CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE #2
“Razorrr,” she whines, scampering for footing and stumbling over the excess fabric toward the closet. “How could you let me sleep that long?”
Because I like watching you.
I stay quiet, observing Ora’s side profile as she sweeps over Bunny’s neck. She doesn’t really give me much, just takes in the obvious and goes back to flipping through her side of the closet.
I wanna instigate. Even if Ora wasn’t in here, I’d wanna tease the sheet off Bunny and take my time touching her in places she didn’t know would feel good.
My cock throbs at the idea, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and moving toward Bunny frantically pulling a tiny top down.
“Bunny, deep breath.” I bring my hands around her waist, smoothing up the contour of her muscle through the buttery sheet.
She stops her shirt acrobats, rolling her spine straight and flicking an awkward glance over to Ora pretending like she’s in her own world.
“You have time,” I tell her, working up the divots of her ribs.
She exhales relievedly, relaxing her head back to my sternum and closing her eyes, her arms falling limp to her sides. “I have time.”
Ora yanks a shirt down, turning on her heel and powering across the room with heavy feet.
Good. I’m pissing her off.
The satisfaction curves my mouth into a smirk, applying more pressure up Bunny’s chest, my hands molding around her teardrop shape, and I lower my lips to her ear. “You were so good to me last night. I’m not gonna be able to stop thinkin’ ‘bout you.”
She lets out a tiny, airy moan, dropping her shirt and cupping her hands over mine, keeping her eyes closed.
“You gonna think about me, baby?” I kiss her ear, massaging her tits and trailing my lips along her jaw.
Nodding, she lets me anchor my fingers around the edge of the sheet, breathing heavier as I languidly work it down her hard nipples. “My body aches, so yes.”
“How bad?”
“You guys are already so fucking annoying,” Ora spits, causing a thunderous scene out the door, her denim jeans flapping from the pile of clothes in her hands.
And there we go.
Jealousy.
Which is no good.
My jaw tenses, letting the sheet drop, the fabric cascading down Bunny’s violin body. I’m organized and quick at getting a hand into her hair, clutching the soft strands tight enough to tilt her head and press my lips along her neck.
“M-maybe we shouldn’t… right now, Raze,” she rasps, contradicting herself by grinding her ass back into my dick.
“Just let me feel how wet you are,” I breathe against her jugular, working my fingers down her smooth mound.
My abdomen warms, shocking my spine with ravenous need, watching through slits as she politely hikes a leg for me.
“You listen so well.” Coasting down her pussy, I drop my hand from her hair, hooking underneath her thigh to hold her in position.
Her body wavers, her hips rolling forward to catch some friction on my fingers. But I want her to hold on to this. I want her to ache for my next touch. I need her to think about how I make her feel when I’m not around to physically instill it.
Fuck, she’s soaked.
I groan into her neck, sweeping two fingers through the watery mess puddling from her cunt.
Her hips jut and she whimpers, clawing at the sides of my thighs and shifting her hooded hazel to me.
She doesn’t say anything. She’s begging with her eyes and flattening her brows the way I like, the way that tears me apart.
My pulse reaches my dick, thumping something dangerous that’s making my spine crawl. I tease her, holding her eye contact and drawing light circles around her tight entrance. “You miss me inside you already? Hm?”
“Mm-hmm,” she whines, nodding.
“Good.” Fighting the impulse of sinking my fingers inside her, I pull them away and center them to the part in her lips. “Go ahead. Taste the way I make you feel.”
With no hesitation, she’s heeding my command and taking my fingers into her mouth, her slippery tongue funneling around the shape and her dreamy eyes locked on mine.
God. Fuck. I don’t think I can walk away from you.
Stalking the motion of her lips sliding down my fingers, her tongue lapping up her own flavor, I force myself to ease her leg down, wondering how good it would feel to fuck her pretty mouth.
She slurps, keeping her eyes on me and dragging my fingertips from her suction, an audible pop echoing between us.
“Remember that for me,” I rasp.
She rolls her plump lips, lightly sucking on the bottom and spinning around to face me, her little hands exploring my abdomen.
Her silence, the desire watering her heavy eyes, even the way she’s softly feeling up my chest, has my planned day collapsing to smoke.
I have things I have to do, though. If I start getting my dick wet, I’m gonna want it soaked the rest of the day. And when it got too sore to fuck her with, I’d use my mouth until my teeth felt like blades.
“You gonna be okay without me?” I ask, flicking down to my marks covering her neck.
She frowns, letting her hands fall down my skin, standing fully nude on top of the sheet, like she’s ready to add more to our film. “Where are you going?”
I tip my head to the side, gesturing to the door Ora left wide the fuck open. “Need to fix that. Unless you want a glory hole for everyone to watch us through.”