11. Chapter 11 #3
I lower my mouth closer to her ear. “She’s waiting.”
Lilly snaps her head to the side, trying to glare at me. “What am I supposed to say?”
“God, he’s so impossible.” Stacey’s voice turns whiny on the other side of the door. “I think I messed up with him, and now he’s mad at me. But mad is good, right? It means he cares?”
That almost gets a laugh out of me.
“Just... keep trying,” Lilly pants. “Maybe he’s just playing hard to get.”
My grip on Lilly tightens enough to make her suck in a breath.
Then, to my disbelief, she says, “Maybe you should try harder.”
I tilt my head and catch the side of her neck with my teeth, biting down gently.
Because absolutely the fuck not.
Her fingers clutch at my hand when it moves lower, my fingertips grazing the top of her pussy. Even through her shorts, I can already feel the heat.
“Not here,” Lilly whimpers, trying to pry my hand away.
“Oh my God. Is someone in there with you?”
“N-No. No, there’s no one—”
“Who is it?”
I keep one hand on the door. “Tell her to fuck off before I do.”
Lilly turns her head just enough to glare at me, horrified, flushed, and gorgeous.
“Stacey, I’m changing,” Lilly shouts. “There’s no one. I’ll come out in a second. Go... look for Zed.”
“Zed’s right here,” I say against her ear and let my fingers dip between her legs.
Fuck. Me.
The moment they slide between them, I let out a low groan, closing my eyes. Lilly gasps against me, her body jolting. Her legs press together, trapping my hand between them. I can feel the pulse in her clit.
“You really think he might be into me?” Stacey asks.
I nudge her legs apart, giving my fingers better access, and slide them along the curve of her pussy.
She starts to turn in my hands, but there isn’t enough room, and I don’t give her much help. She ends up half-twisted against me, chin tipped up, cheeks pink. The moment my fingers press against her clit over the fabric, her eyes turn pleading.
“Oh,” she whispers, her body angling toward me more.
“That’s it,” I whisper back, circling her once.
Her eyes roll, and I tighten my hold on her to keep her upright, pleasantly surprised by how damn responsive she is to my touch.
“Christ,” I growl, grinding my cock against her ass slowly, letting her feel every inch of me.
I apply more pressure, and her head tips back against my chest.
My mouth is on her neck again, biting, sucking, marking her while I grind harder against her ass, silently telling her how badly I want to replace my fingers with every inch of my cock.
And she’s past trying to stop me, fully chasing my hand now.
“Alright, let me know if you see him.”
Lilly gasps. “Y-Yeah... I will.”
I just wanted to toy with her a bit. I didn’t mean to take it this far.
I cover her mouth with my free hand, muffling her sounds, and press my lips to her ear.
“Still want me to stop, Lilly?”
Her answer is to arch her ass tighter against me. My cock is already so hard it feels close to fucking exploding.
I rub her faster, harder, feeling her muffled moans vibrate against my palm. Her hips grind, chasing my touch while she whimpers into my hold.
I lean down and start planting kisses along the side of her throat. Only when I gather enough strength do I let her go, peeling my hands off reluctantly.
She doesn’t waste time, spinning around to look at me with wide, dazed eyes. I lick the taste of her skin off my lower lip as she sways, catching herself on the shelf. I lean in one last time, lips brushing her ear.
“Go be a good girl and play with the kids.”
Then I step back completely.
She’s gone absolutely flushed. Fully lit up and breathing in short little pulls. I can see she’s still catching up to what just happened and losing the race badly.
Beautiful.
She’s looking at me like I’m out of my mind.
Fair.
“You’re such an asshole,” she says, shaking her head in disbelief.
I let the silence stretch, taking in the pink in her cheeks and the very evident sexual frustration that comes with being denied an orgasm. I almost smile at the sweet anger coming off her in waves.
“So pouty.”
The box of napkins in her hands smacks into my chest. I look down at it and back at her.
“Do that to me again, and I’ll find something heavier.” She points the napkin box at me like a weapon.
I look slowly around the pantry. “Cereal box?”
“Canned beans.”
“Complaint received.” I nod.
The color in her cheeks deepens, but she still finds it in herself to scoff.
“Anything else you’d like to file while I’m taking complaints?” I tilt my head, watching her try to hide from what just happened.
“I’ll write you a list.” She sets the napkin box down on a shelf and crosses her arms. “Now will you please leave before someone catches us in here?”
I take in every beautiful inch of her. Her eyes are lit up as she tries her best to look scandalized instead of turned on.
“The markers are on the kitchen counter,” I say, fighting a smile. “And Lilly? Your eavesdropping needs work,” I add as I step back, open the pantry door, and walk out.
Because if I stay, I know I’m finishing what I started.