, his hands smoothing over my bare thighs. I don’t say anything but, instead, shift my hips and roll myself over the length of him.
Holy shit. He’s huge.
“Do it again,” Monty begs.
A bout of courage hits me, and I do exactly what he asks. Though this time, I make the movement bigger, grinding myself over him and teasing my clit dangerously. A flood of liquid pleasure rushes between my thighs and I’m positive I’m going to leave a wet spot on his pants.
The low rumble that hums through his chest only spurs me on. “Again.”
I continue moving slowly against him, chasing the friction that sends sparks to my toes as Monty’s focus is drawn between my legs.
“Are you wet for me, Xuxuzinho?”
I moan as his hands slide beneath my skirt and toward my panty line.
He looks up at me then, desperate, eyes wild. “Tell me to stop.”
“No,” I whimper. “Let’s keep practicing.”
His pupils flare at the invitation, as if I’ve just released him from worrying about the repercussions of what is happening between us.
I’m done overthinking—this doesn’t have to mean anything other than what we want it to. For once, I want to know what it’s like to take what I want. How it feels when I chase the feeling that’s not only swirling in my chest but burning at the base of my spine and between my legs.
And he…well, fuck, I don’t even remember why he’s doing this anymore. Something about learning how to be a good book boyfriend.
Monty’s hand dips beneath the fabric separating us and, when he feels how damp I am, he groans against my mouth, his lips finding mine right as his middle finger brushes against my clit.
Fireworks dance behind my eyes as he rolls his fingers repeatedly while I continue to grind my hips over his hard cock. It’s risky—us, out in the open, humping each other—yet I can’t get myself to stop. This feels too good, too right.
At the sound of Monty cursing, coupled with the sight of him squeezing his eyes shut, sparks fly through my veins and pleasure rushes over me in a tidal wave.
“Fuck, yes, right there, oh God,” I mumble incoherently as I spasm against the friction of him. Monty kisses me through it, murmuring words of praise as I breathe heavily, reveling in the post-orgasm bliss.
“You’re such a good girl, Xuxuzinho. So pretty when you come for me.”
The all-consuming heat that just ripped through me melts into a warm haze as I come down from my high. I take several deep breaths, and when I realize I’m a sticky mess, I pull back, suddenly embarrassed.
“Shit, your jeans.” The dark wet spot is impossible to miss.
I try to cover my face, but Monty grabs my hands, holding my wrists between us as he shakes his head. “Don’t hide from me,” he says so softly my heart cracks just a bit.
“But I made a mess,” I mumble, fluttering my eyes closed.
“First of all, I love your mess.” My eyes fly open at the teasing tone in his voice and he flashes me a wolfish grin. “I love how soaked you are.” I squeak and the smile he’s wearing only grows. “How expressive you are. And, just so you know, that’s not just your mess.”
“What?”
“I came in my fucking pants, Xuxuzinho,” he says so proudly I almost laugh.
“Oh.”
I’ve never made a man come in his pants before and holy shit, this isn’t just any man. It’s Monty. My Monty.
I shouldn’t be looking at my best friend like this. Shouldn’t be wishing he’d kiss me again, touch me again, make me come again.
I try to remind myself that this is fake. That we can’t do this again. But nothing about the way my stomach tightens as he leans in to kiss me feels fake. No, nothing about today felt fake at all.
Hope Harbor Happy Chat
Rayna: Thank you to everyone who came out today to Oakley’s. Reminder to submit your pictures by tonight. I’ll be picking a winner in the morning.
Rosie: Hey Tal, want to partner up?
Tally: What’s in it for me?
Rosie: You can have the haircut and I’ll take you as my date to dinner.
Fletcher: This sounds like cheating to me, Rosie.
Rosie: Butt out Mr. Mayor, this doesn’t involve you.
Tally: Babs, can the haircut be used for coarse hair?
Babs: I don’t see why not? Is this for Walker?
Tally: Nope. I’m thinking Daisy could use a fancy cut. What about Farrah Fawcett double layers? My sweet girl would look so good with those.
Babs: You want me to cut your COW’S hair?
Stew: Can you do ferrets too?
Rosie: HAHAHA.
Tally: Anyone who wants to use the kitchen at the bakery is welcome to join us. Including you, Mr. Mayor.
Rosie: TALLULAH DARLING! I thought we were friends…